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solid 14k nks will al Christ» tantialiy forced in "HMappens." )etober Os.. 1907 nade; they t Of 1‘ She never lifted her eyes from the little garment that she was sewing. An unclothed doll lay on the chair beside her, awaiting the clothing which she was so busily making. Presently her mothâ€" er came across the grass, and laid her hand upon the child‘s head. _ ___ _ (By Lady Somerset.) A child sat bending over her work. Her curly hair fell over her eyes. The sunlight was playing on the flowerâ€"beds, and white butterflies fluttered among the blossoms over the green lawn where she sat, and yellowâ€"thighed bees boomed among the trees. "I am dressing the doll. 1 am so anxious to get it done. It seems more like being a real mother, doesn‘t it, to have made its clothes?" and she looked ;p with grave eyes into the woman‘s ace, "What u'a”you doing, Nelly asked. b more But trod then trod upon it and then she had not The child put | looked into her n ing!" she said. Then she got up hands behind her youd the flowert garden, as thou away to some d never noticed bef "Children witho toys* _ That does Suppose"â€"and |th upâ€""that instead I gave it at Chris tle child who had ther that would 1 send this dolly, n little child, moth up for a moment its face, stroken it euddled it up in take it myself, ar child on the door "I don‘t know yoursel{." said | is a long way off and make it bear its face, stroken its flaxen hair, and then euddled it up in her arms. "May 1 take it myself, and give it myself to the child on the doorstep?" "I don‘t know how you can give it yoursel{." said her mother, "London is a long way off; but you can dress it and make it beautiful, and we will find somebody who will take it to a ehild who has no toys." The summer sun had gone, the flowâ€" | ers were nearly all asleep, and the butâ€" terfliecs were hiding away, trying to keep warm through the cold winter, so that they might flutter out again in the first spring sunshin>, But many of them had : down all There was and the of the rustle floated do ebiid had There was no child in the garden now, t and the only sound that was heard was the rustle of the dead leaves as they | floated down on to the grass. _ The | ehiid had gone to London. She hnd‘ been very. very ill, and the doctor came and looked grave, and said that her mother mustâ€"take her away â€"to see | some clever man in the city; and so | Instead of looking out over the wide | :r&en and the grass and the flowerâ€" | ds, Nelly was sitting in a little stuffy l room in a Lemdon hotel. The doctors came every day and put their ears to her chest, and wofighed her in great scales to see whether she was getting | fatter, and her mother looked very | g:ve. and wou!d often turn away and ’ k out of the window when the doeâ€" tora â€" undressed her. as though she | wanted to hide her face. T | But when December came Nelly br-i gan to grow stronger. and she was alâ€"| n to grow stronger, and she was alâ€"| g:wod sometimes to go out for a walk in Kensington gardens. She was taken there in a closed cab, so she did not see anything of the streets of Londou.‘ and the walk seemed very dull to her, because she could not run about and dig in her flower garden as she did at home. _ Byâ€"andâ€"bye it was Christmas So the next day they set out in a Courâ€"wheeled cab, and drove . & lz:s way till they came to..a great b atreet: then her mothes sent away the cab, and they walked a little bit and turned â€" down a very narrow _ ome. ‘There were a great many children playing in the street, and they made a great deal of noise. _On one of the ateps sat a little girl. Her '-m was resting on her hand, and she looked " d M on as n C n o us Pm (m s ts is ti her hand, and she looked ‘ En de dey hearts is singing‘ :.:”:'i'i"e“mmm-w Is "Chris‘mus by en by!" j as though she were Iooklngb » some distant thing she had | oticed before. ‘ ren without dollies and without That does seem a terrible thing! "â€"and then her whole face lit it instead of keeping this dolly | t at Christmas time to some litâ€" | _ who had none?