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sa-“mas was .a.d to fore-tell

110.1; be care-iii; not to Io n any leaves or

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hand, you are courting disaster. ioned country ioik vino set.

when the fire Ls fir-t lighted it

Ina the year to oome.

Wear something new on Christmas day if mg!‘ to put on no ﬂaqmmt with a hole or tear in it. otherwise you will words to speak a “"4 OY-QYUHIDUHB is to court bad luck-Mon-

Blblfv "fir? luck." and be very careful

lose money. Also. remember that the 11:5; spoken in the day should be cheerful:

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ere a Santa Claus? {many-fifth Street." CS are vxong. The; have rm oi a skeptical age. is not com- ie min ~. All minds. Virginia. cren‘: are little. In this a mere znseét. an ant, in the boundless world me izittz-Qigence capable '1 anc- knowledge

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t- must tio For instance go t0 ,' a boorﬁ. take it to an other

i i. lamp. Herc are-four sep-

. is cttlls-d back. Somebody has to br- thr- manipulator of the bells. He

‘ ringing . .12’. is in fhe minds pvrpfz-xed player moves zradatrms of sound to guide spoken he sccretly’ unr-zi Loud TIYIQIPQ ‘when he i.<. far from his , rte fiom it 50ft. soft. ixireiw audible when ‘qr (ihl”' o! what is required. -Martha

vo- know that a furl moon a: Chrivmas day

dark that a windy- were held as

a wet year to 1'. When decorating the house with Christmas berries tna‘. fall. bu: put them trarefully away until Twelfth _ n thcv should be burnt with the rest of U113 clc-ctiraziom. Then luck and happiness will fol- IFIW; but ii so much as a holly leaf is burned before- say the old-fash- store on Christmas Ometis, Look to your fire 0n Christmas day, foi if it burns brughtly it is. a sign of prosperity; if. how ever, smoulders and re- fur-cs to "draw." set backs may be looked for dur-

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PYJAMAS DANCE SETS i nosmnv ' SCARVES I A N D B A G S EVENING BAGS UMBRELLA-S SATIN BLOUSES TWIN SWEATER SETS I PULLOVER SWEATERS DRESSES BED JACKETS Get them at.

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SAM LINCOLN walked store windows. An

tent on his mental shopping.

He was thinking bard of Cora, too. Though not a word had been spoken between them on the sub- ject, it was quite understood that xifarm gloves, a warm sweater and str-ckings for fair purpose. When you gave up your city living

you thought in Cora needed all wiere spots. He: sweater had been mended a good stockings- well, Cora just latighcd about them. ' ' made fun 0f thing about changing dreadful ‘ _ e25 pump in the kiniheri, to the‘

the ﬂoors slowed in the bed- \ or. a table, and books continuing Cora was a; '

he should buy her

He'd this

saved a very

Christmas. amount for

for the country", terms ‘of wool. znese things.

worn down to

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Cora would. She iicu v-ry hard

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from the

rooms, so that‘ no pcncii would s?

slid off on the ﬂoor. thoroughbred and a good sport tn look».

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.. t vixouid be bffCf-Yﬂiﬂg to Cow's light curls. Or that cheerful red one. Nice on snowy WlﬁIEI‘ morn- ings. The very ClilLkadPCS would

sing with pleasure at sight of her took a few steps tmirzird the shop door when his eve fell on a black-anu-yellowf

in that sweater, Ht»

silk IilfTlUffJ. Of course he would not get it;

just inqihre ilic price so that hei

might look at it.

The moment Sam touched a reverent hand to tiie exquisite silk he was lost. Thrifty, hard-vsorking Sam! How could he have done such a thing? And so rtaltnly, too. "Please Wrap it up," he hurl said. The price irad bccn rcluveci in or- dcr to sell quic. y. Iilc wall-ted wit of the shop with the light DUZECIIQ under his arm. and slunk by wiri-

dows ﬁlled Wllﬂ warm vsn-Iilen clothes . . . the kit-d Cora so sore- ly needed.

