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HOLLY AND IVY.
Holly and Ivy made a groat party. Who should have the mastery In lands where they go. Then spake Holly: “I am fierce and Jolly, I will have the mastery In lands where we go.” Then spake Ivy: "I am loud and proud, And I will have the mastery In lands where we go.” Thi n spake Holly and bent him down on his knee: *•1 pray thee, gentle Ivy, Kssay me no villainy In lands where wo go.” A NEW YEARS SLEIGH RIDE It was New Year’s Eve. Kate Vi vian. the dressmaker in High Street, was making preparations for the sleigh ride party to lie given the next evening by Major Frank Fontaine. "It isn’t as if we were going all by ourselves,” remonstrated Kate to her fiance, who had come to her to protest that afternoon. "The Fetherstoncs are to be of the party, and Mr. Hyde and Susie Mountbee, and—” “Kate," said George Grayson, taking her hand tenderly into his, "do not go. Let my wishes weigh with you for this once. Respect my piejudices, If preju dices you choose to call them, and give up this mad expedition." But Kate Jerked the plump, pretty little hand out of his. “I am going.” she said, her dark eyes sparkling with rebellious deter mination. "I have promised Major Fontaine, and I do not intend to break my word.” "Kate," he reasoned, "do you know what ail this means?” "I don’t understand you,” she said. “It means that our engagement will be broken. It means that you are wearied of me —that you prefer the brilliant companionship of Frank Fontaine to my humble devotion!" She was silent. Once more he offered her his hand. "Good-bye, Kate,” said he, pale hut quiet. For a second she hesitated: and as he noticed the trace of that uncertainty in her face, his heart beat high within his breast. But alas! the eyes glittered disdainfully once again —the lovely coral lips compressed themselves into an invisible thread of scarlet. She laid her hand lightly In his. "Good-by," she said, with for mal courtesy. And so they parted. George Grayson went back, feeling as if he had left a dead corpse behind him. He had loved little Kate Vivian so well, so truly. He had tolled so perseveringly and incessantly to make a home for her; he had lived his life so to speak, entirely with reference to her —nnd now’ she had thrown him away ns carelessly as if he had been a withered bouquet or a worn glove. "Are all women like that, I won der?” ho said to himself. "Do all love dreams end like mine?” While little Kate on her part, was flushed and jubilant with a sort of fev ered elation, half frightened to think that she had really broken with George Grayson, half angry that ho had had the will and resolution to fling off the chains of her bondage. And even while she was selecting her prettiest dress to go on the sleighing expedition, and sewing new ribbons upon her silky Gainsborough hat, she flung the needle down and burst into a hot, sparkling shower of tears. "Let him go!” she said. "Major Fontaine is richer —handsomer —more stylish. And I am almost sure that Major Fontaine loves me.” Next day she put on tho black velveteen dress which had taken so many months of her earnings at the dressmaker's atelier to pay for. and set forth upon the sleighing party. It was an ideal New’ Year’s after noon; the meadows crusted over with frozen pearl; tho woods all "ajingle" with icicles; the sun rising high in the blue cold heavens, and every little roadside stream sealed in shining plates of Ice. Katie Vivian had never been on the boulevard before. It wras all new to her. the hosts of gliding sleighs, tho four-in-hands, the crowds assembled along the sidewalks to W’atch the gay throng; and a thrill of innocent, girlish pride arose in her heart as she leaned back in tho luxu rious little cutter with its red velvet lining, its glossy black fox robe, its chimes of silver ringing bells, and the arching neck and dilated nostrils of the superb jet black horse which drew them. Major Fontaine, in his sealskin coat and cap, his long, droop ing mustache, and the diamonds that sparkled in his linen —Kate thought, as she glanced timidly up at him from under the brim of her Gainsborough hat, what a brilliant life it would be to glide along like this at his side! And presently they left tho crowds and tho hotels and the swarming sleighs behind, and dashed onward, through lonely woods, alongside the ghostly glitter cf frozen cascades, athwart dark glens where the orange sunset lay in bars of gold, for miles and miles of g iding swiftness. Until, all of a sudden, there was a creaking, splintering sound—a mad forward plunge of the jet-black steed—and Katie was flung into a snow drift by tho side of the road! It was nothing serious, after the first shock and ter ror were over, and Major Fontaine lifted our frightened little heroine ten derly out of the snow. "It was only a fallen bough across tho road,” he explained. "I didn’t see it in the twilight, but Sultan shied at it, and tho cutter is broken. And now you will have to walk with me a few steps up the road—fortunately there is a hotel near by—and wait until the rest of the party come up, and we can patch the cutter together. Pray do not allow yourself to be annoyed. The moon will be up in half an hour nnd we shall have a delightful return trip.” And so Katie brushed away her tears and smiled once more as she accepted the support of his arm up the hillside. Several young men were lounging on the steps of the hotel as they came up, to all of whom Major Font line ap peared to be well known, and Katie was led by the bustling landlady into Holiday Supplement a cheerful little sitting room, red curtained, and carpeted with a staring design of roses and tulips, where there was a weed fire burning on the hearth and a shaded lamp on the table. And here she sat rather listlessly, waiting for the rest of the party, when the loud, laughing voices of the young men, adjourning from the piazza into tho barroom, struck discordantly on her ears. “A regular little beauty," said one. "I congratulate you, Fon taine,” said another. "When is it to come off?” said a third. "Of course, it’s a foregone conclusion," remarked yet another. "Don’t make fools of yourselves,” said Fontaine, sharply. "What’s the matter?” cried a loud voice. “Are we mistaken? Isn’t it Miss Blanche Boisseau, after all?” "Certainly it isn't!” retorted Fon taine, brusquely. "And