* I wonder wheâ€" | t would not be better. May I s dolly, may I take it to some | ild, mother?" And she held it | i moment, looking lovingly into | stroken its flaxen hair. and then | died in the rain which poured through the autumn days. 409 she | "Twentyâ€"five dollars I‘ve paid you on | that machine, and now you‘ll not give nmre time. I only ask time. I‘m an honâ€" ,ut woman. _ I‘ll pay you: Man, do you ‘know it‘s all there is between us and 'starutlun? Let. me have the thing back. _ It‘s but ten dollars I owe you." ! "You‘ve owed that two months," reâ€" plied the man. "Come, let go, missus. [1 don‘t want to hurt you. I‘ve got to | obey ordersâ€"money or the machine." | â€" But the woman did not relinquish her | hold. _ Still clutching the machine she | turned her agonizing eyes upon the byâ€" | standers. | _â€"‘Twentyâ€"five dollars," she repeated, | "and the machine but thirtyâ€"five, and he ti.«x taking it. 1 never failed until Jim | broke his leg, and his work stopped, and his wages with it, and I‘d doctor bills l and all." , "No, that she didn‘t," cried a voice 'lrom the crowd. "Im knowing to her | honesty." 'it.” And she let go her hold and cov | ered her eyes with her hands.. But in the place of her rough, red finâ€" gers, others, dainty and small and well | gloved, came down. upon the cover of | the machine, and Miss M. said, "Will | you let this woman keep her machine ’ if I pay you ten dollars?" "No, I ‘aven‘s and that‘s a fac‘," said the child, looking up. _ "I was giv‘ one when I went ‘to the treat at Southend, but I giv‘ it to my young Polly when she went to the ‘orspital, I did." By this time a crowd of eager chaldâ€" ren had gathered round the doorstep, and Nelly was getting very shy. That night as she sat by her mother and listened to the Christmas bells, with the toys that had been sent to her ranged round,ber, and the little twinkling candles of the tiny Christâ€" mas tree burning oue one by one, she laid her hbead upon her imother‘s lap and said:" ‘I don‘t know but what, after all, it has been the nicest Christâ€" mas. _ Do you remember, mother," she continued, "that she said God sent the doll to her?t I think I like to do God‘s errands." the did not interest her much. The chfl&:'m ainging in the street someâ€" thing aboutâ€"â€" "she has got no doll, I am sure," said Nelly, in a loud whisper to her moâ€" ther. "Ask her," said the woman. "Have you got a doll, little girl*" stid Nelly, standing in front of her, and speaking shyly. $Ky d y e ue Ainadame» Ssn wilt â€" O vhzs ies » 9 d "Would you like a doll?" se said, and then hastily pulled out ‘her parcel, thrust it into the child‘s lap, and turned to go away. : * "Oh, moi," said the child, as she openâ€" ed the g;ml. "Gawd ‘n ‘eaven ‘as sent Father Christmas, an‘ no mistake." * There comes to our table just in time for our Christmas issue the following, which we are glad to put before our But the little girl played no heed to the ‘But Nelly was some way down the street, and the pink color was bright in her cheeks. crowd in the middle of which was a seWâ€" ing machine. Scarcély ever before had she been in close cortact with actual misery. Poor, to her, simp‘y meant not rich. But as she was about to seek a passage through the crowd, words fell upon her ears that arrested her attention. "And he‘d better be offâ€"with his cart," cried a man who had stalked out of the entry of the house near which the crowd had gathered, rolling up his sleeves. "Look here, good people," exclaimed the man who held the machine, "I don‘t want to do this. I obey orders or lose my place and my bread and butter. She had better go to the boss and talk to himâ€"not to me." "I‘ve been," said the woman. " He‘s made of stone. 