All the way home on tho train his heart szirk lnvJcr and lower. He

“You're So Lovely I Want to Kiss You Very Hard" felt so chilled and Il"'~'PTEIhlP at the thought of his wot-k bt-litivitir, that Cora rushed at him as he opened the door. exclaiminc. “My dear, what dreadful thing has hap-

. pened to you?”

' dinner.

They had an excellent if frugal Cora chatted happily of this and that, looking unusually pretty and gay. Sam tried to meet her laughter, but actually shivered along his spine. Idiot! Fool! Wretched unspeakable lunatic that he was! Would a yellow-and-black Chinese kimono keep Cora warm’! It would not.

Justice demanded that he con- fess. Cora would be kind, and that would hurt more than anything.

.Cora would be kind . . . and keep

right on feeling cold on the crisp mornings after Christmas. But he must do it . . . muddle through it somehow.

After dinner he came olose to Cora muttering something about a gift, and how darned sorry he was . . . and please, please not to look at him so sweetly.

Cora unwrapped tho bundle. Sam waited. The lovely shining thing fell to the ﬁoor with the lights gleaming on it.

"Oh. . .oh. ..|1neverin all my fife saw anything so magnifi- cent! For me? Surely, surely not for me, Sam? But how I'd adore it! I'm sure I wouldn't mind anything if I knew such a gorgeous garment were hanging in my closet. But of course you're teasing mo . . . "

"No," said Sam heavily, “it's your Christmas present. I feel like a cad. I know you need the warm

thingo . . . don't be so darned sweet about itl" he commanded orossly.

Corn flung on the robe, and threw her arms around Sam’s neck. "I don't know why you're acting this silly way . . but if you're so dead set on warm things . . . a whole box came this afternoon from Uncle Horace."

Sam sank weakly into n chair. “You're so lovely I want to kiss you very hznd."

“Why not?" inquired Cora, re- splendent in the yellow-and-black kimono. "This is simply the most wonderful thing you ever did for me."

O Wcumn Newnnper Unlol-

Early Uhrlstmns Carols Christmas carols began making their appearance about the year i400. The inﬂuence of the constant visualization of Bible scenes, of which people were accustomed to

slowly the street gazing into icy wind caught him at the corners but he hurried across to the next curb in-

at a green sweater,

think vividly, inspired their writ- Ing.

litany _ Christ unis

also knew what it took to keep a family of six children and that for as long as he could remember his father's farm‘ had scarcely been abic to produce enough to stretch over every need. It was just before Christmas time that he heard his father tell his mother that if there was to be anything “extra" to give the day its meaning for the children, he'd have to get the ax and hack out a few ties. Her face went white, for =he knew what

that meant. So often had they been forced to

remain on the hacking of a few ties to be sold to the railroad for dire necessities that practically all their timber available for that p u r p o s e w a s gone. And trees don't grow over night. She could tell by the look

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face that he was taking a desper- ate and back-breaking chance of ﬁnding a few logs tough enough for the commission man to buy.

As she looked out of the window and saw the passing cars of winter "touristers" on the nevv scenic road 1hr.- government had built through the hills. she wondered by what magic folks could come to own au- tomobiles and take time off like that to go traveling. But she hadn't many moments to spare on such thoughts, for her husband had re- turned to say that the ax was gone. Could one of the children have taken it? -

The father had borrowed an ax from a willing neighbor but on the tiay before Christmas he was si- lent as he unhitcbed his team in the wagon lot. Christmas tomor- row and he had been forced to bring back the load from .own. The commission man had been truly sorry, for he did need ties; yet nonc of these were large enough.

_ H‘! CF80! up to a window", lost in the sense of failure that made him ashamed to walk to his own door. There an odd sight straight- ened him. Inside were Tim and lusrnother jovoiisly trimming a Christmas tree. Tim racgd to the door to keep the younger children from bursting gleefully into tho room and learning its great secret.

