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Jlay the Season

Bring You

Peace, Joy.

Happiness.

“Come Let Us Adore Him” The Happy Christmas Thought

'I‘liere is a magical; pause, a mysterious something iii the an". an awakening of man's best and sweet- est instincts as the Yuletide carols

out the hallowed words: e on earth. good will toward A pause when even iheinos: en, forbidding‘. hard-hearted person feels an urge of the soul “lllllll him, to join in the merry f».~tival of Christmas.

'l‘hen. too, there is magic in rod . . Derrida. gray green branches

o: bewitcliuig mistletoe. and the

;.~»'r:i!mi= of woody E\'£‘l‘Z\‘€GIl$,IIl9ll—

ing wax and the burning log. How

mysteriously they recall sweet thoughts of long ago to the elders!

Hozv they fill the hearts of playful

clirldrtn with joyous delight!

Christmas ls the significance of childhood. for almost two thousand years ago the Christ. Child brought the redeeming message of love to the world. Love that keeps the fizzle flame of hope burning; love tl-at gives patience and courage to endure one problems of life: love , that. prompts the giving and re- ceiving of gifts. When Wise Men of the East.

mrn of profound learning, saw a star and follower! it. they nttle messenger of love humble resting , laid their most r ions gifts before him.

771951‘ gifts were highly symboli- cal. Gold to a King. the King of Love and Humanity. Frankntcense to a DlVllllfy. the God of human needs. Myrrh for a man. and for the sorrow that redeems. Thus they recognized in a little Child, the King. the Divine and the Man.

As we commemorate Christ's th each Yuletide. there is a ra- i.r. warmth and spirit of love in tnc giving and receiving of gifts: we pay homage and reverence to our Kine our God’ and our Re- decnzei Agile; Myers.

M0thers’s Night Ancient English I upfghristmas Name

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Tnc oldest English name for Christmas is Mocldra Night, _or Mothers‘ Night, In the early day's. when our Saxon forefathers had just settled down in the country that was to be England. the day of December 25th was given up to games and feasting. but the night was dedicated to the special honor of mothers. ‘They occupied the seats of honor. and everyone brought them gifts. Sons and daughters who had gone out into the world strove to be at home on that one’ night in the year.

A little later the name Yule was given to Christmas. and the rejoic- lugs of the day were prolonged into night, when men sang and told stories sitting round the cheerful blaze of the Yule log.

The old customs of Mothers‘ Night gradually died out, though lhry still survive in a few parts of the country. Its place has been taken to some extent by Mother. inc Sdfldily in the north of Eng- land. On that day everygng “rho can do so still makes a pilgrimage homewards. and the mother re-

ceives the homage of her ‘family, London Tid-Blts Magazine --.-_-_____

Sranla Claus Legend

I expect most of you know that Santa Claus. whom most of us cal! Father Christmas. ls Just another name for St. Nicholas. a vefY 800d

Iold nfan who lived years and year-l

ago. and who used to b6 lflYmu‘ larly fond of and kind to children. gm 1, an old legend of the ori-gln of Father Christmas. It is sold that one of the Wlse_ Men who come to hip a? the Crlb of the Christ Chi! strayed from theroad and loit touch with his wmlfin‘ gong A; he went on with his gift-H he began to be afraid lest. when m». arrived at the birthlfficfii 01b?" Infant whose wmlnfl h“ e" 1m¢w|d_ he shouJd fall to recofl- nlzc the xms- He "W"! ‘he “M” lem bv caning M We" “m!” “hfrfe children were and silently l?!" ‘z m, Dram. beside them. suit, a

Chrltsmaatlde. says the my. thl! Wise Mon goes on his way. and the chlldnn have come u» cal! him Santa Claus or Putin-r Christmas-

Mr. (é-andy Good Shopper But Forgot His Own Present

It was siiuplv out of the qucs- tion for .\Ii ‘Id!’ to goto Say- viile tiiat iiio g. 'l‘hc day before Christmas and a thousand things to do; bu: Mr. Gaudy was going.

Ea do many er- ihe one she wish- c ClOIIC-filigilt for llc wa-= the nearest .. e ‘.0 the tiny village Gain! s. lived. n good litteen units ivsi-i‘ mountain b_\' it rickety." biis \\ sh 11in once a (lay.

