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The Herald Angels
by RICHARD DARKER SHELTON
DRAWING by H. HEYER
On the Still Winter Air Roee the Three Childieh Volcee.
L
HE nursery rang
with the chlldlßh
voices.
“Hark, the herald
angels s -
lng —”
’ “That’s too
high. Wait a min
ute!”
“Hark, the her
ald—”
“That’s better.
Now, Seraphina!
Now, Tbad!"
“Hark, the herald
angels si-lng,
Glory to the new-
T
born King—”
"Seraphina. can't you take that
piece of candy out of Thad’s mouth?
He nearly choked himself just then.
You can have It back, Thad, when
you've sung two verses. Don’t be
such a baby! Now, good and loud!"
“Hark, the herald angels sl-lng—”
Schuyler bellowed lustily aud beat
time with a drumstick. Seraphina
sang with much fervor and many false
notes; while little Thad followed the
tune manfully, and substltued a “la-la
la” when the words proved elusive to
his four-year-old memory.
The second verse brought to a suc
cessful issue, Schuyler dismissed the
chorus and turned to the door.
"You see 'f you can’t teach Thad
the words of that second verse while
I go downstairs and get sAne joss
sticks for the censer,” he told Sera
phina.
Schuyler Van Brunt was working un
der difficulties. Doctor Post had told
him of the old English custom of sing
ing carols in the streets on Christ
mas morning. It had taken a strong
hold on the boy’s fertile imagination—
so strong a hold that he had planned
to smuggle Seraphina and Thad from
the house, when Chrlßtmas came, and
to sing a carol out-of-doors In true
English fashion.
Then, just when he needed Doctor
Post's advice most, there had been
some vague trouble between the doc
tor and Aunt Margaret. Aunt Marga
ret no longer wore the diamond ring
on the third finger of her left hand,
and Doctor Post came no more to the
house. It was very disheartening.
Schuyler wanted to ask Doctor Post a
score of questions about the carols.
Did the people who sang them wear
surplices, like the choir boys in the
Christmas procession at St. Jude's?
Did they stand still or march around
while they sang? These and other
points sadly taxed his eight-year-old
Intellect. But his determination to
sing that carol in the street never
faltered. Hence the secret rehear
sals in the nursery.
After much "deliberation, he decid
ed that surplices would lend dignity
to the occasion, and this decision was
furthered by the thought that night
gowns would make very passable sur
plices. Then, a tomato can suggesting
possibilities, he added a censer*to the
properties. A tomato can punched full
of holes, swung on the gilt cord that
comes about candy boxes, and filled
with burning joss-sticks, would make
a beautiful censer.
It was Christmas Eve, and Schuy
ler’s plans were complete. He felt
sure they would put up a very credit
able carol In the morning, even if Doc
tor Post's advice had not been obtain
able. As he crept upstairs with the
joss-stick, which he had begged from
Agnes, the second girl, he felt that
the last obstacle had been surmount
ed.
“Come on now, ouce more,” he said
as he entered ,the nursery door. “Elsa
will be up with supper In a minute.
We’ve Just time before she comes.
Stand up, Thad. Yes, I'll let you have
a piece of the joBS-stlck If you’ll sing
good and loud. Now!”
11.
Very early In the gray of the Christ
mas dawn Schuyler awoke, bounced
out of bed, and began to rouse his co
horts. He tiptoed to Seraphlna’s lit
tle white cot and indulged in a series
of vigorous shakes and punches.
“Get up! Get up, Seraphina! It's
time to go out and carol,” he whis
pered hoarsely.