When the father entered the

house. no one asked him about the , Tim shouted. red berry

ties. “Dad, dad!" “Do you know trees that grow Way up the crick? A w f u I hard to get to, but when I found ‘em I thought they were so pur- ty I took some to s c h o o 1. T h e teacher said, ‘that's holly’ and then I read about holly and learned that folks will pay for it to have it for Christmas. So I gathered a lot of it and made me a holly stand up on the new road just hopin’ they would. And dad, they did buy it! Stopped their cars and said, ‘Why it's holly; who would have thought we'd ﬁnd it. here!’ They wanted so much I had to work aw- ful hard getting it, but gee, it was fun! I wanted to surprise mom and you, and now I'll tell you both that I made $27.82. There's $20 right now in that bureau drawer left after buying our Christmas. Gee dad, I love this old farm! It's got lots of surprises on it yet. ‘This one ain't the last one."

The father brushed a tear from his eye and kissed his wife. Then he shook hands with Tim. "You're the kind of non a man can be right proud to own," he choked.

"But dad, will you forgive me?" the boy suddenly implored.

"Why Tim, forgive you what?" the father asked in surprise.

The boy led the way to the kitch- en. "You see dad, I just had to have It?"

The father pretended to fmtvn as Tim pointed and then he winked.

“Well, being an it’: just. about Christmas for us, an well as the rest of the world, I guess I'll have to overlook it." For there in l for corner of the room stood the ax. It was Tim who had borrowed it.

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8t. Nlelnoln’ Reindeer

In the poem entitled "A Visit From St. Nicholas," by Clement C. Moore, Santa Claus’ reindeer are named T‘ “ . Dancer, Prone- er. Vixen. Comﬂ. Ounid. Dondor and Blittcu.

those

Tim who bad never been more than ten miles from his home in the Ozark bills. His teacher said he couldn't even bound Arkansas, his own state, but what his teacher didn't know was how

I {E WAS a small boy named

u'e1l_ he knew the mountain Lad," she murmured, thinking of “crick" and the hill slopes circled her distant son. “Now, let's see. with green-gold, pine trees that Those star cookies you're so fond

bounded his father's tiny farm. He

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f‘ HANK goodness," said Martha Goodwin, bustling about her kitchen, “Christ-

mas comes but once a year." She

wiped back a loose wisp of gray- ing hair with a weary gesture. "But it will be ﬁne seeing you again,

of-" clock.

Loud shrieks of laughter under her window interrupted her thoughts. Those new neighbor chil- dren again. If they were 6'11)’- ing up her freshly swept walk! She strode grimly to the porch. There was a path .in the snow from their yard. around hers, and back again to their own, where all four of them had apparently trudged, pushing a snow ball, across her walk in two places. A tussel started suddenly. and they were all tumbling about in the snow, shrieking at the top of their voices. Martha scolded shrilly at them, and they stood up, an abaslied lit- tle line of stair steps.‘ “The idea!

She glanced at the hurrying

v f: u. On Christmas, too!" Martha chid- ed. "Whatever is the matter with your ma, that she lets you make such a racket?" ‘ "She's sick," answered the old- est girl. "Sick! Then all the more rea- son why you should keep still. Shame on you." The little group stood like statues.

Martha tucked ‘in the hair. and sit still while I work, and l'Il tell you a story," she invited. "Mind you wipe your feet."

mas story," Martha began.‘ you know about the shepherds and the wise men?"

Hcr face clouded a little. "Moth- er told us that," she answered so- berly.

“Oh," said Martha. She dusted the ﬂour from her hands and turned to baste the turkey. Four pairs of eager eyes watched her every move. The doorbell rang. “Laddie! Good heavens," cried Martha, slipping off her apron, and rushed to the door.

But instead it was a telegram:

“AWFULLY SORRY ‘JAR- LING BUT I JUST CAN'T GET AWAY STOP DO TRY TO HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS STOP GO ON A SPREE AND I'LL FOOT THE BILL STOP EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO GET DOWN FOR NEW YEAR'S AND WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING THEN LOVE LADDIE."

