I’ X10 is f! l6! i...‘ -"»I.)l<1(‘l~]1\'ll_il:]Yt 24, 1927 Peace t0 Men Of Good Will Longfellow wrote a poem during. thc very c . which he tells how stransfllflfientlzil the Christmas oi’ i863 and 10W - bells of that Christmas seemed like a hollow mockery until he realized that their message W" a Pmphwy guaranteed b)’ the heart M God: l heard the bells on Christmas da‘! ~ Their old familiar carols DlflY- mm WM and gwcct the words re- pent Qfpyfltzfl on earth, good-will to Iiliiii. Amt in fitltipziii‘ l bowed my head: "There is no tlPIwl! "ll i-‘Mm- l said. , qror hntc is strong. and mocks thc hung Lit‘ pcaco on curtli- lilllllhwm l" moii." ~ 'l‘ln-n peeled the bells more luuil and deep: "God is not dead. nor doth lie sleep; - 'l‘hc wrong shall fail. thc right pre- vall. With pipace on earth, good-will tn tncii." The niessagi- of pence nnd good will scents far more close to reali- ty this Christmas than has been the franc for many n day. The {PCT tinsel IDCBTIIU have given the i worlil a new birth of hope. We la:- gln to see the voluntary expression bctwccn the statesmen of the ivorld and ‘between the nations t. cy rcprc-scnt of mutual goodwill We think cvcry Christlnii has a right to rejoice as hc sees the pro- phecy oi’ thc Christian anthem iii- crensingly realized. For it is as surc us life itself that such hap- -pcniiigs [or the peace of humanity rotit in thc spilrt of life brought into the world by Jesus. {MM "Christmas Chime-s This is thc month, nnd this the -happy morn, Wllorvlti the Sou 0i’ tiieaveifsret- crnai King, ' Ofwvytltled maid and virgin moth- cr born, Our great roilemptlon fron afar did bring: V . Fm so the hn-ly sages once lilti sing. I [That He our (loudly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual pcacc. How silently, how silently. The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts tc- human hearts The blessings oi’ His heaven. Nt- Irar may hear Ills coming, llut in this world oi’ sin. ,Whor_t= _cclc souls will receive Him still_ Thcdonl- Christ entcis in. I shall not tarry over scrolls That chart thc planets ct‘ thc night; Ncr follow paths of (llNiiOSli tgonls. Thc ordered orbs of Heavens light; ' Nor shirll l. halt with sense nnd mind " Al palace, porch or mcrchant's mart; -My caiavan shalt press to find A Savious for my hungiy hteart. Far in ihn purple heavens a star hang-s tivcr ilio sluiniicrliig town; and fur above A strange, sweet singing through thc quiet night - iicraltls tizyhlrth of lilVP- ’tl oiirtli, aflntno with iintt- and twrnth and siiiic. Yearning beyond the tiurkucss and tho fears. Thc crushing discord of our brok- Pll iiitl, 'l‘h\t~ ‘tumult and thc tours. 'l‘uko hcali in thcsc hiizli portunis. ‘for thc nltzht 0i love triumphant wakes divinc iri them- 'l‘hc angel chorus diroaltlng down the night, < Andltllp staij oi’ Bethlehem. in tho (Jhristma-s time of long ago. 'i‘licro was one event we used to know ‘ That was better titan any other: it Wasn't tho toys that we hoped to ilct But the taliks we hath-and I hcar them yet- U! the gift we'd buy for Mother. if ever love fashioned a Christmas gift, Or saved its money and practised thrift. Twas done in those days. my brother- Those golden times of Long (lone By. Of our happiest ytsars, when you and I, Talked over the gifts for Moth- PT. it had to he all that our pursfl could give. Something she'd treasure WlillB she could liitz, And batter than any other. We gave it the best of our love and thought. And. oh, the 10y when at ‘lent we'd bought _ That marvellous gift fur Mother! ha” or u‘: Civil War in ' IS THERE A SANTA GLAUS Thc following appeared years ago in the New York Sun: “I am eight years eld. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claur. Papa says. ‘If you see it in The Sun, it's so.‘ Please tell me the truth", is there a Santa Claus?" "Virginia 0‘llanlon.