1 told him he‘s starve us. There, what is the use. They‘ve more than the worth of the thing now, (God knows, but they‘ve the power. Take "Them‘s the boss‘s orders, Miss," reâ€" plied the man, "and I‘d be glad to do it, too." 5 p 3 §# Then, while the crowd gathered close, and the woman who had told her piteâ€" ous tale sobbed with joy, Miss M. drew the sum named from her purse, received a receipt which she gave the poor woâ€" man ,and experienced the delight which the performance of an utterly unselfish act brings wiht it. As she took her way home she had no regrets for the lost trimming, and at the Christmas party which she attendâ€" ed she was made particuiarly happy by the kind attentions of the young genâ€" tleman whose good opinion she was anâ€" xious to obtain. "I don‘t mind anything, now, Miss," sobbed the woman. "The machine is my own, and I don‘t mind how hard I work. The only great tug is the landâ€" lordâ€"four dollars a month for rent." Miss M. handed the woman twelve dolâ€" lars to pay three months rent, at the end of which time the woman thought that her husband would be able to kork. ‘The Christmas Schemers. (Atlanta Constitution.) De chillun gittin‘ all so good Cey mammy stop en say; "I sorter ‘fraid de angels Gwine take ‘um all away. Dey des so still aroun‘ de houseâ€" So sweet dar at dey play!" But w‘en she study ‘bout it She knows de reason why! De sorter see de Chris‘mus lights Twinklin‘ in de sky, 0 Hap en cs want a nice you t a nice young man, is with bread abd fai. Eightâ€"yearâ€"old Dorothy curled herself up in the broad window seat where the afternoon sun sent his lingering rays through the curtgined window right over her shoulder and lit up the smiling face of an Indian maid on the printed p%ge before her, Slowly Dorothy turned e Jeaves of the large volume. One page showed tle picture of an Eskimo village another the dusky countenance _ of a small Arab playing on the sand before a tent pitched in the open wilderness. A lady entered the room, and Dor othy lookéd up with a sigh qf happiness. "Oh, mamma," she exclaimed, "it .is all so beautiful, I never get tired of looking at my wonderful book. . How did you ever happen to know just what Dorothy gently closed the precious volume and jumped up to fling her arms around the loved mother in an ecstatic embrace. "It is because I love you, my darlâ€" ing," responded Mrs. Stanley, tenderly caressing the soft brown curls. a® Pmd e ies o esd "Suppose, Dorothy, we sit down here together on this cosy _ seat and talk about it. You know dear. that on Christâ€" mas Day all Christian people and naâ€" tions the world over celabrate the birth of the Saviour of mankind. You know that people show their love and interest in other people by sending gifts, as the wise men showed their adoration before the Infant Christ by laying offerings at His feet. You, my daughter, know what pleasure it is to give presents to your little cousins and your girl friends and to papa and myself." P r .104 se o) s ser I would like better than anything else in the world." ; "Yes, indeed, manima. It is just two weeks from toâ€"day. I have been thinkâ€" ing that you could not possibly give me anything this Christmas that can compare with my lovely bool}.” i _"Do you know, little daughter, that Christmas will soon be here again?" . "Yes, mamma,." cried _ Dorothy, "I have my list made out now. _ There are twelve people I want to remember this Christmas and I have five dollars and forty cents in my bank. Won‘t it be fun to go shopping!" _ "Yes, dear, but have you ever thought that there may be some little boys and girls who will get no gifts at Christmas "Yes, dear, should we not think also of them as well as of those we love? Think, little daughter, the Lord Christ left His beautiful home in heaven, and came to earth and lived a life of hardâ€" ship and poverty, doing good, because God wanted to show us how much he loved us. He has done much for us. The Lord Christ loved and suffered on earth, and at last gave His life that we might be better. Ought we not to do someâ€" thing to celebrate _ Christ‘s birthday, something to show how much we love Him in return for His great sacrifice & SUNIMATESNE ATENIT EETTYC! "Then what do you think we should do, dear? Remember that the gift God sent to the world on the first Christmas Day was His only Son, and it was . beâ€" cause He loved us so. It was a tremendâ€" ous sacrifice, and we are so unworthy, and we do so little to show our love. We are so selfish." Mrs. Stansey eoncluded with a deep, regretful sigh, having about forgotten the curly head beside her. time. Their fathers and mothers are too poor to buy any, and often there are children who do not even have enough to eat or enough clothing to keep them â€""Oh, mamma," sighed Dorothy, sym pathetically. for us?" "Yes, mamma, " replied Dorothy, in a subdued little voice. ' 210. w c o43 "But, mamma, how can we do anyâ€" thing for Godâ€"he is so great and so far away?