Martha Goodwin read it twice. Then she smoothed the straying wisp of hair and went back to the kitchen.

"Well," the older girl was ex- plaining, "it's sort of like a chick- en, I guess only ever so much big- ger." The four children looked up as Martha entered. “Why, what's the mattei, Mrs. Goodwin?"

"My son—I was expecting him- he isn't coming."

“Gea," came a sympathetic chorus. “And you'd ﬁxed every- thing so nice and-and Christmas-

"I’m not going to have it spoiled," Martha decided. "IIere." she said and draped the holly wreath over the youngestls arm. "You," she said to the next one, “carry the potatoes, and you fake

the mince pie-careful, it's hot- and you," to the eldest, "take the vegetables. I think I can manage the turkey."

"But where are we going?" "Over to your house. Weren't you about to miss out on Christ- mas dinner?"

"Dinner ﬁrst, then presents," she suggested, and when, having eaten all they could hold, they gathered about the holl-y, she found a crude- ly wrapped present for herself. It was a picture scrapbook, somewhat amudged.

Were those tear: in Martha Goodwin’: eyes? Surely not, for she was smiling. “Why, thank you," she ex- claimed. "Such a lovely surprise: My," she added, "I do wish Christ- mas came more than once a year." Q Western Nevupaper Union.

Home of Yule Log

Scandinavia is the home of the yule log, for these northern peoples used to kindle huge bonﬁres at the winter solstice to honor the god Thor, and the bringing home of the

wisp of "You children come in here

“I suppose it should be a Christ- “Do

"Yes'm," they chorused. “We g0 to Sunday school," added the oldest girl.

“Then," Martha asked her, “shall I tell you about Santa Claus?”

room, from Harris, who, from the back porch, panted:

barns and road but will have Y0 d0 it again today. What ‘New Y0" saying?" he was interrupted by Rachel.

"The radio announces that the snow plow from Warnton has stuck at the corner and will have to be dynamited out. No one can get through highways farther than the crossroads corner," Rachel hur- ried to the telephones jingling. “It was Martha calling. She and Gene and the children started here

kind strangers

the Bottoms. They have no tele- phone, no near neighbors, and would freeze if they tried to get here through high drifts. Such 8 winter! It Christmas will be "we two," she sighed at the color-lighted tree. “Well, I see I'll have to shovel out the driveways again," Harris announced, pulling on jacket and gloves. Later when he went inside to warm his ﬁngers he heard Martha humming and was thankful that she was cheerful over the disap- pointment of Christmas eve without her relatives. Odors of savory food and the attractive table with Christmas colors, were inviting as he stamped in after evening chores were ﬁnished. “Tonight will be the worst so far this winter. The wind is rising and snow blowing. A terrible night. Surely no one would venture on hlglI\V8)'S——WII_V——V\'II\3I'E is the tree? Did you dump it outside because our company didn't come?" he looked, to be sure Rachel was sane,

The Visitor Pointed Toward the West. “That Light Guided Us."

then at the empty corner where the tree had stood.

“Yes. the radio announced the temperatures will be lowest of lea- son. so far."

“The tree, Rachel! throw it out?" “That's exactly what I did-only didn't throw—"a shout from out- side sent Harris quickly to the door.

"Come in from the terrible bliz- zard, you poor frozen—how did you get here?" Rachel helped Har- ris unwrap ﬁve shivering visitors, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison and chil- dren.

-“Oh, it's been terrible getting here. But it was either to freeze and starve at home or risk get- ting here," Mr. Harrison wheezed. “But, how did you?" Harris be- gan.

"Outside -— see the dogs. We hitched them to the sled. The blessed creatures helped us over drifts which are now frozen." Steaming food was soon on plates and faithful dogs were lapping milk and broth near the kitchen range. "How did you ﬁnd the direction— the way in blinding snow?" Harris looked puzzled.