Mrs. Gandy \\':\.~'. struck with an idea. She hurried to a neighbor's house and bogged hcr to come

home with llPl‘."J'~i$l ‘. Gan- dy if he will buy for on a pair of coves, for your h‘ .. Give a. large‘ size. He'll ncv r guess." The liPlgllbOl‘ v con- sented. Mrs. Gandy fc t wcll pleas-

ed with hcr bit of a scheme to get hcr husband to buv his own gift iunkitou" _ vi for himself. butshe was a zriflc dismayed when, at five o'clock. Mr. Gandy came home. tired. hui".,::'_v and tumbled an arm- ful of packages on the kitchen table.

"You got the sage for the dress- ing? The celery? The red ioytruck for Tommie? The blue mittens for Sarah? The nuts and raisins. and the white wool for grandma?"

Mr. Garxdy nodded and inquired how soon su er would be ready.

"And. l his wife casually, “the .\ for Andrew". his wife wanted.

.\Ir. Gandv smiled "I clean for-

got about them until the bus was ready to start! so I just hopped IMO a place and grabbed the first PM!‘ I =a‘.\‘. ‘Good vnnugh for old Andrew.‘ I thought. but thevaront much" lle yzri fact‘ a little shame- facc’! like a bov.

i .\' Dlumtifd down ln a l (Jundy. that serves Thme cloves are a ...mas ,>.e.e::t from me to you. ‘fr-u are served with your own sauce!" And she laurlicd so hard that Bill Gandy had to join her at his own cxpense-éflariha B. Th0- 111215.

The Reporters Christmas

Haye any of you, for one reason

1‘ left the cheering loi- of good things pa. and jolly friend- ship of your home on Christmas Day?

Have you then walked through the inmost dtzcincd irccts down- to'.i'n?‘Dicl you glance into that 5111.1‘. restaurant and notice the man. his hat tilted back on his head, a ncyvspapei‘ propped before him, partaking 0f a frugal meal oi: the unenticing "Chri tnias Turkey- Spccial 50s?" You did

Well, here's a little wager. We're willing '0 hot that he is a reporter from the nc I-papel‘ down the street. '.'l.‘.'~' thin c him.

No home-cooked Christnia: din- ner for him. No h ippy faces ar- ouir. the Chin. iras ticc as gifts are unwrapped from their red and white paper and bright. seals.

For the ncvvspapci" mut come out alld his servies are required just as much at Christmas as on any other day.

’f“:e world goes on. you know. even though most of us sit at home, secure from the howling winds and driving, swirling snow. Our famille: are with us and all are happy in this one day at least of good fellowship, But. cmctfmcs we forget that babies are born; people die, accidents happen just the same and, for the reporter in many cases. 12's just another day.

I met a newspaperman. a. friend of mine last Christmas. When I questioned him, he replied: "Christmas Day? Hm-m. It's juft Tuesday to mc!"

Bc/irrc iii Ylflfllfil‘ for Driid

Kitzbuhel. Austria, ls one of the few places in the world which be- lievc that the dead should share in the Yuletide celebration. On Christmas eve, this picturesque lit- tle village in the Tyrrol has. for many years. decorated each grave in its cemetery with i1 tree. lighted by candles and other small lights. —-Coll!ei-'s Weekly.

Sela‘! SYm-drv Toys

Well-built toys which w!!! pa» vldc happy play throughout tho year are bfttc!‘ than those which make a! brave showing on the Christmas tree but which areaoon broken or discarded.

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AN UNEXPECTED CHRISTMAS‘ GIFT

Gregory. gloomy-eyed arid still. waited for Mary by a wood of Christmas whiteness.

Five minutes, ten minutes; than he saw her coming to him through the valley. and into his eycsflash- ed the look o! all true lovers in all the world. she was in his arms. a slim young thing, fur-clad. and he had ldssed her more than once be- fore either of them spoke alkali. Then Mary drew back, half-laugh- ing. and Gregory let her go, gloom creeping fnto his eyes again.

"Gregory"—she saw his face- matter. dear?"