*" "Have you forgotten the lesson we read this morning, dear, ‘If ye do it unâ€" to the least of these, ye do it unto me." "Oh, mamma, mamma, I see now, but how can I do it? Oh, mamma, how can I ever do it?" gnd Dorothy burst into convulsive weeping.. s Mrs. Stanley held her little daughter in a close embrace, not attempting to comfort by words until the paroxysm of grief had somewhat passed. She knew that her darling, the only little one God had sent to their home, must learn her | A b lesson of sacrifice for love‘s sake. leas After a time Dorothy‘s sobs became | B rntler, and she explained to her mother, and I understand now, mamma; I will have | ter to give my book"â€"the words almost | lect choked herâ€""my book to Nellie Sims. | tabl She is thirteen, and che never owned a | D book in all her life." Se Dorothy possessed a number of books | W udml of toys, for she was an only| T aad â€"loved child. Mrs. Stanley was| H a wise woman. She did not .u:-‘p to _ T Crustrate the truth her talk imâ€" bet Chas and so | you sson we Curks lo it unâ€" these ito me,‘ * | room now, but | room how can | of th 4 2# CE ez pressed upon her little daughter by sugâ€" gesting that some of her toys be given, or even another book that was ‘not so dear to the child‘s heart.. No, if she were to learn the lesson of sacrifice, the true spirit of the Christmas time, she must give the thing that would cost her something. e out, and she met with true motherly sympathy and coâ€"operation. Dorothy had spread _ the "Christmas ?.irit” until a number of her friends and P ymates entered into it right heartily. They all knew of one or two poor childâ€" ren that they wished to present the dearest possessions io. Frank Mayberry, after struggling with his conscience for two days, told Dorothy that he was ready to give up his "Sg:edwell sled to poor Bob Hockney. Mabel Somers said she would give _ her beautiful "Lady Betb" to little Hannah White. So the good leaven spread. Mrs. Stanâ€" ley consented to help the little‘ people, and on Christmas Eve the children gathâ€" ered with their little guests from povâ€" ertyâ€"stricken _ homes in the beautiful home of Dorothy. What a delightful evening it was, with games and wellâ€" spread supper table! d o us The "Christmas spirit" sank deep into little Dorothy‘s heart. She did not waâ€" ver in her determination to give _ the loved book. 1 One day she came to her mother with a plan she had worked ECmm OeBE Solieg! Last of all, gifts were distributed. Noâ€" where in the great city was the "Christâ€" mas spirit" more truly manifest than in that mixed company of little folks. The donors gave cheerily, though with a feeling that a big part of their heart was being carried off, while the guests accepted the presents in the spirit in which they were offered, seemin§ to realâ€" ize at least in part the sacrifice that was made for their happiness. English Christmas a Merry Holdâ€"Up. An English Christmas isn‘t a Saengerâ€" fest, Tilbury, it‘s a begginfest. The band plays, but it plays with one hand while the other one is out for coin. The boys and men sing their Christmas hymns, and then take a collection; and the moon may be shining, but you can‘t see it through the fog. Some of the railâ€" way stations are decorated, and you‘ve scarcely had time to remark that you think it‘s a very beautiful custom when an itching palm appears between you and the holly. The postman says, "Merâ€" ry Christmas," and waits for you to be generous, and the lamplighter, and the paper boy, and the man who delivers groceries, and the boy from the cakeâ€" shop. Porters follow you wherever you go, and servants whom you never saw before bob up in numbers. And out in the st:eet, whenever you hear anyope say "Mamma," said Dorothy, as she reâ€" ceived her goodâ€"night kiss, ‘there‘s an awful hole in my heart, but I don‘t seem to mind it a bit, I feel so kind of light and happy." the nearest correct receive the prizes. A booby prize for the one who was the least successful adds to the fun. "Merry Christmas," you mechanically put your hand in your pocket. It isn‘t Christmas, . Tilbury; it‘s an organized holdâ€"up.