"Well, we got to the top of King's Ridge in the pasture, and came to- ward the light. The light near your grove, back there," the visitor pointed toward the west. "That light guided us."

“What light?" Harrie stam- mercd. ~ ~ “Harris, dear. will you please carry our Christmas tree back into the house? I carried it outside this morning to the grove and put food on it for birds, wild ducks and any other wild animals. that need food and shelter. Then, tonight, I hung that large lantern with the strong light on top the tree to guide whoever might need it.

Merry laughter rang into the night as nuts were cracked and corn popped. Christmas morning Mr. Harrison helped keep snow from driveways and a path to the grove where the children carried food to a stack of fodder which the men had placed for the wild ani- mals.

"Snow may be drifted high out- side. But kindness inside of me needs never be blocked so it can not be scattered and be a guide to others," Rachel mused after the happy Christmas of the worlt win- er. ~

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Storage Place for Toys

A good Christmas present for a child ia a storage place all his own for his toys and treasures. Make it from a sturdy packing box cov- ered with colored pictures from

lo| was once u religious ceremony.

magazines and» give it a coat of white shellac.

f ONDER if Harris would W care? Shall I do it, then ask him afterward?" Ita-

chel Stanton, the morning of Christ- mas eve, looked admiringly at the brilliant tree in the pleasant living then hurried to brush snow for stamping m

“I've cleaned the driveways m

but are blocked in at a home of. I wish we could; get food to the Harrison family in?

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0R many years Marelu had not F been exactly happy on Christ- mas; somehow she had never received the pretty things bestowed upon other girls.’ "If they all only knew how I have secretly longed those soft, dainty luxuries," thought Marelu, as she sat before the ﬁreplace, just three days be- fore Christmas. "There are those kitchen apﬂms. for instance, from dear old aunt Lucia. Every year, as far back as I can remember, it has always been aprons. I must have almost a dozen by now. Then there is cousin Marie, who has been sending the inevitable handkerchief: right along, year after year. There must be quite a collection of them, too." While she had been grateful and thankful for these kind r e m e m- brances, she had not been exactly thrilled. A happy Christ- mas thought sug-

" gested itself to hIareIu as she gazed out at the s I en der icicles shining like sil- ver in the moon-

light. “I know what I'll do. I'll start right now

and wrap up all these things into pretty Christmas parcels and give them to someone who really needs them."

When Christmas day arrived Marelu started out with her basket brimming full. of beautifully wrapped and tied Christmas gifts. Every step she took over the holi- day carpet ‘of snow represented a kindly thought of cheer.

“Merry Christmas." she‘ cried, as she handed a bright colored par- cel to dear" old Linda Larsen.

“The very same to you," said she, with a questioning look of sur- prise. The next moment ahe was proudly unwrapping a r ai.‘ of pret- ty bath towels. Marlene and Dolly, two little girls around the' corner, danced up and down with joy when they saw the snowy handkerchiefs with colored borders. Marelu smiled happily as she left the little girls and proceeded to her next stop. Efﬁe Lynn was overwhelmed with surprise when a gift was band- ed her. She explained that it had been years since she had received a Christmas present.

After several other interesting calls Marelu started for home. The street lights ﬂashed on and the glimmering Christmas trees joined in the ceremony on all sides of her. As she drew near her own home she stood still a moment and admired the grandeur of the dark pines encircling the house under a white burden of snow. The varia- tions of colors gleaming from the windows seemed to be stretching out to meet the pines.

Inside the house was warmth and joy and Christmas cheer as the family gathered about the Christ- mas tree, pointed with the star of Bethlehem. Marelu was just in time for the celebration. Bob- by had been cho- sen to read off the names upon the gifts and all eyes were cen- tered upon the huge basket con- taining them.

“First on the program." shout- ed Bobby, "is for mother." All wondered what it could be.

"A gorgeous lamp shade," cried mother, as she held it up for all to see.

While still admiring this thing of beauty, Bobby shouted louder than ever, “Something for the governor, himself. Get ready, pop, for your surprise."