I’ll trouble you to make a little less free with that lady’s name in a place like this. It’s only little Kate Vivian, the dress maker. She’s gcod form and the best of company, and I brought her up hero just for the fun of the thing. But as for being engaged to her—that’s nonsense. And now leave off talking stuff, and help me with the cutter, will you?” "Only little Kate Vivian, the dress maker!” The hot blood rose to her cheeks like a boiling tide at the ac cents of cool contempt in which the words were spoken. "He despises me,” she said to her self. "He has only brought me here to amuse his idle fancy, and all the while I—foolish I—have been imagin ing that he loved me. Oh! what is his frothy fancy to the deep, noble, en during love of George Grayson? Oh! what a fool, what an idiot I have been! ” And during all the long homeward ride Katie Vivian scarcely spoke to Major Fontaine. "She isn’t as good fun as I thought,” said the discomfited cavalier to him self. "I’ll be hanged if I ask her out again! And, besides. Blanche might hear of it, and there would be tho deuce and all to pay.” George Grayson was standing sadly by the church door that evening, wait ing for his mother to come out from the New Year service, when a little hand fell softly on his arm. and a tremulous voice whispered the one word: "George!” "Katie!” he cried, his heart giving an upward bound. "My Katie!” "Yes, your Katie, George—yours for ever!" she answered, hiding her flush ed face against his sleeve. "And oh! I have been so silly. But I believe I never shall be again, if only you will forgive me!” Tho subject was never again alluded to, and Katie Vivian was married to honest George Grayson in the spring. "He has a heart of ggld!” she said. "And I would rather be his wife than to sit upon a throne.” Probably every child in the land has wondered where Santa Claus prepares the stores of knicknacks that he an nually distributes throughout tho length and breadth of the world. He must be a busy old man, indeed, to make so many things that delight tho young of every clime. What is known as Santa Claus’ workshop is situated in the very heart of the Black forest of Germany, that region about which so many tales of peril and adventure have been written. For two centuries or more Sonneberg, a picturesque lit- tle village surrounded by mountains and dense forests, has been known to the world as the workshop of the good saint of childhood. Here it is that most of the finest playthings of the Christmas season are produced—dolls, soldiers, houses, animals and all sorts of gaudily colored trinkets. Some one has said that there cannot be found in literature a single Christ mas sermon which meets the occasion. Of course there cannot. The occasion is the new birth of the u’orld. Unless the preacher is competent to say how far the world has grown since its new hirtli —unless he can comprehend and declare the infinite greatness of the kingdom of God which the Savior of men promises in tho world, and unless the same preacher can describe tho world as it was, "the people who sat in darkness.” he cannot preach the sermon which shall meet "the occa sion.” —Edward Everett Hale. JOY TO THE WORLD. Joy to tin* world, tin* Lord is come. Let earth receive her King; Let every tongue with sacred mirth His loud applauses slug. Hark, hark, what news, what Joyful news, To all the nations round; To-day rejoice, a King Is born, "Who Is with glory crown'd. Behold! Ho comes, the tidings spread, A Savior full of grace; He comes, in mercy, to restore, A sinful, fallen race. DOLLY'S NEW YEAR PARTY "Can’t I, please, come to your New Year party?” pleaded Jack Mason of his sister Dolly, who sat, with her mother, industriously writing out in vitations for a party on New Year’s afternoon. "Yes, Dolly dear, why not invite your brother and a few of his young friends, the brothers of the little girls who are to be of your party?” "Because, mamma." said Dolly em phatieallly. "boys are horrid! And they spoil all the fun. And, besides, they eat up everything before we havo had time to get seated at the table. We do not want any boys at our New Year party.” “Just as you please, my dear. But I think you make a mistake.” Jack said nothing, but a mischiev ous look came into his face. On the afternoon of the party there assembled in Mrs. Mason’s parlor twelve as pretty little girls as you ever saw; and for an hour there were games and such high revelry. By and by a march was played upon the piano, and then Dolly, at the head of the grand procession, marched, with another little girl at her side, gravely through the parlors, around the hall and then down-stairs to the feast in the dining-room. Dolly glanced at the dishes and gave a cry. "Oh, mamma!” said Dolly. “Where is all the cake?” And Bridget, coming in at that mo ment, threw up her hands in astonish ment, exclaiming: “Where’s all the ice cream and the oranges? And look at thim sticks and stones on the plates!” "It’s those horrid boys!” said Dolly. It was a saddened little company that crept upstairs again after Mrs. Mason had consoled them as well as she could with sugar-cakes and bread and butter. And as the games prog ressed. there were tears of mortifica tion wiped off many a little girl's cheek. Mrs. Ma-on. going out the back door called the boys and had a long talk with them. "Now. boys,” said she, "there is only one thing you can do to be for given.” "What is it?” asked the boys, for they felt ashamed. "Do as I say, and all will be well!” * * * "Young ladies,” said Mrs. Mason, appearing in the parlor later, "you are requested by the young gentlemen to come down into the dining room. They have something nice to give you.” "Now speak your little speech, Jack,” said Mrs. Mason, "and then the young ladies will understand.” “Young ladies,’ said Jack, “we wish to ask you to join us at our New Year feast. We heard ” (here Jack stopped to cough a little) “that you were disappointed in yours, and with in on hour we have prepared this sup per. George froze the cream. Ralph stirred the cake. Willie went to tho store for fruit, and as for me, I set the table, and the other boys ran er rands. I hope, young ladies, you will like the feast.” * * * "I think, mamma,” said Dolly that night, "that boys are very pleasant and nice when they want to be. I am really glad that they came to our party. Next year we’ll Invite them.”