â€"From "Mr. Ruggles, of New York, Writes Home," in the Bohemian for December. Jolly Game to Play After Christmas Dinner. Something new in the way of an ob servation party, and semething that you will find jolly as part of _ the Christmas evening entertainment. Place these objects tastefully on the diningâ€" room table, each guest on entering the room being turnished with a cutdofu. of the subjects, supposed to be differâ€" ent paintings, made out so that blank spaces will be left to the right for anâ€" swers, From 15 to 25 minutes are alâ€" lowed to guess and write down the answers as fast as they . are discovâ€" Below is given the list of 40 subjsets and also the answers. From the latâ€" ter you will know what objects to colâ€" lect and how to placeo them on the Tadyâ€"Well, what do you want? Trampâ€"Wot have yer got?! Seene in Bermudaâ€"Onions. We Part to Meet Aaginâ€"Scissors, ‘The Reigning Favoriteâ€"Umbrella. Home of Eurnsâ€"Flatiron. ‘The Greatest Bet Ever Madoâ€"Alp Departed Daysâ€"Last year‘s ealendar. . \# : AI IT DEPENDED Tuife. :. _/ .â€" ;. . s d > Spr Offenn?(l' lass of Water. F‘:li:g’.to Riseâ€"Yeast eake. Family Jarsâ€"Two glass jars. _ Corncob without the corn. Cause of t?: Am;riun Revolutionâ€" 1\¢31 on éhe gg‘v’-e&y %yâ€"bDippet. . _ The Little â€" Peacemaker â€" Chopping mn&mt End in Smokeâ€"Cigars. A P for Reflectionâ€"Hand mirror. Dear in Winterâ€"hr‘.‘ Scene in a Baseball Gameâ€"Pitcher. A Drivye Through the Woodâ€"Block of wood with n:lf driven through. A Mute Choirâ€"Quire of Paper. A Trophy of the Chaseâ€"Brush. A Rejected Beauâ€"Old ribbon bow. A Skylightâ€"A star. Our Colored Waiterâ€"Black tnz; Sweet Sixteen â€" Sixteen lumbs of sugar. Consolationâ€" Pipe. % Common Renseâ€"Pennies. The Black Friarâ€"Black fryingpan. Cole‘s Memories of the Grate â€" Cinâ€" The Four Seasonsâ€"Mustard, _ vine gar, salt and per. A Morning grlerâ€".\ Bell. f ing. The Skiplser'a Homeâ€"Cheese. An Absorbing Bubject â€" Blotter or -pong.oould be used. A Dancing Entertainmentâ€"A ball. Bound to Shineâ€"Bottle of shoe black lligg:r. _ Nothing But Leavesâ€"Block of white writing _ paper.â€"Philadelphia _ Public Quick! that‘s the way; it‘s Xmas Day. Behave! be friends, you foes. > Your mothers were twin sisters, they Were lovely, May and Rose. Your dad, Jack, boy, ‘s my brother Roy, And you‘re named "Jack" for me, You‘re almost brothers, guess that‘s why You like to disagree. 1 So all the folks they go to bed, But me an‘ gran‘pa wait, instead An‘ he gets talkin‘ ‘bout the time When he‘s a boy, ist same‘s if I‘m A grea‘ big man like him, or he Ist a little boy like me; An‘ how he‘d watch for Santa Claus, To come down where their fireplace Nen I tell him how some folks say There ain‘t no Santa, anyway! An‘ he stomgn ‘at lame leg o‘ his An‘ says: "You tells them folks there An‘ nen he tell me how he broug! The bestest gift he ever gotâ€" ‘At Santa on one Chris‘mas Day. Give him my gran‘ma, anyway. Been fightin‘, boy? you Jack and Royt You‘ve punched each other‘s face. So, I‘m the judge to hear your grudge, And settle this here case? What, jealous, shame; you‘re both to blame. *Bout sweethearts? that‘s the cause. Here, Roy, come back! Shake hands with Jack; Now, you two kids clasp paws. On Chrisâ€"mas Eve, my gran‘pa he He‘p me set up my Chris‘mas tree; An‘ nen he laugh an‘ shake his head An‘ say i‘t time ‘at I‘m in bed; But I say I‘ll not say goodâ€"nightâ€" I‘m go‘ sit up; pa said I might As long as I want to, buhcause ‘ I‘m go‘ to wait for Santa Claus. To some place where the P ts 1 heg my greu‘pe aigheâ€" Now, listen, boy! "Jack‘s father, Roy, He was to marry Rose. One Christmas day I sat with May; Took courage to propose. May said, ‘she loved my brother, Roy,‘ Also, ‘that Rose loved me.