"I c got to tel! you, Mary," he answered.

He drew her to l» seat upon a fallen tree-trunk near by, and an odd silence fell before he began to speak. These two were comrades and lovers, whose fathers’ farms met each other a field away. and whose stolen courtship hadbecn a. poem of years.

stolen? Well. Mary's father, a rough-and-ready man, looked ask- ance on glib-tongued, haughty- eyed young Gregory Cartaret, and as for the nagging woman, his father's sister Ellen, who ruled as mistress in Gregory's home. she had no word for Mary but one of rebuff.

"Listen," said Gregoiy, “I'm not going b0 have Freclands. Mary."

"Not going———?"

"It's Aunt Ellen," said Gregory passionately‘. “Ah! I could find it in my hEBYlZ to hate that. woman! No. I'm not going to have that blessed farm of hers-not to be allowed to farm it for her after all her promises. Do you realise what it means? No April wedding for you and me. Darling, I swear I never had a doubt. All my life I've been brought up with the idea that I was going to farm Freelands for Aunt Ellen whenold Pettlgrew gave up—he's had it ever since I remember, and he's going out of it next month, you know. I could farm it better than he any day. and I could make it pay. I meant to, though it was Aunt Ellen's—" _

"Greg. Greg. don't be bitter. dear,".she whispered. Soft fingers went up and caressed Gregory's cheek. He caught them in his. kissing them, but his eyes glared fiercely still.

"Bitter? Bitter? When it was to have been our home. sweetheart, yours and mine. I tell you, Mary. it's no ordinary promise she's broken, no ordinary thing she's done. It's been ‘Gregory, Gregory, what's the use of this and that if you're going to be a farmer?" ever since I was a little lad. Father meant to scrape and save to send me to college to fit me to earn my living some other way - he knew what s. poor game farming is - but it was she who persuaded him to take me away from school when I was sixteen. with the promise of Frcelands; Freelands, always Pree- lands by-and-by. and now-J’

"YES. what's happened now" asked Mary's quiet voice.

“She's selling it, that's all," said Gregory harshly.

Silence fcl! sharply, broken only by a distant peewitls call. Gregory did not look at the girl boslde him, for he could not bear to see‘ the

smay in her eyes.

"Oh, she'll change declared Mary cheerfully, after a moment.

"No!" He spoke abruptly, bitter- ly. "That's partly why I—I re- sent it so. Mary. Apparently it is no new idea of Aunt Ellen's. for the farm seems to have been ad- vertised and all that sort of thing. There is a. fellow coming to see it tomorrow-Christmas Eve, of all days! And she _told father and me today.”

Silence again. on which hcr voice came softly:

"Poor boy, dear boy; but you're not m think of me. It isn't as-as if I minded waiting, Greg."

His arm tightened round her.

"You darling! Don't. I know it? But I mind having to ask you to wait."

She raised shining eyes to his thiough the dusk. and smiled.

"Do I need asking?" she said vcry sweetly.

He gave a lover's answer, his black mood lifting a. little, yet fierce rebellion held him still o5 he remembered how bravely this little girl of his had waited, how long she yet must wait.

"I'll not forgive her!“ he rapped out. "Never! Never! Heaven grant there aren't many women like her under the sun. She made my life a burden when I was a. little kid and wanted ordinary sort of hum- an kindness like all kids do, not with anything cruel or violent, you understand. but just. nagging and mcannesscs and unutterable cold- ncss—thlng's you'd never under. stand, either, you dear. Yes, I cer- tainly have an account to settle with Aunt Ellen."

"I've heard," said Mary. "that she was crossed in love. They quarrclled, and her lover went away."

"I congratulate him.‘ replied Gregory feverently.

There came to their core the sound of heavier feet than the wild-folks’ coming through the wood. Some one came out into the little clearing, paused for a fraction of a second looking at them, thcn went on with precise, unhurried steps.

"Talk of the devil!" murmured Gregory. nnd lifted his cap to Miss Elcn Ciirtaret.

she was coming homcword from the village a mile away, carrying net-market on her arm: a. thin, grey-haired woman, perhaps forty

_Gregory passionately,

her mind," I

By DAISY lllACE EDGINTON

yearsold. with abtuidant hair not yct even streakcd with grey, and a small face that had been pretty.

and might be pretty still. wlth eyes unutterably cold and lips pursed tight—a shrew. She went

on, hardly glancing at the lovers through the dusk.

