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4) ICINE ud "No, I‘m and the slowly from volee is to awre out of 4 wife isn‘t. Christmas I wawk U6Z CC CC "There‘s { room," the my: plenty of room," their Mrs. Elmendort, Mn nb furs until she looked like a plump brown bear, comâ€" piained from the back seat, "Eugene won‘t let me stay." P e se Milired Dwight, reckless of the fate { her chiffon ruffles, fluttered down to LQ side of the automobile. "Please let her stay," she pleaded. From the front seat Elmendort smiled 1t her gravely. "%o," he said, "I‘m going to take { her home." w "You see," said the martyr on the back seat. "He‘s an ogre," said Mildred, and made a little face at him. Suddeoly Elmendorf leaned toward the laughing group. _ The yellow light from the open door shone on his dark, earnest face. _ Beyond the door was mustc and the fragrance of flowers. "You ought all of you to be at home," he said and his voice, crisp, decisive, was the voice that had made criminals tremble. "We ought all of us to have (bristmas trees and hearthstones and tamily dinners. _ And instead of that we‘ve let the fires on our altars burn down, while we‘ve goasiped and danced an# vlaved like children, instead of beâ€" "You‘lil get caught in the storm," "Stay and hang up yYour Au <a" sailed Bobby Barmes and p sud played ENC CTANUCEEY AemAniembnett Cl Ing men and women." ifis quick smile as he nodded to them redeemed his words from harshâ€" ness, but the note of seriousness in what ho said was reflected on their atâ€" tentive ‘Hear ‘Hear, hear," from Bobby Burns. _ _ "Xo. I‘m not going to make & sapeech," and the great car chugâ€"chugged out slowly from under the archway, "my volce is to valuable. And besides you are out of my jurisdiction. But my wife isn‘t. _ And this year we spend Christmas by our own fireside." "You poor, abused thing!" Mildred ['vmpathllcd, and waved her hand to them as they drove away into the darkâ€" thr out the lingt gene 6e "Fes. it was," he agreed, "but why didn‘t she invite all the children and have an old â€"fashioned merrymakingâ€" instead of bridge and champagne *" "Well, I don‘t see why you should romplain," Helena insisted, "we haven‘t any children to neglect." "%o, we haven‘t any children," and after that there was a long pause. ‘ ! 2 & | «es ___ 32B s night as this." Fugene jumped down into the snow, ind peered through the darkness. "There‘s a house back there. I can see just a point of l:ght in a window." In the howling blackness he found the door and knocked. _ There was no response. _ Me shouted, and the wind beat his words back upon him." "I can‘t make anyone hear," he called to his wife. Then the door opened and a young man, haggard and half dressed, spoke out into te:se.night. "Is that you, doetor?" "No" Elmendorf said, "we‘re stuck in the snow andâ€"â€"" But the man was not listening. "Oh," he said, and his voice broke. "Why Son‘t the doctor comet" "Whats‘ the matter?" Elmendort asked rlv,-."‘k}y, "The baby," the man said. "He‘s dyâ€" ing. We‘ve sent the hired man for the doctor. "Then, with a sudden rememâ€" brance of hospitality, "come in. It‘s an awtul storm." K & Elmendorfs were distinetly bored : the darkness the big car whizzed ugh the long driveway. They were on the country road before eithe? of ccenpants spoke. don‘t think it is very nice of you riticise us right before Mrs. Darâ€" ton. It was a lovely evening, Euâ€" H It was a shabby room into which they came, lighted by & solitary canâ€" dle A flickering fire burned on the hearth, and a gray cat, safely housed from the storm, slept curled up on the warm bricks. _ From the next room came the moan of the sick child. As Helena unfastened her wrap & WOâ€" man came to the door of the chamber. She was very young, just a girl, and her unbound hair fell over calico wrapâ€" per in straggling wisps. Her face WAs grevy with anxiety, and her eyes were T& Fed. "Oh" come here," she pleaded. _ "I don‘t know what to doâ€"â€"{) don‘t know wfhn? to do!" _ But even in th:“ml(h;- of her agony, sky stopped to stare the radiant ywomsw in shining white, who stood on her humble hearthstone. In a moment, however, she returned *n her plaint, "Oh, I don‘t know what vo uo. Helena swayed toward her husaband, "I can‘t‘" she murmured. "I can"*t go in there, Eugene." â€" But he shook off, almost roughly. Faor Hegven‘s sake. Helenk, got" he u_ men marry us for playthings," wlce was bitter, "and you expect 1ates, and we‘re notâ€"â€"" +s," he agreed, "you‘re not." »n, as if he had said to much, he rpologized. "There is so much to do 3u child close CnH@ C10OSC. + "Cet me some hot waterâ€"a lot of it, she directed, "and mustard. Oh, hurry hu: 1Ve Helena they a womer o unswer came from the back 1 again they sped on in silence. ow came down faster and fastâ€" the whirling flakes which drove the flaming headlight seemed ‘to m into a world of unreality. can‘t go any further," Elmenâ€" d at last. _ "Who would have there would be such drifts?" . I wanted you to stay at Mrs. ton‘s," Helena lamented. "It wild idea, anyhow, to come out own in an automobile, on such there was a lon Ftllse. t understand lg.’ Elmendorf if there had been no Nreak in rsation. hang up your stockings , jun CC CCeRde Comiis d ERC t"" HWelena‘s arms went about it nly. â€" She stood up holding the baby, baby," she ire willing to be so ; B A ent about it | And when UN¢)"""" "abwn on holding the Just pile the things down on ‘There‘s only me and ma, yO‘ 4 A little sister 4 years oldâ€" â€"a Tot of it," | on. yee, the dog, but he won‘ 1. Oh, hurry. We always keep him in at ni k makes the ‘::'vin' l‘(;fo us ; k pa‘s gone we don‘t whispered, as 1 ry to help her all 1 canâ€" she worked. "I‘m going to make you roll. _Oh, poor little baby, poor little The mother, kneeling on the floor, rocked back and forth, moaning, "Why don‘t the doctor comet" stuck | Blowif the little limbs relaxed; slowâ€" ly the color came back to the Kinched face, and at last Helena lifted the limp "He‘s better, Eugene," she said simâ€" ly. Tears were on her cheeks. The s..llling gown was all soiled and crushâ€" ed and crumpled, and her hair hung in wet strings about her face; but to her husband she had never been as beauâ€" tiful. "Oh, the young fools," she said, a few minutes later, as she sat in the front room with the baby in her arms, while her husband atirreg the fire. ,"Not to know that hot water was the only As she brooded Madonnaâ€"like over the child, on her lowâ€"bent face was the look that comes to all women with the care of baby helplessness. 4 Her husband was kneeling before the fire. He turned and looked deep into her g{lu. "Forgive me," he whispered. l'“ yrll "That I have so wronged youâ€"you wonder woman!" "Oh," her hand went to her heart. "I didn‘t know I had it in me, Kugene. But when I saw the poor babyâ€"â€"â€"" "Yes, I know." In the next room the young mother was sobbing hysterically, The boy hus band was trying to soothe her. * _"Hold the b:by a minute, Eugene," Helena said, and went in to them. _ 77Yrmlitlj'the crying ceased, and the young farmer came out, _ k. _ _"Your wife is an angel of merey," he said, and brushed his hand across his eyes as he passed on to the kitchen. Eugene, listening, heard _ Helena‘s voice speaking softly to the other woâ€" man. There was a new and thrilling note in her voiceâ€"the note of the mothâ€" er bird in the spring. With the bal:y in his arms, he sat long by the flickering fire, seeing visions of the home that was to be; of Helena, the wife of his dreams at last; of himâ€" self, more tender, more forbearing, growâ€" ing lighterâ€"hearted to meet the gaiety of her youthful moods. o yop Eie Cona e esie: At last in the kitchen the chime of | the old clock struck six. _ The first grayness of the dawn stole in at the window. _ Across the â€" snowy _ fields sounded the peal of the Christmas bells. "Helena," the man called softly, and his wife came to the door of the other room. She had changed her dress, and wore a clean blue gingham belonging to the mistress of the house. About _ ber shoulders was pinned a little plaid shawl. Her beautiful hair had been brushed and was wound about her head in a shining braid. . She took the!\,)a-bvfland smiled at her husband. "Do you like me this way ?" «I lova von this way." and he kissed _ "I love you this her. +c RECT. She laid her glowing cheek against the sleeping baby‘s face. "Think if we had not come Eugene," she said. P . ul =: Bsb PeEnt PMTW o PRH AMgP CCC 0C He opened the door. Across the cast the 1ifht had come in streaks of purple and silver. "It is Christmas morning," he said, C ui Bhanile EY EERTN BNT CCC "It is Christmas morning," he coming back. ‘"Merry Christmas ena!" f CH001 _ The young mother came in from the other room. "I‘ll take the baby now," she said, yearningly, and held out her arms Helena carried it to her. "Lie down and try to sleep," she advised, and closâ€" ed the door after them gently. Then she came back to her husband. "Think if we had not come, Eugene," she