‘ To make it short, boys, we fought, Punched, ‘till we couldn‘t see! Nen gran‘pa he ist laugh again An‘ say he enâ€"vy me! an‘ nen He get a grea‘ big rockin‘ chair An‘ sit down in it over there; An‘ take me on his lap an‘ say It seem ist like ‘twas yesterday When he would wait by candlelight For Santa Claus to come at night. An‘ nen I laugh, but he don‘t speak A grea‘ big tear was on his cheek! Buhcause my gran‘ma‘s gone away. It‘s great delight to see you fight, And then make up and cry. The dinner bell! methinks I smell Roast turkey and mince pie. Look! there‘s twin mothersâ€"on _ the porchâ€" Whose faces beam with joy. Climb upâ€"you, Jackâ€"get "pigâ€"gy back," Ho! there‘s your daddy, "Roy." An‘ next we know we‘ve slept all night! Aw‘ I gotlots o‘ things, because, w knows Santa Claus. â€"wi D. Nesbit, in The Pilgrim for Roy, reckoned that I‘d nip‘d his Rose. I thought he‘d stole my Mayâ€"caught my May. Then May and Rose had words, then blows, Then pullin‘ hairâ€"got gay. Roy was a sight! I showed up bright. Then, what do you suppose? That Christmas day, Roy turned to May, And T snug‘d up to Rose, That change of sweethearts made us glad, The fuss had cleared the air, We plastered up our faces, lad, Our girls fixed their mussed hair. ‘Twas Roseâ€"y May, that Christmas day; And happy Roy, and me, We joked and chaffed, and kissed, and laughed, That‘s how it happened. See? A Line From Homeâ€"Clothesline. > The House the Colonel Lived Inâ€" ZM“X.QEZSâ€"WB,,, switch and Oldâ€"fashioned . Flowers â€"Lady‘s slip is:" nen he tell me how he brought GRAN‘PA‘S CHRISTMAS EVE. (By Jerry J. Cohan.) IL <10â€" ARCHIVEsS TORonto stay ‘There was little in the outward life of Bethichem on that ever memorable night in the long ago to indicate that the event in which all the converging lives of the past met, and which formed a new era in the world‘s history, was about "© take place. Men and women pursued their wonted round heedless of that which would invest their little city with an immortal halo and make it the centre of the world‘s adoration. And in the larger world the coming event anu!l scarcely a ripple in the stagnant pool. Heno{'hightrdmsldlow knew not and cared not that the promise of the cenâ€" turies was to be fulfilled, and that the (l.;:no: was to be born in the city of vid. The event which to heedless men with faced turned earthward seemed unimâ€" portant was one of the things "which the angels desire to look into." The going of the Son of God to tabernacle among men for their redemption stirred the heavenly hosts. That He should lay side His glory and dwell as a man among men was an event pregnant with far reaching issues. It was the, dawning of a new and brighter day for the world. The first born of the sons of li{ht was to bridge the gulf between earth and heaven, and the name by which the children of men in all the coming centuries were to know Him was that sweet name Immanuel, "which being interpreter is God with One sometimes wishes that he could read this marvellous story of the birth of Christ for the first time. Our very familiarity with it has to some extent dimmed its beauty. And yet it would be strangely seared and calloused heart that could read that wonderful story without a thrill. We see the Shekinah glory gleaming forth from the sky in the quiet midnight hour and ‘filling the humble shepherds with an agony of fear. We hear the Evangel spoken by angelic lips, "Fear not; for behold I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unti you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour which is Christ the Lord." And then we hear the burstin gforth of the angelic choir into that gladdest, sweetest song that ever woke the echoes of this gray old world: "Glory to God in the highestw, and on earth peace, good will toward men." The music of that angel song is deathâ€" less. It tells us of God‘s seeking and saving love. It tells us of peace between God and man and between man and his fellows. It gives us a glimpe into the great heart of infinite love. It rebukes our cross and vulgar selfishness. Nothâ€" ing can so speedily burn the ingrained selfishness out of our souls as a vision of the Son of God born in a stable into a life of perpetual selfâ€"renunciation which terminated on the cross. Amid the din and clamor of the world‘s carnage and war and selfâ€"seeking the message has often been but feebly heard. But it has never entirely vanished, and as each new Christmas day comes we hear anew the melody with its soulâ€"stirring appeal callâ€" ing us to a higher, nobler, more Christâ€" like life. And that message which bide hate and selfishness