Seraphina arose, and, sitting on the
side of her bed, blinked at him re
proachfully. Little Thad was already
awake and ready for anything which
•savored of exciting novelty. The two
-\
elder children dressed hurriedly, and
between them they mtfhaged to put
on little Thad's clothes. Then Schuy
ler crept' noiselessly to the hall below
and returned with coats and hats and
mlttenß. When they had bundled
themselves into these outer garments,
each donned a "surplice.” At the last
moment Schuyler bethought him of
the brilliant cord on his father’s bath
robe, and at the imminent peril of dis
covery he stole Into Mr. Van Brunt's
dressing-room and returned with the
coveted cord encircling his small
waist. This finishing touch, he felt
sure, made him quite sllke the altar
boys at St. Jude’s. He fished beneath
his bed and drew out the tomato can
censer filled with the toss-stick.
"Come on!" he whispered, and led
the way down the wide Btalrs.
With a caution worthy of better
things, he shot the bolts and openod
the front door. The three grotesque
figures stole silently out and stood on
the stoop in the cold Christmas dawn..
The air' was still and biting; the si
lence of the streets appalling. Sera
phina’s mind reverted to the luxury of
the bed she had just quitted.
"O-o-oh!” she chattered “It’s cold
—aw-awful c-cold to be out In your
nightie!”
Schuyler snorted scornfully.
"Haven’t you got enough on under
neath it?” he demanded angrily, and
Seraphlna .was silenced.
“C-o-old!” echoed little Thad, and
then, evidently thinking the sooner he
caroled the sooner he would be back
in the house, he began in his piping
voice:
“Hark, er heral dangel—" -
Schuyler thrust a hand over his
mouth.
"Shut up!” he Baid disgustedly. "Do
you want Elsa to come out and sneak
us back into the house? Come on,
now!"
He led the way down the steps and
around the corner, where he paused
to light the joss-stick in the tomato
can. When they started again, little
Thad tripped on his night-gown sur
plice and went sprawling into the gut
ter. He was rescued, howling; but
not until he had been promised unlim
ited candy could the march be taken
up again.
“Who are you going to sing your
carol to?" demanded the practical
Seraphlna.
. “Ninny! To no one In particular.”
said Schuyler.
“You ought to sing it to some one,"
she persisted.
"Well, who?" he challenged; but
Seraphlna was unable to defend her
point thus specifically. "I'll tell you,"
he compromised, "we'll go to Doctor
Post’s. We ll sing it on the way, and
sing it to him, too.”
Through the deserted suburban
streets they marched; Schuyler in the
lead, swinging his smoking censer val
iantly; Seraphlna ambling along in
his wake; and little Thud bringing up
the rear, his strange surplice bearing
unmistakable evidence of the gutter
from which he had been recently
fished. And on the still winter air
roße the three childish voices In the
old, old hymn.
Doctor Post heard them caroling cn
the lawn, and came to the door in his
bathrobe. The three strangely garbed
figures met ills astonished gaze.
“Good I.ord! What have we here?”
he gasped.
“We're heral dangels," piped little
Thad.
“We’re Christmas carolers," correct
ed Schuyler with much dignity.
“I'm frozen,” chirped Seraphlna.
The doctor made a heroic effort to
maintain his gravity.
"Come In, come in and get warm,"
he said. “Merry Christmas to you!”
They filed up the Bteps into the
warm, wide hill, the tomato can send
ing out its reek of burning joßs-stlck.
"I would like to ask if carolers gen
erally wear surplices and carry cen
sers?" Schuyler questioned doubtfully.
The doctor's eyes twinkled.
"The best 1 ever heard did,” he said
gravely.
At that moment the telephone bell
whirred wildly, and this is what they
heard the doctor say:
"Hello! Yes, this Is Doctor Post
talking. Who? Oh, U'b you, Marga
ret!" —he lingered affectionately on
the word— “Y-e-s. Now don't be
alarmed. They’re not lost. In fact,
they’re here with me this- minute.
THE CHEYENNE RECORD.
They came to sing me a carol In good
old English fashion. No, don't trouble
to send Elsa; I’ll send them home In
the carriage as soon as I can get Dan
up. Not at all! Oood-by! Oh, Marga
ret, merry Christmas! Perhaps, If
you don’t mind, I’ll drive over with
them. Thanks. Good-by!”
