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He’s Heard About

A Christmas Carol

A GHOST‘ STORY (By Charles Dickens)

(Continued from “page 4)

II!" cried the Spirit.

You seek to close these places .i the Seventh Day " said Scrooge. ..nd it comes to the same thing."

“l seek!’ exclaimed the Spirit- it the hob to 1mm . “Mr. i oogel" said 90b; "I'll u, f, 1d "WW1" me 1f I Hm wwns- It has 2:022 and the two libiquitfzlillwltg; ‘M’ W“ "' $°‘°°3°- u" “under ofathzewglnd $n‘?ll.e"b3-"lelwl]sktl: ken done in your name or at least i" u" Wit-SW’ was gigging them a chflstmu 5on8.‘

.ll that oi lcrooge. ‘There are some upon this earth >f yours," returned the Spirit, "who ay claim to know us, and who do

your family," said

, heir deeds of passion, pride, ill-

will, hatred, envy, bigotry and self- shnesslnournamel,wboareas

.5-~ifl18e to us and all our kith and

kill. as if they had never lived.

[Remember that and charge their doings on themselves, not us."

Scrooge promised that he would; and they went on, invisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of the town. It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost (which Scrooge had observed at the baker's) that notwithstanding his gigantic size, he could accommodate himself to any place with ease; and that he stood beneath a low roof quite‘ as gracefwly and like a supernatural creature, as it was possible he could have done in any lofty hall.

And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had in showing off this power o.‘ his, or else it was his own kind, generous, hearty nature, and his sympathy with all poor men, that led him straight to Scrocgeb clerk's; fOl‘ there he went, and took Scrooge with him, holding

iiN: and while Bob. turning up his cuffs-as if, poor fellow, they were OBPI-ble 0f being made more shabby —compounded some hot mixture in I ills with 41”‘ ind lemons, and stirred it round and round and put

Crachits went to fetch the goose, with which they soon xetumed in high , ion.

Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds; a, fpgthgmd phenomenon, to which n, black swan was a. matter of course-and in truth it was something very like it in that house. Mrs. (Jr-whit mods the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Mas- ter Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in s tiny corner at the table; the two young Crachlts set chairs for everybody. not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard upon their poets, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should ah;iek for goose before their turn came to be help- ed. At last the dislte‘ were sci‘ on. and grace was said. It was suc- cecded by a brlcathless pause, as Mrs. Cracllit, lookirlg slowly all along the carving-knifm prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and wh:n the long expected gush of stlffing isued forth, on‘; murmur of de‘ight arose

five minutes.

have discovered what the surplus is. and where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sisht of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this pool-man's child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the left pronouncing on. the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!"

Scrooge bent before the Ghosts rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground. But he raised them speedily, on hearing his own name. ~

“The flounder of the Feast in- deed!" cried Mrs. Cratchit, red- dening. "I wish I had him here. I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he'd have a good appetite for it.’

“My dear," said Bob, “the child- ren! Christmas Day,"

"It should be Christmas Day, I am sure," said she, “on which one drinks the health of such an odious stinsy. hard. unfeellng man as Mr. Scrooge. You know he is, Robert! Nobody knows it better than you do. poor fellow!"

"My dear,’ was Bob's mild ans- wer, “Christmas Day."

Scrooge.

"A place where Miners live, who labour in the bowels of the earth," returned the Spirit. “But they know me. Bee!"

A light. shone from the window

ed towards it. Passing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cllerful company assembled round B- Blflwing fire. An old, old man and Womfln. with their children and their children's children, and 3,11- Oiher generation beyond that, all defied w! sayly in mell- holiday attire. The old man, in a voice

it had been a very old song whcnhe WES I- b0yi Ind from time to time they all Mned in the chorus. 50' surely as they raised their voices.‘ the old man got quite blithe and 101111; and so surely as they stopped, his vigour sang again, y The spirit did not tan-y here, but‘ bade Scrooge hold his robe, and P11881118 on above the moor, sped whither? Not to sea‘! To sea, 'I‘o 5¢T°03€s horror. l buck, he; SEW the last of the land. a fright- ful range of rocks, behind them; and his ears were deafened by the thundering of water, as it rolled,

“I'll drink his health for your sake and the Day's," said Mrs.’ Cratchit, "not for his. Long life to, him! A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Yearl- He'll ‘very merry and haPPY. I have no doubt!" The child en drank the toast

after her. It was the first of their

procedlrlgs which had no hearti- nass in it. Tiny Tim drank it last of all, but he didn't care twopence for it. Scrooge was the Ogrc of the

»-amlly. The mention of hi name

cast a dark shadow on the party, which was not dispelled for full

about it, like the waves they skim- med. I

watched the light had made a fire,

dreadful caverns it had worn, and ' fiemel)‘ tried to undermine the earth.