“She wouldn't speak to me." said Vary, a. little subdued. when she had gorie._ "I wonder why she hates me, Greg?"

"All ugliness hates beauty." cried "as dark hates light. Darling, don't speak of her. I'm crazed with disappoint- ment. I'm a fool to have put my trust in any promise of hers. And I have to be civil, Mary, answer nothing, hold my tongue, for fath- er, poor chap, borrows money from hcr at times."

“Oh, Greg!" saidlhe girl, "has he told you?"

"No." flared Gregory, "but she has! Oh! she wouldn't forget to let me know. We're as poor as rats. for the governor's lost most of his inoncy on the farm. but shc has kept licrs and hourded it till I suppose she's a rich woman. more or less. And there's Freelands, of course. Freelauds! I don't know ii I could bring myself to take it now, even if she offered it to me- becausc it would be her money and hcr land."

He turned stiddeuly and glanced at lvfaiyv. She was looking down. rather sabcrly. and the cheek that touched his shoulder showed pale through the dusk. April, rcmem- ber, was to have seen hcr wedding day.

"Couldn't I, though!" said poor Gregory‘.

I-Ie went home with her to hcr garden-gate. A jiroinise of snow began to SllTlW in the grey north, und the wind grew chill. A little sadly they said good-night.

Old Gregory Cartaret drove to the distant station in the morning to meet the man who was corrung to see his sister's farm.

Gregory the younger harnessed the cob into the smart dag-cari- for his father, and Cartaret. a grey. kind-faced. anxious man. stopped to speak a word of tenta- tive sympathy before he climbed to his seat.

"Gregory, I'm most confoundedly sorry!"

“It's only what I might have ex- pected, sir," answered his son, in uninviting tones.

“I know, I know." His father was plillillg on lll_"l dog-skin cloves, looking down at them severely the

while. “Your Aunt Ellen's a hard woman. Told your little girl yet. Gregory?”

Gregory made no answer. Ap- parently he did not hear.

“A biitcr woman." said Cnrtar- ct. "Wcll-Il-Iell holds no furylikc a woman scorned‘ _ isn't there a proverb or something? he scorned her, either, but he went away. I never saw him. for I was here and shc was a girl at home. and from that hour she's grown- what she is. Latigh! All right, but I can mind hcr when she was soft and sweet as that little girl oi yours. I know you've wondered many a time why I've lct hcr make her homo lICIL‘ all these years. It's not for what she is, but for what she was-J’

He broke off. sccing the boy's unresponsive facc. "Oh!" he said. “what's the usc of saying all this to you? You're all alike, you young I0lk~1lZlFd as. fiint. sensible as daylight. Here, give her her head. I'm late already."

He cluttered away, wheeling the cob out. of thc stable-yard with clever, careful hands. Gregory watched him go. He had a strong affection for his father, but just now he felt that he could not bear any sympathy, however genuine. He turned abruptly and went into the house again. nnd lherc in the hall met Ellen Cartarct.

She begun to nag.

"Gregory! He'll be late for the train, your father will. I might have known it. Why didn't you

harness the horse earlier. then?"

Gregory went on through the hall. Hts lcmpcr was a! boiling point. and he would not. could not. trust himself to answer.

"Sulks!" said Ellen Cartrirel. "Bulks! Because I'm going to sell my own land, 1 suppose. Can't you speak?"

Silence. a tcnsc liltlc silence. Then young Gregory‘ strung round and came back. very’ ]).’ll(‘.

“Ycs," e said. "I. can and will. Speak? I'll talk to you. and. what's more, you've uni. to listen. Yrs. I want your farm. and I can't have it-that plcizses you, doesn't it? Yes, I want to gel married. and. because you will it. 1 must ask my girl to wait."

“How dare you. Gregory?" she shrilled.