Half an hour later a carriage drew
up before the Van Brunt house, and
from it emerged Schuylgr, Seraphlna.
Thad and Doctor Post. Mrs. Van
Brunt and Aunt Margaret met the cav
alcade at the door. •
“Oh! Oh!” said Mrs. Van Brunt,
gathering the three strange little fig
ures In her arms, while tears of mer
riment ran down her face.
Doctor Post had turned to Margaret
"I thought I’d come with the herald
angels,” he said laughingly, “and let
them plead ‘peace on earth and mercy
mild' tor me.”
Her eyes softened. A hesitating
smile trembled on her lips a moment
uncertainly, the next moment with no
uncertainty whatever. And then ha
knew that the herald angels had ac
complished an unwitting mission.
(Copyright. Frank A. Munsey Co.)
“MALIHINI" CHRISTMAS TREE
How Americans In Honolulu Intro
duced Yuletide Festivities Which
Are Now Observed Annually.
'EVERAL years ago a num
ber of tourists who were
I spending the winter monthß
in Honolulu wanted to cel
ebrate Christmas In some
way. They could hardly
) realize that it was the win
try season, as the trees and
1 grass were green, and
crowds of people were on
the beachee and swimming In the
ocean every day; and so they thought
of a novel Idea; they would have a
Christmas tree out of doors, and ln-
They procured a very large tree, and
after bavlng set It up In a park In
the center of the town, they decorat
ed it lavishly with popcorn, tinsel and
all other ornaments that are used for
the purpose. Cotton was strewn free
ly over the branches to Imitate snow,
which has never been seen by the
little folks in Hawaii. The decora
tions complete, and everything In
readiness, the children were all noti
fied of this wonderful tree through
the newspapers, and. on Christmas
morning thousands of little ones of
all nationalities represented in these
islands made a picturesque sight,
dressed In the costumes of their par
ents' home country. They eagerly
watched Santa Claus as he unties the
dolls and the jump-ropes and jack
knives from the heavily laden
branches and distributed them freely
to every one. It was evident by the
happy little faces that the day was
a huge success, end ever since then
this idea has been carried out by the
community, and is called the “Mall
hini," or strangers’ Christmas tree.—
Dorothy M. Hoogs, In St. Nicholas.
A STARTLING TOTAL.
Winks —I felt sorry today that 1
ever learned the rudiments of arith
metic.
Dinks—What were you doing?
Winks —Adding up the number ol
my relatives who expect Christmas
presents from me.
German Christmas Custom.
In Germany—the home of folk-lore,
sentiment and family love —the inev
itable Christmas tree not only glit
ters over the laughing, living children,
dancing beneath it, but even spreads
its mild radiance over tbe cold and
cheerless graves in bleak and wintry
cemeteries. No mother who has such
a little mound out there in the "God's-
Acre" will, while providing Christmas
cheer for her happy, noisy, living
brood, entirely forget that lonely lit
tle spot in the dark and the cold; but
will find a moment in the busy day— *
half-hour between the dusk of Christ
mas eve and the dawn of Christmas
morning—in which to visit the ceme
tery; there to plant on Baby's grave a
small candle-bearing tree or branch,
and to stand beside it until the tiny
lights have all gone out. It Is a pa
thetic Bight to meet with in almost
every German cemetery; for even Id
those Berlin, Leipzig, Bremen and
Magdeburg there will be some sticb
little Christmas graves. Suburban
Life
TO BE MADE WITHOUT EGGS
They Are Not Neceeeary Either In Cab
bage or Salad Draaalng or Sur
priae Molasses Cake.
Cabbage or Salad Dressing—Melt
In a double boiler one generous table
spoonful of butter. Add to It one
tablespoonful of flour, one teaspoonful
of sugar, one-half teaspoonful of made
mußtard, three dashes of paprika, one
quarter teaspoonful of salt, white pep
per to taste. When these are well
blended add slowly, stirring constant
ly to avoid lumps, one-half pint of
boiling water and three drops of Wor
cestershire sauce. Continue stirring
until thick. Cook five minutes; If too
thick put In a little more water.