begone is gainix;i in power as the years go on, for we ai coming to sic that it is only as its music sings itseli jnto our lives that the world can be transformed from & great battlefield into the home of men of all ranks and classes united in the bonds of happy brotherhood. In the midst of the Christmas jo{: let our ears be attuned to catch t deeper meaning of the angel song. Jmâ€" manuelâ€"God with us! Christ in our hearts, in ourâ€" homes, in our daily taske â€"â€"our whole life in all its manifold hases shot through with His presence, Eet us not make the fatal blunder of the men of old who crowded the Christ into the stable. Let us give Him His rightful place in our lives. And let us see to it that we do not go back from the joy and gladness and feasting of the Christmastide to the old lives of dru.? and sordid selfishness for He whose adâ€" vent the n.nqell heralded _ with _ glad acclaim came "not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give His life a ransom for the many."â€"Presbyterian. MISTLETOE. Mythology connected with remote reâ€" gions has used the mistletoe in its religious ceremonies. Jn the sagas of Scandinavian folklore you will find that it was with a twist of mistletoe or an arrow fashioned from one, that the blind god Hoder shat at Balder, the god of light, whose mother Freya had neglected to render mistletoe harmless to her son. It was the only thing among plants, animals or minerals which had neglected to give this promise to the goddess Frepa, and for that reason was chosen by Hoder. For this cause you will find that among northern nations, even to this day, the mistleto® is regarded as poisonous. In England no such bad qualities are ascribed to it, and in portions of the kingdom it is used for treatment of heart trouble. It was used in Pliny‘s time for the preparation of birdlime, and it has been long known that wandering birds were responsible for the carrying of its seeds on their bills, and when once it has a foothold on a tree it never leaves it till the tree dies. Every country has its name for it, since it is widely distributed. The Araâ€" ::nsull it Dabuch, the Italians Vischio, paniards Lign mordago, the Gerâ€" mans Kichenmistel, and the Dutch When once you have seen it growing in splendid balls of green high in the air sung to by mocking birds and fanned by clouds of hanging moss, you no longer wonder that it seems a plant half fairylike and wholly mysterious _ You would never yourself think of plucking it, and only wonder that there are any who would do so unholy a thing! When once it is brought down fromn‘{tl eyrie you are glad enough to have a bit, not to dream on, but to wonder on, and to map out in fancy the charmed spot where it grew and to debate to yourself wheâ€" ther it was planted by a silverâ€"tongued fam its parsave who Int hag yiats hk clung to an oak. fore yeurs ";";; For little girls, strange to believe, l arate (Wnnt. many things on Christmas eve Cranberry jelly or apple jelly (the tart crab apple kind) are the most apâ€" propriate sauces to serve with turkey, and if served in individual moulds it saves time and trouble. If one wishes |\to give the turkey a gay and festive air stick little cored red apples on the drumsticks and lay him on a bed of cress or parsley. The Creole cooks, who pride themselves on the tenderness and I;;lvuf of their turkeys, i*tays place ‘Marse Gobbler‘ on his breast instead ; of on his back, thus allowing the juice Ito run forward. Frequent basting is ) the secret of many a tender bird?fint [would have been a ‘tough proposition‘ without this precaution. _ When the tird is almost gone it can be turned over on its back for a final browning. The finest Ohristmas gift is not *the wne that costs the most money, but Lhe one that carries the most love. If every gift is the token of a personu thought, a friendly feeling, an unseliish interest in the joy of others, then the thoaght, the fecling, the intersst, may remat 4tâ€" ter the gift is made, There are a great mamy people in the world whom we know moare or lesa, but to whom for various reasons we cannot very well send Christmas g;fu. But there is hardly one, in ail the circles of our acquaintance, with whom we may not exchange