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The chimes send forth the peals again Their "Peace on earth, good will to men," Across the frosty snow. The children play and romp in glee Around the tinselled Christmas tree And happy faces glow. The yulen'de legends are retold Of Christmas times in days of old By some old, happy sire. The mistleloe'and holly green Add lustre- to the jolly scene, And brightly burns the fire. The choice, old carols are resung By people old and people-young And thoughts are free and gay. For discontentment ever pales When boundless merriment prevails On gladsome Christmas day. RAY I. HOPPMAN The acrseant In the trcncbra, Slid bU rifle from ! mound ' And bared his aehlne forehead Where a red-ntalned rae wm tvoojuL Tonight, somewhere beyond us. There Is holly on the door. And children smile In sleep, he said, "Unmindful of the irar. And somewhere there Is laachter Hymns of praise are belne nnc. Mistletoe and ropes of .sreen Are Somewhere belne hunt) Yet Tre who stand on Kunrd tonight, Expectant, sleeTe to sleeve, ' Oar heart's by battle hardened. Forget It's Christmas, Etc! Throneh miles of hostile dlstnnre Where the tender home tboneht climbs, I hear the frost-cldlmed echo Of silver Christmas chimes. Pardon, comrades, for my fancy Rons lld and free tonight: Twas but a burstlne shell I heard Off there upon our rlcht," Then he shouted from the ramparts Where life and death held tryst. At the lines of hidden legions Through the settling powder mist. Olust our presents be but leaden like the rest that you have sent; Then may Christmas faith among you Spoil your aiming and prevent! Unless you court a greater sin Than you or I eoncelie. Ground arms and fly the truce flag. Make the pass-word 'Christmas EreT Iet memory of days that were ' The thirst of cngearee quench. So the Elry of the senson May Invade each bristling trench; Let every heart be softened. Every war tense should receive The silent, hallowed message That in sent on Christmas Eve! Then as though his cry were answered Clear a bugle order rang From far off In the distance; I "Cease Firing:" It snng. And the war god loosed Its fingers At the mandate of the horn. The it tar of Bethlehem eleamed down And Christ Our Lord traa born. CHRISTMAS morning was breaking 'over tha sea. and the white-crested waves, were Upped with the red gold light of the earlT mornlne sun. Soon it rrew stronger, until it shono through a window into a room where three little girls slept, and woke one of them op. She remembered that it was Christmas morn Ins and looked eagerly toward the foot of her bed. at the stocking which she had hung there on the previous night. When she saw that it was limn and emntv ah burled her face in her pillow and sobbed with disappointment. She had come from a smoky city he cause she had been ill. to stay with her cousins whose father kept a lighthouse on "the ConnecUcut coast ' Presently Barbara's sobs awoke her cousins, and when they heard her cry they wept as well, because they were so ten der hearted. At that minute grandfather Gull flew past" the window on his way home from his momlng bathl He paused, as he always did, Just to look in the room for a minute, because he was fond of little girls. Never before had he Been the merry children crying, and It troubled hJm so much that he perched upon the window sIU and listened. When he heard that they were crying because Santa Claus had not filled their stockings he told hlm hlmself . that it would never do, and straightaway, he flew to the Great Toy inaker's cave. ffliSBUIP"ili mvr ' fl I If 1 Us 'tfiiip'r temi M UMu Hn i hflo JANifc has vozGomn he saw a clear blue Hsat. which sparkled as they walked along: Then It changed fcto emerald green, and from green bcax rose colored. And there standlss ta tha rosy Usht was the tall, red-robed flsura of Santa Claus, ready to shako hands heartUy with his guests. "Come this way," he said, and as they followed Trn he went on: "I can't understand how I came to fop. get you when I live so close to you. Hare you been thinking much about me this year, AnneT ' He led the way Ino a large, holly decked, room, wnere rows and rows" of little gtrls and boys were sitting before a long tea table. They were afl the children when Santa Claus had forgotten, and who had cried with disappointment that momlnfc Behind each chair was a pretty Uttle fairy dressed In a shining green and maura gown; whose color looked like the inoun- j tain tops on a deaf morning. There were aU good things at. that tea. toys, crackers and sweets, and after every one had finished they played games.. Then Just as the fun was at Its height- Tie Magic Cave. Soon he returned and tamxM i.!nt the window pane with his beak. In on. of his claws he held a long streamer of seaJ weed, and when Anne saw him she opened the window. She thought that he was cold and wet and needed shelter, hut he dropped the seaweed Into her hand and (lew away. "How funny," she said, and as she picked up the seaweed she continued: "Why. there la soma writing on lt." She could not read it herself, because she was not old enough to know her a! phabet, but Barbara held the seaweed to the light and read aloud "Santa Claus hopes to see Barbara. Hazel and Anne to tea in the Undermost Cave on Christmas Day, at three o'clock. How quickly the tears on those thres Uttle faces dried when they heard this! They became merry again at once, and spent the whole morning In wondering what was going to happen In the after noon. Shortly before three o'clock the children opened the lighthouse door and walked out onto the rocks. The tide was low, and a gray mist had settled down. It took the little girls some time to find the Undermost Cave, because they did not know where It was, but at last the7 came ta the entrance. They peered In and Christinas Stockings. Some on blew a whlsUe. and the elrtV jdren were left alone In the darkness. Tha cold wind blew In and they were afraid, because they did not know how to get t the cave entrance. But that wonderful Grandfather Gull came flying along with a tiny glowins lamp In his beak, which shone beautifully as he flew along before them. He di rected them right to the door of the light house and then he left them. A cheery light burned In the sitting roots, and tha children opened the door, and there sat a tan. Jolly looking man. who was exactly like Santa Claus. He was Barbara father, and he had come to see Ms St8 .girl because it was Christmas Day. Ha I had brought enough toys with him to flU a dozen stockings, and the children XM J blissfully bar.