Should the dressing be for cold slaw
pour it while hot over finely shredded
cabbage; If for salads use when cold.
Surprise Molasseß Cake —Put Into a
deep agate pan one-half pint of baking
molasses, two generous tablespoonfuls
of sweet lard, the grated rind of one
orange, one-quarter teaspoonful of salt
and one small teaspoonful of baking
soda. Put these on the fire for two
minutes to melt; remove, heat for two
minutes; pour In one gill of boiling
water, stir up and add one pint good
measure of sifted flour, heat long
enough to remove lumps. Grease
twelve large muffin pans and put in
batter, which will seem thin; bake 20
minutes in a brisk oven; take care
that it does not burn.
HOT COLD WEATHER DESSERT
Either Apple Pudding Without Egge
or Steamed ■ Chocolate Pudding
Will Be Appreciated.
Apple Padding Without Eggs: One
cup of beef suet chopped quite fine,
one cup of sifted flour, one-half tea
spoonful of salt. Mix these Ingredi
ents with a very little water, making
a stiff dough; roll out to one-fourth
of an Inch In thickness, heap the
center with three or four apples
sliced very thin, fold the edges of the
dough over the apples, tie up the
pudding In a cloth which has been
wrung out In cold water and then
lightly sprinkled with flour; set In a
kettle of boiling water, and let boll
an hour and a quarter. Serve with
cream and sugar.
Steamed Chocolate Pudding: Beat
one .egg, add gradually one cup of
milk, sift Into tiffs two cups of flour
mixed with three level teaspoonfuls
of baking powder and one-fourth tea
spoonful of salt; add one tablespoon
of melted butter, two squares of melt
ed chocolate and one-half cup of
sugar. Turn Into a well-buttered
melon mold and steam for two and
one-half hours. Serve with vanilla
sauce.
Baked Fillets of Halibut.
One thin slice of halibut, lemon
Juice, salt and pepper. Cut the flsh
carefully away from the central bone.
This will give four strips from the
slice of flsh. Remove the skin, roll
each portion of flsh Into a compact
shape and fasten It with a wooden
toothpick. Butter a shallow baking
dish and lay the fish In it. Season
and squeeze lemon juice over each
roll. Cover with greased paper and
bake 15 minutes. Serve preferably
on Individual plates, having the flsh
covered completely with Ilollandaise
sauce and garnished with parsley, cut
lemon and shoestring potatoes.
Timbale of Salmon.
One can of salmon, four eggs, four
tablespoons cream, salt and pepper to
taste. Remove the salmon from the
can and reject all bone and skin. Mash
the salmon fine, adding slowly the
crCam, then add the salt and pepper
and the yolk of the eggs well beaten.
Beat the whites of the eggs to a still
froth, then stir them carefully Into the
mixture. Fill greased custard cups
two-thirds full of this mixture and put
cups in a pan of hot water and bake
15 minutes. When serving, a pan of
peas heated and placed as a border
on the dish In which the timbales are
served, makes a dainty dish.
A Chef Confides.
That cilery roots grated and satu
rated in vinegar and salt make a de
licious and economical relish on cold
meats.
Broiled oysters dipped in boiling
butter and lemon Juice are Invariably
much Improved.
Mushrooms are much Improved (to
the taste of some palates) by steeping
them in olive oil preparatory to cook
ing them.
Roquefort cheese and lettuce hearts
Is a course by Itself at well regulated
dinner parties.
Bacon Pie.
Butter a baking disk and put In a
layer of mashed potato, then a layer
of thin slices of bacon. Season with
pepper and a little onion. Have the
last layer of potato, pour In sufflclent
milk to moisten It. Bake in a hot
oven.
Baking Potatoes.
Before baking potatoes always let
them stand In hot water for 15 min
utes. They require only half the time
for baking and are more mealy and
palatable.