the touch of Christmas life. The great gift of Jesue to the M was Himsel{. He lived with . men. He kept back nothing. g particular and concrete . gift thai M made to certain persons there wa#* swB@ thing of Himself that maile it precidus, He gave something of Mimsel: in every gift. All true Christinis giving ought to be after this pattern. In the outer circle, cheerful greetings, courtesy, consideration; in the inner cirâ€" cles, sympathetic interest, hearty conâ€" gratulations, honest a-em-t; am the inmost circle, comra , heipfulâ€" ness, tendernessâ€" "Beautiful friendship tried by sun and wind, Durable from the daily dust of life." After all, Christmas living is the best kind of Christmas giving.â€"Henry Van Dyke. How to Cook the Turkey. It‘s easier to tell a good turkey than other birds. Press the end of the breast bone and if it gives readily the bird is apt to be tender. If the bone is sharp and stiff the bird is tough, The breast should also be soft and yielding if tte bird has been properly fed. M a very large bird is required a male turkey is the best to buy, but if a ten or eleven pounder is enough a hen turkey is tenâ€" derer and fatter. Iwo tenâ€"pound hens are a better choice than one of twenty g«emnd- as the latter could not possibly young. The favorite way to cook the Christâ€" mas turkey is to roast it after it has been stuffed with bread and mace and thyme or other spicy things. oR emel o onl PP P A good stuffing is made of equal porâ€" tions of veal and ham chopped fine, Add half the amount of chopped suet, the same amount of cracker crumbs, two teaâ€" spoonfuls of grated onion and one of grated lemon rind, one of salt and pepâ€" per mixed, and bind all together with two beaten eggs. Celery and oyster stufting is one of the most appetizing when made well, A pint of celery should be chopped fine and allowed to simmer for fifteen minâ€" utes in slightly saited water, Chop smail one cup full of oysters, add a teaspoonâ€" ful of onion juice, a teaspoonful of mincâ€" ed parsley,, and a teaspoonful of salt, oneâ€"fourth of a teaspoonful of pepper, the juice of a lemon, and half a c\l; of melted butter. Sometimes this stuffing is made with celery and mushrooms inâ€" stead of oysters. g They should know how to make = feet cranberry jelly in New Engllnm anywhere, therefore, this reci from the Boston Cooking School lr:glh. ought to be standard: Boil one quart of cranberries with a cupful of water five minutes, after the boiling point has been weached. Let the dish be coverâ€" ed, but lift the cover occasionally to avoid the danger of boiling over, Pass the berries through a sieve, and add two cups of sugar. Stir until well mixâ€" ed, and turn into an earthen or granite ware mould. The mixture will not jelly if moulded in tin, or if sugar is added before the boiling ceases. She asked for dolls all dressed in blue, And red and pink and purple too; She asked for dogs, and cats and toy@, And instruments that make a noise; Bhe asked for candies, cakes .and things, And pop corn strung in lengthy strings. She wrote a note to Santa Claus, The queerest note that ever was; "I‘was naught but scrawls and dots and She sent her note to Santa Claus The queerest note that ever was, Her puu mailed it early, so *Xwould surely off to Santa go. Tngs, But oh, f: meant so many things} â€"Joe Cone in Women‘s Home Companâ€" ion for December. Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge, principal of the University of Birmingham, England, declares that scieace has demonstrated the immortality of the soul, and shown that the resurrection of the body is a mytii. Bir Oliver is one of the leading English physicists. He holds honorary degrees from nearly all of the great Britâ€" ish universities for his oduut.iouwjim One of these, "Bignalling MWires," was the forerunner of the Marâ€" coai system of wireless telegraphy. "T‘was naught but scrawls and dots and rings, But, oh, it meant so many things! "John, if you didn‘t smoke 1 could have a fall hat." "And if you could live on ;te‘vd peanuts I could have a ‘“ ® yackt. 1\?‘1‘ very nourishing, I umâ€" _ derstand. , ob-_k‘:o.mth football _ game toâ€"day?" City Journal, _ HER SANTA CLAUS LETTER The Resurrection ¥¢ ib