said again, and laid her hand on his arm. He put his own over it, and drew her to him; and thus they stood together, in a wonderful silence, until sleigh bells jangled outside and the now unneeded doctor tramped across the litâ€" tle poreh. THE CHRISTâ€"CHILD IN THE HOME. body and called for the blanâ€" In a beautiful sermon we once heard, we were impressed with the declaration |that the word ‘home‘ is not found in the language of men where the story of the Christâ€"child is not known. And one mignt say that this is because motherhood and fathâ€" ethood are of the highest type only where the Saviour is an actual Presâ€" ence. . A NOCE | th io samea‘ Myine. *Christmas, | SAMC_""* 2 00 And ‘is distinctly the time of love. And how this weary, warring world needs this song of love! Men are dying toâ€" day for the lack of a little love. Men are growing discouraged and givin up hope, and are gowmg to the bas for the lack of a little love. With all its commercialism and greed and selfiahness the only hope for the world is to leern the lesson of love from the "ethlekem manger, and listen to the angels who sang (God‘s "good will toâ€" ward men‘" on that night of nights. _ ‘Motkerhood is a sacred thing only where the glad tidings of the Christâ€" child are told. Christmas is the time of the holly and the mistletos, the yuleâ€"lore and the stockings hung all in a row at the fireâ€"place. "There is no place for "Old Scrooge" in a world where Christmas bells chime and love and laughter fill the | very atmosphere. â€" It is the time when | the father and mother are children | again. It is the time when is stilled ‘the "restless puls¢ of care." *â€"The Home Herald. " ‘The house To q d L _ AL Ahramtith 4620 | Too littk for & man like yOu. You couldn‘t get the leg down in, Besides the reof won‘t hold you up, It‘s nothin‘ but old boards and tin, 1 konw you‘d make it cave right in. You‘ll find our steckin‘s on the cbair, Ma‘s sewed ‘em Up the best she could, And when they won‘t hold any more Just pile the things down on the floor. ‘There‘s only me and ma, you know, A little sister 4 years oldâ€" Oh. yes, the dog, but he won‘t bite, Ob.Y® *® """‘vim in at DigDt. We always ®°P .".", se us @ Ma makes the livia‘ for uS all, * Ma makes the H9Y ‘T o0E yugy where _ The Turkâ€"Th said this same divine, the time of love. And y, warring world needs ve! Men are dying toâ€" ck of a little love. Men discouraged and giving From Johnny ‘Lie down said, Helâ€" I only wish‘d I was a man. I pick up coal down by the tracks, i e unllonetp ns seults adls ‘ nc £ oR DC MCV aG : povn where it tumbles off the cars, Most every day I get coal there, The men that runs the cars don‘t cars. ?l. she don‘t think you‘ll come, I know, Cause when we ask her it you‘ll come She turns around and wipes her eyes, She says she don‘t but then she cries, ‘Then tells us that she‘s takin‘ cold, But when I‘m takin‘ cold I sneeze, L\!fi'l just so ‘fraid that you‘ll forget, you ain‘t been to Our house yetâ€" Only but once, long time Ag0, And that‘s the time you brought me Ma says you brought me in your sleigh, For I‘ll be seven Christmas day. I don‘t suspect you‘ll bave much left When you get ‘round to where we lve § I‘ll not tell you what to bring, For we‘ll be glad for anything. I hope you‘ll have some candy left, And cakes with sugar on the top, And peanuts, my, but I like them, I ain‘t bad none I don‘t know when. we just love candy, all of us, Sometimes we get & penny‘s worth, And when we want to give ma some She‘s just s0 good she won‘t take none. And she don‘t know I wrote to you, There ain‘t no one that knows but me, Aud maybe it won‘t do no good. But I just kind o‘ tbom?ht it would. So T‘ll be watchin‘ out for you, hen ! hear the sleigh bells ring I‘ll know it youâ€"we‘ll _ all know then, ‘That we afn‘t been forgot again. "Then when we hear the old door screak, You just don‘t know how glad we‘ll be, We‘ll know it‘s you aâ€"comin‘ in, Goodâ€"by, old Santaâ€"Johnny Fynn. S uge P e Dear Boyâ€"Your CUNTRTUIAT You guessed my wishes ~we Aro so divine that prose is Inadequate to tell How very much I love thei In all their fragrant prim V LEDL SWn Some secrets I can better To these sweet leaves impart Than give them in a letter, Since they concern my heart; Bt now that I bave told them These dear dreams of delight 1 know these flowers will hold them Untilâ€"until toâ€"nizht 1 read the tender not that Among the roses hid ; 1 wonder when you wrote that If you know what you did? You‘re such a