“ 115 West Ninety-fifth Street, New York. Virginia,‘ your little friends arc wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sccptic age. They do not believe except they see. Thev think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their ll tle minds. All minds, Virginia, whet r they be men's or chlldreifs are little. In this grcnt universe of ours man is c. mcrc insect, an ant, in his iiitcl- lcct. as compared with the boundless world about him, as tneasured by thc intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia. thcrc is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist. and you know that they abound rind give to your life its highest beatity and joy. Alasl how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then. no enjoyment except in sense and sight. Thc eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! might as well not. bélicvc in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not sec Santa Claus coming down what would that prove? Nobody secs Santa Claus, but that is no sign that thcrc is no Santa Claus. Thc most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can scc. Did you cver see fairies danc- ing on the lawn? Of course not. but that's no proof that they are not thcrc. Nobody can conceive or im- agine all thc wonders that are uti- secn or tiuseenble in the world. You may tear apart the baby's rattle and sec what makes the noise inside. but thcrc is a vcll covering the unsccu world v/hich not the strongest men that. cver livcd,cotiltl tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poet- ry, love, romance. can push aside that curtain and view and picture the superual beauty and glory bc- yond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world thcrc is nothing clsc real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives. and hc lives forever. A thou- sand years from now, Virginia, nay ten times ten thousand years from now. hc will continue to make glad thc heart of childhood. -—Editor. -—iO-}— <-- ~- ouianrn PEACE _ “On earth peace among men in whom He is well pleased." (R. VJ Every Christians has brought to »- cartl-r-the-liope- of universal-posed Only recently have the nations bc- gun to realize that the prophecy ol Isaiah 2:4 is a possibility. Stilli any say that v/ar is inevitable, be use of human nature; but Chris-Hang know that peace is inevitable on all the earth because of Jesus Christ and His Kingdom. ‘ Locarno will be an honored name in future history. In mid-October. 1925. thc League of Nations justified thc hopes of Europe. and the Treaty of Versailles was amended to ac- Wlllllhsh thc greatest triumph of peace among nations that the world has cver witnessed. Thc Covenant of thc League has been realized be. yond thc hopcs of America. The ul- timatum oi‘ the League of Nations on October 26, i925. was a lostcngc, nnd thc Lcnguc functioned as ncvct before. - - Thc mission of Christ to earth was peace among men. personally. Thc complex lifc of us humans has been put out 0t" harmony by sin; and mt; Prince of Peace alone can harmon- ize our soul with itself and with God.__wlicii His Spirit copies into our lite. He brings order and light and loveliness. Fellowship with Him KWPS this peace cvcr regnant in our heart. Christ is our -"Prlncc of Pcacc."—Rev. A. W. Lewis. Christmas “'l‘hci'c was n mun callcd St. Nich. (tins Who had lived all thcse yours lo tickle us \\'|tli fine (Jiiristmns toys For t-tooll girls and hoys And cnndy enough to swcct-picklt- us." It t‘: is “Lo, now is come our _loyfiii‘st f-cnst; lict cvcry mun be jolly Each room with ivy lcavcs is iii-cs- scd And every post with holly." a - n "Now to‘iilc Lotti sing praises, And you within this place; And with truc love nnd biotin-i" heod iiucii ntlit-i" now embrace." l‘ -.= o "With a hey! and a hi! and u hey- ho-ho! Thc wind, thc WilliPY and the ilrilt- lug snow: With n hey! and a hi! nnd a lio-oh! Thc Christmas holly and the mistle- toe!" - a ~ o "Childhood is waiting all ivciiilerctl and breathless; Youth is on tlptoes with ilrcnnis in its eyes; Manhood is wistful with illlpt! that is ilcatliless Ago from its illKle smiles, ten- derly wise." n . n ".\iy love to all tlirst- that I love. My love to all those that love mc. My ‘love to all thosc that love those that .l love And to those that love those that love me." You" TE" S T / “fairing man can acccpt. _~<'—$ ,,,,.. (Continued from page 5.) But thc 'I‘rciiskcs xvcrc cariy bed- gocrs. and soon thc children began to troop off by seniority; juniors first. with one glance at thc old figure in the chair by thc great firc- placc. . “And what are you going to d0. father?