“What can the strange package be, for goodness sake?” said fa- ther, his eyes popping with inter- est. “Well, I do declare, if it isn't a golf set. Just what I have want- ed for a long time," as he started to examine it. '

"Oh boy, hold out your hands and catch, Dot, a ducky package for you, all tied with silver cord. What is it? Open it quick!”

Dot removed the bright red tis- sue and disclosed a white wool skating outﬁt.

Marelu had been so absorbed in what the others were receiving that she had forgotten all about herself. For the ﬁrst time in many years she had received the thing! she really adored. With a heart full of appreciation and joy, she suddenly shouted, “Merry Christ- mas!" The other: did not quite comprehend the extent of Marelu’: enthusiasm, but she, herself, felt, somehow, that this had been the very happiest, merrleat Christmas she had ever had.

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“Silent Nﬂhf." Austrian The world's most famous Christ- mas song, "Silent Night, Holy Night," was written and the music composed on Christmas eve, 1818,

Franz Gruber, the organist of the

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hand tugged at i2

tall man. He looked

childish ﬁgure b

I had one like her,‘

in a low tune.

Th8 man mused smile. “It is ‘at —but I thought 1 that you had all o could care for."

“Well-J dici." ing answer “bu: inspiration had could give sonxe a "The man's clasp child's hand, and t. her gently that time; if they were to be ' luncheon. Al many other ii . department of ti» child showed lune :. ~_ and managed to ;_- ~ back to the Objm t r: and stood eiirap - - til her grahdfat . ed her that they rc; their way home.

As the child rely the man recalled " Marcia standing a doll and hoard u. same words rims M . today. "Isn't." she 2 doll in pink just l I*had one like it." the man beside lac have more tiolls nut" what to do with," an: ed, "That is too way." “Oh is it?"

asked in surprise. thing in this store is " known vivhetlier it \\ " he had led the ctiild he asked himself IIIEUV he hadn't given the child, and be result-oil 2' ‘ again would he be the c hurt look such as ll the little one's eyes: . .i. . then on, he dcterir. ned t» her every wish that r.» r could and so atone for t: essary suffering ho lILitl i Christmas night John t3. - alone before the fire against the back oi‘ t eyes closed and a sni tent upon his face. T1113 ti. . and a young woman's v0.3a caU -i softly—-“Father."

“Yes, my dear," he answered he turned toward hcr. "Mother wants to kiimv if y aren't coming to bed." t woman said as she cunie room.

"Tell your mother I'll ‘i in just a minute," tlic ii..4.:". repli with a laugh.

"Do you know, iatlioi‘. that ‘you have made 3..

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night," Marcia Field $3.1 .155?‘- went and sat on the arm of ii! father's chair.

Her father put his arm arourd her. “I'm glad if l dill,“ rte w- her.

ago. I thought that I no‘ be happy if I didn‘t have Marcia laughed at flic . "And I wouldn't buy it l - . her father frowned. "Why father. do you that?" the daughter n .. prise.

- "I have never forgott-n it, at»! resolved never to be the Willie‘ hurting you or anyone as I h! you that day."

"Why, you old dear!" ll laughed as she huzvcti nun. l’ haven't thought of it for We" And then she said sudilu-iv d5‘ light of understanding Ii P?“ her, "That is why you aliv '

. - t ii done so much for mo, Jllibllll} ‘is, gave Marcia that doll tmml- ~

it?" John Grant's Sllllll‘ ms I; onb’ answer he gave lfflxfhfi,’ ment, and then he said: I. '

succeeded in making both (‘Fffmel of you happy, I ShlIII bmllillwgi too, for I shall feel that l lillgcm least in part paid a .CllI'lSlI\'-»i3 long overdue."

"Dear, dear father," _ kw“ ingly assured him, "WU ‘l“" f ‘h, how well you have Sl|C\.‘(‘\‘--"‘_; wrhen x am indeed Quntctil.

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