“Why not?" asked Gregory in- stantly. "Al! these years I've been silent, as you brought me up to be. because you're a woman-though. by Heaven! I can hardly think it. my father's sistcr. but now I tell you that ever since I began to reason 1 haves dc-piscd you from the bottom of my heart. ‘Dare’? Why not?"

But even as he spoke he know what her answer \\“lll(‘l he. nnd he went out. shuttirg the door upon it as she began to speak. Ho went out into the bare. brown flelds, where someplonghing was being

done. and began to help with _l,t___n

mechanically. Car-tarot the elder came to him there presently. Tim-c 'wus no

‘stranger with him such as Gregory

had thought to scc.

“Didn't the fcllow come?" he uked lndlfferenfly.

"Yes," answered the elder man.

Not that ‘

"He came." And his tone was 5° strange that Gregory, roused from his lethargy, stared in from! 11m- IIZEIIIEIIL.

"Why---" he began.

"Gregory," said Cartaret. "it's irour Aunt Ellen's lover come back!"

Father and son stared at each other for fully ten seconds with- out speaking. Then Gregory broke the silence.

“Good Heavens!" he said, almost below his breath.

“The agent sent him," went on Cartaret. “I didn't even know his name, nor he mine. when he heard it-‘Cartaretf-he said. ‘I used to know some people called Cartaret. And it's not a common name."

“I asked what other name, to see if I could fix ‘em, and he says like ar-like a-oh, like a fool. ‘Her name was Nell’. Nell! You'd not recognize your aunt. Ellen, but once upon a time we used to cal! her that. Well, he's gone in, to find her. I didn't sstay. Prcelandal

_ Good Heavens! He's forgotten all

about the farm." ,

" ‘She's waited,‘ he said. ‘my lit- tle Nell! God bless her!"'

“I tried £0 tell him she was dif- ferent, changed-though. mind you, she's a pretty woman still; it's not hcr looks she lost-and he just laughed. Gregory, I'd have given fiveyears of my life if I could have sent that fine chap in to see the woman he thought he was go- ‘uig to meet." .

“Well? said Gregory, “if she cares it'll bee. lesson to her-and she needs one!"

His father looked- at hlin for a moment, then sighed sharply and turned on his heel.

"Ah, well," he remarked over his shoulder, "if you'd go home pres- ently and see if he wants to go over the farm. I'd be obliged to you. I'm a. fool, 1 suppose. but I'm hanged if I could stand it. You will? Thanks!"

He went away‘. leaving young GrOKOTY. with the first shock of amazement still upon him, to pon- der cynically over-this strange jest of fate. So the layer had come back-that mythical lover of whom he had heard so much -- come back, trusting and ardent, to his "little Nell." Here Gregory laugh- ed aloud.

An hour later- he went home wards, his dog at his heels, through the cold sunlight. of Christmas Eve. The great grey house of Cartaret was very silent, but the door stood open. He went in, carefully shutting it behind him to keep the spaniel outFthls was one of Aunt Ellen's regulations-and so stood in the hall a moment co- gitating where the stranger should be

They were strangers both-a tall man of early" middle age, spare and eager-faced. and a. woman. ra- dlant-eycd, with flushed cheeks- Aunt Ellen, the unloved one, the nagger. the mean one, who now was "little Nell."

"Dear one." the man was saying, "he said you'd changed. Changed! Why, you're just the same. The yicars haven't dared to touch my g r

This Gregory heard in that in- credulous moment while he stood dumbly staring at them across the hall.

"Jeffrey!" Surely this was not Aunt Ellen's voice? It laughed and thrilled. "Jcfirey! I am an old woman now."

"Old!" Hc laughed softly. "Then what am I, Nell? What--"

Hc broke off, seeing Gregory. El-l len Cartaret saw him, too, and into l!" FY05. so strangely, newly soft. crept the look of one awakening from a. dream.

"It's Gregory." she said blankly. "My nephew, Gregory."

She wcnt forward slowly.a great fear creeping suddenly into her face. Gregory put out his hand, forcing a. word of greeting. For the life of him he could not say anything coherent. The other man grasped it.

“Oh. Cartaret," he said, “I'm jcalous—jcalous that. you should have had" her all these years."