“ Harry. the eldest boy. ask- ed, the last to go. The farmer had been considering deeply; thcrc were furrows on his forehead. "1 lliI-VO just told your mother." hc answered. “trial l lutcnti to spciid thc night. licrc bcftirc thc ilrc with our visitor. . Presently. Vanni-i" ‘Frcliskc. waw left alone with thc whitc-liairtvd old man. Hc made up thc great fire with logs and sat iiiuisclf down to rum- inatc on the extraordinary events of tilzlc day and the quaint figure by his s e. Treliske had had a trying day, but thc Christmas dinncr and thc winc —unusunl for him. for he was tcni- pcratc~liad been very’ satisfactory‘. The flickering light of thc ilre showed him tiie silent old man with thc open lcttcr still on his kncc. It was summer time. and the farm- er was showing a visitor with much pride, the stock on his land. His companion was thc old~ gen- tleman who had arrived unbid cn to their Christmas festivities. But all that was forgotten now. and they were the best of friends. No bad judge of cattle was the old gentleman; he seemed to know the points of a good beast thoroughly; he was a man who had evidently spent his life in such surroundings. The farmer was delighted to hear the praise of his selection of such stock: he scented perfectly con- tented and happy. The bright sun- light was bathing the green mend- nws in gold and making the butter- cups. in which the cattle stood to thc knees. a brighter yellow. John Treliske fclt the undefined sensation of a man bending ovcr him. But when he sat up in his chair and looked at thc fire. which had much died down, he knew it was an illusion. He was still warm with the heat of the fire. l-Ie looked round for his cattle and then he knew he had been dream- ing. instinctively. his eyes wander- ed to the old tapestry chair by the great fireplace. it. was empty! CHAPTER. ll. "Yes. wife," remarked the farmer, "this has been the best year I ever had. hut"—he placed a restraining finger on his liprr-“not a word to anybody, or it will get round to the agent and I shall have my rent put up." This was the point upon which he and all other farmers arc most touchy. . " is Michaelmas I shall put by its tiriginator. of its birth bbfore it spread over and tispecially into lilnglantl, where it 'l'hei'c was a definite idea and carol as first. instituted. all the services of the Chur t. people. did the vernacular" always, lospel in very simple terms, could scarcely fail of having a very helpful religion Those who listened to them and helped t0 sing them religion of smnething every-day and friendly t the common lifc of the (zommon 1icoplc. For instance, it has meant so nicthing y for so many years at thc Christmztstimc thc as that very early and stircly most charming; of thc that lmgiiis: — ' _\Z/.4\ii . cirivmforrr-trowiv ‘otiiiiinilffit 1. masts-rascal’ The Christmas Carol iii‘) (JIIRISTUVIAS CAROL, we are told, and Si. Francis of Assasi, that strange blending and asceticism, of prophetic It had quite a few years of development into othei-"parts of thc continent, bccatiintr quite a national institution. Christmas as at a low ebb and language that. the written in not understand, fervor In a day when religion w ch were (zondtictcd in a these bright yet homely songs, the great fflfits that embodied sonic of 1e people and made a. strong appeal to ti s effect and influence. got a new idea of hat had t0 d0 with purpose back to the tioti '.".>t you. iucrry gcntlutiicii. Lct nothing you tiisill‘l_\'. l\'L‘lllt'illi)L'l', Liiri<t our fiiviuur \\':i.< horn on t'liri~iiii:t~ tiny. This and many others written in a similar siniplc and honicl_y kind of religion, religion that thc whole (T kind ct‘ religion and of religious i‘ of in this our day. thing ii’ at the Christmas time at least. we for and (liiIit-ltieis and perplexitics and elaborated phil ' ous faith and thought cf it in the ter 111s of the simp carols talk about, the angels’ song and thc manger 0f thc little Child. After all, thc reli Zion that you and l need ought some times; to be thc homely, (‘.\’(»"i‘:y'-(iil._\f and fricntllv“; kind 0f thing that little children can undcrsttind and the way And perhaps stich a. l'€;*ll_’_’fi()ll, when all is said, (zonies as near to thc heart of things as any other. _ Certainly I Qa’ . ...2 ha‘. THE SILENT GUEST a good bit." lit.- coutiuuetl. 