Built upon a dismal reef of sun- ken locks, some league or so from Shore. on which the waters chafed and da hed, the wild year through, lhcir stood a solitary lighthouse. Great htaps of seaweed c‘ung to its base, and stcrm-birds-bol-n p! the wind one might suppose, as ea- weed of the wafer-rose and fell

and roared. and raged among the, .

But even here, two men who

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the MEN'S STORE . . . walk down look ‘round thick stone wall shed out a ray of

and commence saving money!

to his robe, and on the threshold an “mum the ma“!- “nd even

or the doci- the spun: smiled, and Ti" Tim» fliciied by the W° stopped to bless Bob Cmghlfg Yfllm! Cfflilhiis. bell?» 0n the table were ten times merrier than before, brightness (m the awful 5cm Johh

With ihe hB-ndle 0f hi8 knife. and from the mere relief of Scrooge theJng their horny hands over the

After it had‘ passed away, they

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, . Men 5 heavy Men“ F a n c)’ COUNT dwel‘ing with the sprinkling of his -— -, 2’ "=- PULLOVER 0o an d Rayon torch. Think of that! Bob had but fefxllggrzflrelgvgillvjgisuch a we B11911: $11151 d”; Wlixih-hafgirougn table at which they tat, they . . Ii II _ . , e SWEATERS . - rlosrl 0 ggggdigbgggggy, hgggrggggg s... said he .1... or... ‘fir... ‘::;::r~;..:*. ind ....°";,.°l".. M“... ysqg,,eggn°g;eggvgfrwm<ghgi~;gngg Frerwh Pvlwe B18 Advanr-‘e In Men’s all wool Boy’s WIND- wnies c! his Christian name; and a“; w“ “ma “£13m” °°°k°d- I‘; Peief- which "W" b"!!! "l- i‘ °b' them: the elder. too. with hi5 face ' - JUMBO KNIT yet_the Ghost of Christmas Present n emess l!) B-vour. size an tained. 11111 f1V°'°J"1'51xP°“°° all damaged and scarred with hard Tfack DO wn P flCe of Tllrke 8 ERS w ER , s b1e_5ed 1,1; four-mom“! “on”; clleapness, were the themes of uni- wegkly, The two young cralchits weather u the “m,” he“ o! an s EAT 5 - I Boy,‘ Heavy winter Th verslral admiration. Eked out bywti: laughed tremendously at the idea o“; .1133 might be; struck up B, A” d S i s ' en up rose Mrs. Crachit, Cra- app e-sauoe and mashed pota . Q1 Peter's being s. man of buslms; " 1k 1 m e e e i‘ 1121:?! fill Wool Jumbo C AP, Fancy Chips wlfc, dressed out but poorly it was a sufficient dinner for the and Peter himself looked though“ song that was l e a. Gae g P (ngByafiaiazerlggflezlnffcéyille) t, Crew Neck Tweed c in a twice-turncd-gown, but brave wllole family: indeed, as Mrs. Cra- fully at tnn fire from between his . ... ..... .. m ribbon m h I i 1 . . Again the GhOSii 899d 0Y1. 550W -- Theres a good chance the goose SWEATERS I 1 lnak 5' (n, ch are; Cleap an‘? 9h“ sad Wm great delight (sur-‘conars’ as if he were delibcrfltmg l ‘he black End heavmil sea-m- m‘ (A-Pf By Guardian's Special Wire) i and chizken may place the turkey . n 3°?’ 5 F 1"" ° a g°° y 5 °w °' sixmnce’ “W” °“° ‘man “mm M. °' m“ “m” P“'“°“““ mvesimmts m’ -~uni11. being for away. as he wld AVIGNON France, Dec. l8—P0- 1 on alsuy an Ontario Cilristmos din- ~ ----- - -- COMBINATION c grglllnsllre lgid cloth. asslsted by upon tllletdish.) they hadntrate it should favour when he came irltoficrmge’ from my shore, they nee Said mkbmzanon plans $010M), Lame this yean a racl , lecond of hel- a! at as I Yet every one had had the receipt of that bewilderlng ln- mhted on a Sh“, They gwod beside , prgngiys a1;- fcrce; stationed in the Prices on city nlarkets through-

Italian border region were stolen out the province yesterday contin- two weeks 8-30 from Lion Airdromo ued to rise and there were indi- and were recovered todfly with the ‘ cations farmers were holding their arre t of two alleged spies. {stock for batter figures, adding to

A feverish hun: by detectives 0i the present scarcity. the surete Nationals l-ssulted in the Highest market price was shown tracking and arrest of Viflvent R16- at Kitchener where turkeys brought comagna, 46, and Joseph Tayan, 43. 40 cents a pound, l!) cents higher both French, on a charge 0i Spying ‘than last year. In Brantford the fm- "8, foreign power." ,prioe moved up to as high as 36