Gregory felt an insane desire to laugh aloud. So this man en. vied him his bitter years! Excel- lent. that! He began b0 smile, a wry- sardonlc smile.

{I'm sorry lo have robbed you. s i‘——"

Over the shoulder of the man who held his hand, Ellen Cartar- PVS eyes met his, and into them there leapt a. frantic. terrible ap- peal. He sighted in the snap of a second the meaning of 1t. Her lover had come back to that girl 0f 1W8 HBO-"ms soft and sweet as that little girl of _vou._ro, Gregory" —th!nklng her unchanged, anfl

Christmas Trees

The Christmas trec which all Canadian boys and girls regard as a necessary l for proper gglgrjstmas ‘celebration was intro- duced fnto England from Germany by Queen Victoria. The mistom of loading a young spruce tree with gifts originated with the ancient

Itomans. who used them at the

Boturnalll. fectl hold in nonm- of Baturnul. the god of ogxilcultun and civilization.

Made Best Of Worst Of Christmas Time Mishap

The snow began nearly a. week, before Christmas and when the great day arrived, folks were try- ing to remember the time when it didn't snow in Morton City. Bar- nes, the only. merchant. had put of! getting his shopping supply so there were no gifts in town to be bought for lave or money. But when news got about that the train down on the railroad siding was snowbound in Morton City, old and young sort of forgot about the lack of gifts. Too. the president of the road with his party had a special car on the rear of the snowbound passenger. and wasn't that a great honor indeed?

Folks got. over the novelty of their visitors in time for the or- ganization of a huge cholr of carol singers that went down to the train and paraded through the length of the coaches, even toning- lug for the chef and the porters and, of course, all the train men. They had remembered to take along a tree decorated witirthe make- shift ornaments they had on hand from previous years. But some- how. they made a great hit with all the strangers who joined heart- ily in the fun.

The passengers dove into their baggage nnd brought up books, boxes of candy. candy bars, ties, fancy soaps and bath salts, highly perfumed, beautiful towels and even lovely baby clothing, wearing apparel and jewelry. In fact, not a soul in the little settlement was without one of the impromptu gifts. The passengers received old- fashioned roasted fowls and all trimmings of a generous feast. What one hath not, the other had. seemed the most terse explanation of the happy condltionl-Luella B. Lyons.

The First Christmas

Oh. Bethlehem. dear Bethlehem in dreams again I see.

Thy ancient hills all bathedlnllght Arid sweet tranquility.

There Mary! gentle Mary! Among the lowing klne,

Brought forth her babe,

All unafraid!

The child that is divine.

Al! hall him King, our heavenly King. Let earth and sea rejoice. Let praises from all nations sing. In one triumphant voice.

Oh, Bethlehem. dear Bethlehem in dreams again I see,

‘The manger where the babe was laid.

In deep humility.

And Mary. Blessed Mary,

A joy to her was given,

Bringing to earth this little babe:

This messenger from heaven.

tSgd.) GREG.

worshipping hcr thus. Now, here. within Gregory's hand lay the full settlement of that account of his.

"You shall tell rne what a dear mother she has been to .you all these years." said the lover, "a mother and an angel. Hasn't she?"

Silence. a. tense. taut little sil-

ence. not strained or unnatural to‘

Jeffrey Drew. but significant. im- mense, to the other two. Breath- lessly the woman watched the boy's palc face. Her eyes besought him. yct almost helplessly. for she knew in that moment how great her sln had been.

There is fn love a. great free- masonry. If Gregory Cartaret had not himself been a lover he could nct have heeded that appeal.

Yet the end of the silence found him at her side. and there-a little awkwardly. for never before in his life had he done it before-he slip- ped hls arm round her and, bend- ing down suddenly, kissed her cheek. while Jeffrey Drew looked Oll. There was a glorious half-moon that night. and Gregory. lying in bed, his hands drawn behind his sleek, dark head, watched it going Clown.

His thoughts had long ago left Aunt Ellen and the happenings of the day: they were with Mary. Yet they were sombre thought-s. as all thoughts o! hope deferred must be.