'i'ilt'll’. rcaliniiig that lic ivns again oil dau- gcroiis ground. lapsed into sllciicc and looked out of the window. It ivns a beautiful September cv- cniug. and thc farmcfs cycs wcrc naturally on his flue cattle in thc distant meadows‘. lllrs. ‘Trclirskr. sitting sewing by thc window, raised her eyes and looked at him. “John," shc began thoughtfully. "do you think thc visit of that mys- terious old _.grnllrman inst Christ- mas has got. anything to do with our pmslicriijz?“ -~ Joliii 'I‘i'cli.-=itc his chair. "I've flilPll liuutgiil llicsraiitc Liiiuv, myself." he said, "and wondcrcti why that. Christmas night. whcn I fell zisiccp by his side, l wasdrcam- lug of ilnc cattle and prosperity all thc time. and nothing else." Thc farmcrts wife laid down hcr work. “Its vcry wundcrful, John.“ sh“. said. "and we ought. to be very thankful. I wonder wlicthci" thc olri gentleman will comc again ncxl Christmas?" llli‘lli.‘(i Siliii‘|ti_V ill CHAPTER III. Next Christmas Day (zanic. and every person in thc farmer's house- hold wcre up cariy to bc the first to sec the silent visitor if he came again. “Now, cvcryonc. remember." Mr. Treliskc had said with uplifted fin- ger. on the previous evening, “if thc old gentleman should come again. thc greatest respect. please. from everybody.“ The fact of his sudden and uu- expected prosperity liad made a great impression upon the farmer's mind. He could not help coupling it with the visit of the unbiddcn guest. The Treliskes and their circle wrrc not disappointed; thc first down on that second Christmas morning which they had spent in the old Hall. found the white-headed old gentleman in precisely the same position and place which he had n:- eunled the previous year. Therc was no alteration. He war. silent, immovable; and in his right hand held the faded letter. For five Christmases more that silent figure occupied the old tapes- try chair before the fire. always disappearing at night and not rc- turning for a year. He became to the children their embodiment of Father Christmas. and was much beloved by them; but he never s c. Meanwhile. the Treliskes‘ prosper- ity grey: year by year: he had taken more land. and was one of thc big- gest farmers in that part. "Not for anything would I have our silent Christmas guest interfer- ed with," announced the farmer af- ter the second visit. “No getting up and spying about early on Christ- mas morning. boys. the old gentle- but. aftc r man must C0lll(‘ and g0 as he iikrtx without hindrance.“ Only oncc ivas this ordci" disobey- cd iii thtxsliglitcst (icgreo. and that was on thc last visit of thc old gen- tlcmnn. On that occasion through some lll£l(i\‘(‘l'lK‘ll<.'C, no turkcy'was offered him during the Christmas dinner. Harry. the cldcst boy. moved by a sudden iuipulsc, took his platc to thc old visitor. "Hnvc half my turkey. sir,“ lic raid. ' But thc old man neither nor spoke. But ivhcn thc iicxt Cilflfiilililli Iiitllii‘. that ivhicli should have been ihc guest srvcuth visit, Farmer ’l‘rclislzi‘ t. inc down to tlu‘ bit: hall first of all the fnnulv 'l‘lirrc stood thc rzrcal. Irarvcd iirc- lilzicc; iilt‘l‘l' stood tiu‘ old iiipostrv chair. put ready for thc visitor; but it was t‘lll|ii_\'. Oil thc srnl was a largo cnvrvlopr ndrircssacri to thc lmmcr. With a wiiuc fat-c, 'I‘rcliskc as- ccndctl to his wife. "He's not thcrc. Joan," lic an- nounced, nnd his voicc shook. "'I'hc chair is r-mpty, but on thc sent. was this lcttcr." Thc farmer's wiic took thc lrttci‘ from his trembling hands. “Shall I read it to you, John?“ shc asked. "You net-m upset." She carefully opened the envelope and could sec at. once when shc took the letter out. that it was frotn n solicitor. It was a big, bulky typed document signed by n legal hand; it explained thc mystery of their Christmas vis- itor. “I regret to inform you," it bcgan. “that Mr. Roland Trcsliam. many years ago owner of the Manor of which your farm forms a part. dicd on thc 15th October inst. Bcforchis death hc made a communication to mc concerning his somewhat un- usual Christmas visits to you. and requested mc to explain them. Ml‘. ’l‘rcsl'iam had a daughter, an only child. of whom he was passionately" fond. and the two lived together vcry happily in thc old Hall during thc Squire's wddowhnod. “Buc when the young lady was ninctccn. she was induced by a vil- lain. nttrnctcd by her position. to clepc with him. Mr. Trcsham re- ceived thc news of her clopemcnt and ilcr death, in the same letter one Christmas morning. She had died from shock on discovering she had eloped with a married man. This blow so stunned the Squire that for months his life was despair-ed of. “Then came the fire. and part of thc old Hall was destroyed. This decided Mr. Tresham to sell thc es- tate. He left his old home and for moved \\ years wandered about the continent.