Temperance
(Conducted by the National Woman'*
Christian Temperance Uriion.)
GREAT RACE POIBON.
Excerpts from address by Col. L
Mervin Maus, M. D. Chief Surgeon
Eastern Division, United States Army,
before the College of Physicians and
Surgeons, Boston.)
Research, experiments, the epilep
tics and feeble-minded institutions, in
sane asylums, prisons and the post
mortem table constantly teach us
what alcohol Is doing for the human
race. There remains no longer any
doubt of the special and general re
sults of the great "racial poison" on
child, man, race or community. Few
people understand the far-reaching ef
fects of alcohol on the family, and the
race at large. It is an intricate and
difficult problem to approach on ac
count of its social connection with
many of the most prominent and In
fluential men and women of the coun
try, who still hold very liberal views
concerning its use.
Following the general use of whisky
as a beverage fifty years ago many of
the most prominent and intellectual
families of our have been
eliminated and not infrequently In
the second generation. Many of their
representatives became drunkards
and died childless, or left children
cursed with feeble mind, epilepsy, tu
berculosis, insanity, or some other
form of degenracy, which rendered
fertility impossible. Study the family
records that have been gathered by
the eugenists on the subject of aloo
hoi and the thinking world will stand
aghast.
The role that alcohol plays in dis
ease, pauperism, racial degeneracy and
graft makes Its control by the state
absolutely necessary, and in order to
save society the saloon must go. To
accomplish this necessary reform no
candidate for state or municipal office
should be indorsed by the medical pro
fession who has not stated satisfac
torily his platform on the control of
the three great social evils—prostitu
tion, venereal disease and the saloon.
Total abstinence should become a re
quirement of every official holding of
fice within the suffrage of the people.
The importance of the duties which
lawmakers. Judges, state and munici
pal officials, the army, navy and police
are called upon to perform, demands
the highest class of intelligence and
efficiency, qualities which are Impos
sible with drinking men. Besides, the
alcoholic addict Is more liable to lend
himself to graft and corruption In of
fice than the total abstainer. The
physician who strives for racial per
fection mus£.cllng to total abstinence,
for there can be no compromise on
the great question of temperance. In
order to build up a strong, virile peo
ple we must protect the young against
the race poison, remembering that
the child of today Is the citizen of to
morrow.
POLICE COMMISSIONER ON LI
QUOR.
"While police commissioner in San
Francisco in 1907-9, it was my cusrom
to examine the records in the city
prison frequently, showing all the
crimes and other particulars attend
ing arrests that numbered about 200
daily, and my conclusion was that
fully ninety per cent, were due di
rectly or indirectly to the use of
liquors," says A. D. Cutler, a former
commissioner of police of San Fran
cisco. "All saloons in San Francisco,"
he continues, “were closed for thirty
days, following the great fire in April,
1900, the result being that there was
so little police duty necessary in spite
of the great confusion growing out of
the fire, that one-half the police force
were given vacations for periods of
from ten to thirty days. When the
saloons were again opened the offi
cers on vacation were recalled as It
®as deemed necessary to place the
entire force on duty because of the
increased crime and disorder."
“DRY" STATISTICS.
Two-thirds of the geographical
area of the United States is dry ter
ritory. In 186 S there were 3,500,000
people living in territory where the
drink traffic had been outlawed; In
190(5 that number had Increased to
18,000,000; in 1908 the number had
doubled; and today there are 46,029,-
750 persons, or a fraction over one
half of the population of the country,
living in dry territory. In the last
five years the no-licenße population
has increased a little over 10,000,000,
which Is more than ten per cent, of
the total population of the nation and
thirty per cent. Increase in the num
ber living in dry districts. Since
1868 the population of the country has
doubled, while the number of lnhab- •
Hants of dry territory has Increased
over thirteenfold.
Of the nine total abstinence states,
four have constitutional and five have
statutory laws. Of the remaining
thirty-nine states, thirty-six are under
some form of local option.

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