A third accomplice still at large ‘cents, about five cents above last was said to have additional im- Saturday's figure.

come. Martha, who was a poo: a!)-

prentice at a milliner's, then told the hemLmm at me wheel’ the

look-out in the bow, the officers who had the-watch; dark, ghostly figures in their several stations: but every man among them hum- med a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath ‘to his companion of

daughters, also brave in ribbons; enough, and the youngest Crach- while Master Pater Crachll plunged its irl particu‘ar, were steeped in a mu; into the saucepan of potat- size and onion to the eyebrows! them what kind oi work she had oes, and getting the corners of his But now, the plates being changed to dq, gnfl how many hours she monstrous shirt collar (Bob's priv- by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Crachit left worked 9,1; u stretch, and how she ate property, conferred upon his the room alone-too nervous to meant, to 11¢ aim! tomorrow mom- son and heir in honour of the day) bear witnesses-to take the pud- m3 for g, good long lest; tomor- lrlto his mouth, reioiced to find ding up and bring it in. row being a holiday she pazsed at himsel.‘ so gallantiy attired, and Suppose it should not be done hon“; A150 119w she had seen a some b 10m Christmas Day with yearned to show his linen in the enough! Suppose it should bleak countess and g 10rd some days be- homnywtid hopes bglonglng To m fashionable Parks. And now two in turning out! Suppose somebody gore, and how the 10rd "was much And every man on board’ wakmg

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to the skies, while h: (not proud, although his collars neurfy choked

potatoes bubbling up, knocked 10nd.

and peeled.

"What has ever got your precious father, then?" said Mrs. Crachlt. “And your brother, Tiny 'l‘im! And Mamm- Wflflft as late last Christ- mas Day by half-an-houri"

"Hersh Martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing a.-. she spoke.

“Here's Martha, mother!" cried the two young Crachitr, “Hurrah! There's such a goosr, Martha!" ‘

"Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!" said Mrs. Crachlt, kissing he: a. dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bon- net for her with ofllcious zeal.

“We'd a dial of work to finish up last night," replicd the girl, “and had to clear away this morning. mother!"

, "We!!! Never mindso long as you are come," said Mrs. Cracllit. "Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a, warm, Lord bless ye!"

“No, no! There's father comlng," cried the two young Crachits, who were everywhere at once. "Hide, Martha, hide!’

So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at lcast three feet of com orter ex- cllrive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clofhes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch. and his limbs supported by an iron frame!

“Why, wh:re's our Martha?“ cried Bc-b Craohit, looking round.

"Not coming," raid Mrs. Crachit.

“Not coming!" said Bob, with a sudden declenslon in his high spirits, for he had been Tim's blood

had come home rampant. coming upon Christmas Dayi’

Martha didn't like to see him dis- appointed, if it were only in joke; so she cams out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his arms, while the two young Crachils hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him otf into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper.

"And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit when she had rallied Bob on his credullty, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.

"As good as gold," said Bob, “and better. Somehow he gets thought- ful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you over heard. He told me, coming. home,

in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see."

Bob's voice was Ll mulous when be told them this. and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim we; growing strong and hearty.

His active little crutch was hoard

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upon the floor, and back olrne Tiny Tim before another word was spoken, escorted by lib brother land sister to his stool before the

ly at the saucepan-lid to be let out‘

sme‘l like a waking-day! That was {mm Tiny Tom, who had a p‘alnt- the cloth. A smell like an eating- we 1W1; vglce, and sang it very

him) blew the fire, until the slow house and a. pastrycooks next door we“ mdeed, ito each other, with a laundress’:

There was nothing of high mark

next door to that! That was them, mm They were not 9, hgmdiome

pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered-flushed, but smil- ing proudly-with the pudding, like a speckltd cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in ha) of ha‘f-a- quart/em of ignited brandy, and he light with Christmas holly stuck into the top.

Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greaiest suc- cess achiev'd by Mrs. Cratchi: since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubis about the quantity of flour. Everybodyhad something to lay about it. but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been fiat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blush- ed to hint at such a thing.

At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted. and con'!de.ed perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchlt family dlew around the hearth, in what Bob Cratchlt cal‘ed a. circle. meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchivs elbow stood the family display of glass. Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle.

These held the hot stuff f om the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have dune; and Bob

horse all the way from church and, Notltlle family le-echoed.

that he hoped the people saw him ed

served it out with beaming looks, while the’ chcstnu s on the fire sputtzred and cracked noisly. Then Bob proposed:—

"A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" Which all

"God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

i-ie pat very close to his father's side upon his little stool. Bob held his withered little band in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side. and dread- ed that he might be taken from