- s Qttlttifit has its biiitllpltlfiil ill ital)’. of mirthfuliiess 11nd childish simplicity, was in the land OSODlIltlS 0f our rclig5~ ler things that the old cradle and the smile ‘t lug you that he 'xvour son. Harry. his sole heir. and of the to thc liluglish llOODIC that y were singing such songs lilnglish carols" strain, suggest VQYX all that is the ~klllti oi hrlstmzis story suggcsts, and pcrhallS 1i l5 m“ ccl ing that we do not have quitc enciugli he llovo it vxould be a vcry wholesome A,- got all about the problems ‘.- 0 Little Prince ~ 0f Peace By Emma Mauritz Larson t; mm, filal-llkt- ludncc of Pcucc. From lands hoth cast. and ivvfil. pm", otter north and tarthtwt south Mo" t-nll to tilt-c for rest“ No other hope for this “'llitl'tltil'lil To know full pcacc but ill thy birth! Without thy pmv-‘r, flhilti ‘but Kim! ’I'iii- warring spirits lhrivc. iliul wilt-rt‘ llllfil should as brothers Ilwvil Swords giiilvi‘ as ihvy strivc. Hut glint ot‘ sword tiims nozir and far illll-Jilfill" l|_v simplc iictlilciv-ni‘! star. i). liltic stairlikc l'rinct- of Pcacc. lit-itch oul thy infant. arms, |\'""ll -‘~'1li'l‘i.\’. hilkllllll)‘ all thc (‘ztr-h From .‘~'ililil"l‘llll.i war alarms —— y.\'u oliinr littpv for iiit-ll lmt this, Flint they may know thy Christmas peace! But one Christmas-thc first you spent, m thc i10llSC~ilC had a sud- den yearning to sec his old home again. "Hc ‘fllTlVCd late at night and crept into the gardens an. coining to a well-known window. gazed once more upon the great fireplace, Your family had retired. but a'flre still flickered in the grate. Finding thc door unlatchcd. Mr. Trcsham en- iercfl Rlld- Seeing his old tapestry chmr still in its corner. drew it to the fire and sat in it. He seemed t0 have a morbid desire to reconstruct his great trouble on thc spot. "with the letter in his hand. which had conveyed the news. he fell asleep. _"B_eillll awakened by thc family stirring in the morning. he dctcr. mined to remain where he was. if he were permitted. nnd to keep silent-e. Nobody interfered with him: he was shown izrcat kindness. l-le took a strong liking to your family. "M "brill. as you know. he dis- appeared when you fell asleep by the fire. "The incident seems to have af- fected him very deeply; he brooded on it much during the year, and db termined to ‘try his luck again.‘ as he out it. "The rest you know. He came nvcrv Christmas. and you and your family appear to have grown in his affection. Hc had no relatives, and decided that he could do no better than adopt you. lie had studied you deeply in his silent visits. "I have much pleasure in inform- has constituted in doing so, wishes to thank him for offering to share his turkey with him last Christmas." (Continued from page 6.) As we gathered up our thlngsthc telephone rang and we WBrB 1111191 as Mr. Kimborough seized it and listened. with short comments, for some time, Then he turned to us. and raised hlin hand. “Gcntlemcn," he announced. “they go’. him!" - _ "Atquc valc sanitaas horridem" said Mr. Slillphflll. "which is, being inter- preted. ‘cloud-bye to thc purc to whom all things are punk.‘ Ipsc dixlt. as the sayin‘ is, “I have spokcirl" l-‘ciix drcw from his pocketbook thc rt-ccipt in full. kissed it, and stowed it away again. all thc ivhilc dancing, cver so littic. Bcfurc wc left, at Mr. Slmpsonfls instant-c. we visited thc cow barn. Thcic, profoundly asleep ncnr th" » irmpty mash tub. lay thc great Willii‘ cow. Mr. Simpson insisted on cmp- tylng thc rctnaining jar of moon- shinc into thc tub. "She will nccd it in tlic morning," lie said, and ill? kissed illS hand. Mr. Kimborough. gave into Fcli ‘s keeping a largish bundle of bills. "For thc captain of the Gulnarc. Tcll him we bought this much and saved him a lot