Red-gold. the little moon began to slip behind the hill. Gregory's eyes were on it. and he did notsee the door pushed softly open. nor c. gray figure steal like l ghost fnto his room. It was Ellen Csrtaret. She was on hcr knees beside the bed before he saw her, and speak- lng hastily and very low.

"Gregory. forgive me!"

She was not looking at him. In- deed, she did not dare look. she caught his unresponsive hkflchlfld a tear fcl! on lt.

“Thank you, Gregcryflahe whis- pered.

"Oh. my dear Aunt Ellen. don't!" said poor Gregory. "It's all right."

“If only I could think co!" she murmured.

She had indeed sinned against him very greatly. for the measure of l} sin is lust the degree In which someone pays. and Gregory had paid for many o bitter year.

"It's all right, Aunt Ellen," he repeated.

She got up. She hem. down and kissed his forehead swiftly’. Bho caught his hand again and pruned something within it.

“My Christmas present. Greg- ory." she whispered. and was gone.

Bhc left {folded paper in his hand, and when his hurrying fln- gers hod found a light he read it.

It was the written gift of Pne- londc Form.

' And finds‘

Martha Found Ways To Raise Christmas Funds

Christmas was drawln and nearer. but Marth: seemed no nearer a solution of hcr problem. The giving of gifts in.

the Yuletide season had been 1 '

tradition with Martha. as long a5 she could remember. This vein. however, she saw no Way m '1“, up the cherlshed custom, p

Purl"! the past months he, t,,_ come had ahrlveled to whereur would buy only the necessities i». herself and Emma, ‘her friithmi servant. ‘mrough no scrlmplrrg}, saving could even the tinient min be cent tn those whom she “km”. to remember. "

NOW. as she watched the w lng flakes of snow. she thDlllln, how lovely it would be to see i». big room full of gaily tied pack. ages. waiting to be sent on in“... various ways. Regretfwly ti... 1.5‘. tured the disappointments of rela. “"5 and friends who would r1114; she had forgotten: they worry! never dream she had grown m, poor to buy Christians gifts; m... n! believed, hcr wealthy.

With =- heavv Sigh she lookr-t! around the beautiful room. T}... furnishings were luxurious; m1»,- of them had been in the {am for generat!ons....Budden!_v a crv came from her lips. She had thought of a quick. sure wav p. fulfill her desires. She would’ sell a few of the lovely old pieces. sup would send for the proprietor of the antique shop without a moni- unit's delay! Her Christmas [rf 5 would be on their way tomorrow-

How Far To Bethlehem? It isn't far to Bethlehem Town!

It's anywhere that Christ. comes down

in people's friendly face

A welcome and abiding place.

The road to Bethlehem runs right through

The homes of folks like mc and you.

—Mldeline Sweeney tvfiller.

An Illustrious Day

O most illustrious of the days of

inc! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Bfillt‘ of Bethlehem! With dazzling pomp dfiivttfldllls’ angels sung. Good will and pence to men, to God due praise.

Who on the errand of salvation sent-

Thee. Son Beloved! of plural Unity

Essential part. made flesh that madst all worlds.

Abraham Cole».

The Wise Men’s Gifts

(By Edgar A. Guest! They brought him franinccnse mid myrrh And shining gold—- Gifts from the Heavenly Me'- anger- In days o! old And likewise now at Christan-i

time, v As carols sound and church lie-o‘

chime And little children dance with

. glee, We come to all with wishes tn?"-

Now nolt with frankincense and go And fragrant myrrh _ Our Christmas wishes can be tor! A: once they were. But still for three rich joys M’ D753!- God Grant you health this Chili‘.- mas Day, "

And love and that sweet- PPR“ men sing Which Bethlehem‘:

come to bring.

Christ-child

God grant you these three ivy» ii earth; True friendships gold:

The franklncense of love and mirth.

May young and old

Find something of myrrhs frail- ranco sweet

In every tark and joy they nicer.

And may that gladneu Mme i‘ them

The Wise Men found at Bethle- hem

God grant to all, this Christmas Day, These wishes threo: Faith when the skies are dark and ‘ gray. That joy shall be. Slmength for the journey: night Beyond the powers of wronil f° blliht. And may the peace of Christmas- ld

l In evoryaheart and home abide.

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DEEPER 19 1936

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