more.” We stowed ourselves with (lifllcuity into the Rolls. whose itiassivc and sagicss springs bore up blithely un- der thc burden; we said farewell to Felix. who was speechless. and wc started. winding back across tlic blucbcrrjy‘ barren. _ One more improbable hnppcnnw, finislicd this matchlcss day. We wcrc naiislziting n tuttcd satrctcli of grass road loading to Felix’ gate. On our c‘ ~liowvd an unbrok- ", wccpint: our paint. and on our lcft n fivc-frlot ditch yawncd. with zi glint of watcr in thc bottom. We rounded a turn. prc< cariously‘. and thcrc. in tlic lIllfidli‘ of thc road. full in our light and facing us. stood thc young bull. Each hair was niccly‘ visible. We werc. profoundly startled. He was not. He opened his mouth slightly-I rc- mcinbcr especially thc box-likc squarcncss of thc opcnint.',—and bc- gan on that soft. hair-raising notc with which he had addressed MI‘. Simpson just before thc cataclysm. At thc same time his hcnd ivas al- incst imperceptibly lowcrcd. Iforc- saw a mashed lamp and thc loss ol ' a very beautiful radiator. ’I‘hcrc was only one thing to be dour. For- tunately hc was on thc ditch std" of the road. I dropped into firs’. Mr. Royces honcd gears ran up thc scale in that smooth. suggcstivwy whine. we brushcd thc aldrrs. lurch- cd a little, slid thc cdgc of thc mud- guard along the bull's ribs nnd push- ed, quite gently. l-Ic Sli0lllPd in amazement and in one half second was in thc ditch. upside down. ’I‘hrn we lcft those parts with what rpcczl we could, considering Mr. Anderson imbcddcd in thc reeling groceries ill thc rear. _ And that is properly the end oi this very minor atlvcnturc. Wc returned to Charlottetown through thc most profound rlcptlr; of that tiight. not by thc way wc had. comr- bnt by circuitou: id Ionic‘- illll(‘S imperceptible bye-loads. Oil"? we almost touched Souris. and out headlights stiddenly looked ovrr tir- cxtrcmc edge 01' the East. End. tn- ward the mountains at‘ the Cape Breton coast. fifty miles. away. We slid through Cardigan. iJlll'l(‘d in sleep. and movctl confidently up the - main road from Montague. and 1-41 at last in under thc clms and on I’) thc smooth pavements again. Evcii hcrc wc fioutcd ziionr: strictly resi- dcntial avcntics of sclcctcd quietness. until we hcadcd for thc water and rolled into the courtyard that was bounded by Mr. KIIIIDOPOIIQPfNIIOIW“ and his cxtrcmcly l)l‘l\‘;‘tl.(‘ garage. Then thc tall rcd gates closcd soft- ly. and thc adrciititrc ivzis; finished. No pirate ship E‘\'t'l' brought in .t linci" cargo. ' Wc found cold ltibsifll‘ and coltl goose and celery. and thcsc wc piit-d on plates and bore into thc room whcrc the Steinway lived. Also we took tiart of thc casc ni' chumpagu“ that Henry Simpson had opened in thc boat. Thrrc. after we had catch. Mr. Kimburougli played once more. thc A-tlnt hinjoi" Polonaise. tor thc snkc of thc days gonc tiasl. and thc mighty periods brought (loan thc family, onc by our, ill thc most varied and surprising clothes. Thcv listened t0 ,thc story of thc whole nights doings, tnostly from Mr. Simpson and Mr. Kimborougli. lill- til they wcrc ovcrcomc with laugh- ter, and the dawn sifted in and dulled down thc lights overhead. That day Mr. Anderson and Mr. Simpson left us. sadly. 'I‘hc_v hurl conic with very littlc baggage. but now they had a ucw and inexpen- sive trunk bctwccn tlicni. 'I‘hc_'.' cur- ried it themselves. and thc inst we saw of them they wcrc sitting on ll on thc deck of thc Hoclielaga. that once had bccn a grand dukes yacht. Of such is romance. Mr. McGoospick we saw for a brief instant. at a considerablc distance. on thc street. It is doubtful if lie saw usat all. The Gulnnrc. wc lcnrncd, an all- wise Providence had ticrmittcd to float. and she had procccdctl on her tray. She carried our blessings. CHRISTMAS FAIRY CAKES, .\lix thrcc nnhcatcn i-ggs and ono pound of sugar. Stir, tdo not “"8!!! uric-half hour or until very light, Add flour enough to mnkc a stiff mlxiuiv. Season with out»- inurth lcaspoou ct nimoiiil. Drop from a spoon upon buttered cake tins. Let stand in tho tins ovcr uirzht in a cool place. in thc morn- ing bake in a medium Raven nnd lilo sugar will conic out and look to bc thc work o!‘ thc fairies. llt~~ mnvo from tht- ruins while hot. \ w». ..,,_'~...a. . s .1 t