dear romancer, I doubt you more or less; But come and get my ans werâ€" One rose for youâ€"that‘s Yes! â€"Jullan Durand, in Sunday Magazine EXOEETTCC CC SC ow very much I love them In all their fragrant prime, nd so I lean above them And write t o you in rime. Her Christmas Gift. MERRY CHRISTMAS Bavw Your Christmas rosesâ€" ed my wishes weoll! These afe the nicesst THERE IS A REASON. where about its many ETY . Christmas Day, and the day followâ€" ing, all shops are closed and the time is given over to social gatherings, as the sacreduness of the Christmas Eve is now past. _ Luncheons, dinners, dances, two theatrical performances a day in almost every theatre at poâ€" pular _ prices,â€"these are streauous days, indeed, for a social favorite. 1 have found that a large circle of acâ€" quaintances in a German city leads unavoidably to a bad spell of dyspepâ€" sia, when Christmas week is past. There is something very \\'hole-souled| and hearty about German hospitality, and at no time of the vear does it show itself so well as at Christmas time. The idea of Christmas festivâ€" ities is to gather in the lonely; to entertain, nmot for personal reasons, but to give a good time to those who need it most and can enjoy it most. To be known to be alone in a Penâ€" sion at Christmas time is the signal for at least two invitations a day for three days running. There is no work of any kind done for three days, exâ€" cept by those who minister to the pleasure of others. The "Third Holâ€" PC Cmmc mnnllL onl MIDb 5e br â€"come f(i;‘)-'u.";“l)é;-ember 27th people I ever saw. They are giving me all the grub I want. TO ALL QOUR READERS. is by comâ€" If the houseâ€"mother aces not care to do her own work that day, family and friends gather in some favorite resâ€" taurant to continue the Christmas cheer. _ Butcher, baker and grocer shops are open this third day, but other establishments are often closed until the 28th. A quaint Christmas custom in Gerâ€" man citiee is the "Jahrmarkt," the array of open booths with cheap toys, "Pyramids," gingerâ€"bread, apples, nuts, all things that belong to .Christ.; uied t s1 08 c on : d snn ndsints a0% mas. It is a sort of county fair, and is still an important event in smaller towns and country villages. In the larger cities the Jahrmarkt is disapâ€" pearing. A vestige of it, kept up on the Belleâ€"Allisnce Bquare in Berlin, is regarded merely as a c'urli‘osi});‘. 1 1 1 1 22200b tha Phuisti is regarded merely as a curiosity. But it is the coming of the Christâ€" mas trees that marks the moment of birth of the Christmas spirit in Gerâ€" man cities. In every open square and wider street in the residence quarâ€" ters of the town they stand, row after row, srlendid firs of all sizes. It is truly Birnam wood coming to Dunsâ€" inane. The most notable instance is the Potsdamerâ€"Platz in Berlin, a spot that rivals a New York "busy corner"‘ for traffic. One day it is all roar and rumble, hustle and bustle. Then suddenly, over night, the hotel and cafe gardens bordering ‘it, the apâ€" ki on P th ie 2 +8 m 4 ww Reiw ABRiCm Oe soe ie ce l 1 proaches to its great railway station, and its stretches of open sidewalk are biddan behind a veritable forest of stately towering firs, looking down in quiet majesty on the hurrying cit at their feet. They bring the brend‘: of lonely mountain tops, the sweet silence of forest depths with them into one of the world‘s busiest of metrogolium centres. And best of all, they bring the Christmas spirit that loosens the bonds of care, and preachâ€" es peace on earth, good will to men.â€" The Travel Magazine. mon consent the servants‘ holiday, when they are given a whole day OI;. Just because a man gets up 410 NHIN out of church don‘t jump to the coneul sion that he is a somnambulist. gets up ?»nd walks in Gerâ€" ;‘ j m 0 f i The Christmas Tree i AT PINE CENTRE (W. O. Throop, in Montreal WIMMO®E./ Pine Centre, as the name might imâ€" ply, was surrounded on all sides by great tracts of pine, and from it distribution n The village consisted of the customâ€" "I thought we were getting along pretty safely this winter, but I hear toâ€" day that Joe Flynn is pnporing to have a dance at his saloon on hristmas night, and this means ruin to the men and starvation for their families.‘" I _ T w i5 ces EOREU ~GOR SPREV T NC en CC For some time Bertha Rose busily stitched away without speaking. The wrinkles in the fair young brow, howâ€" ever, at last relaxed and she had some suggestion to make. ly c Ad "I know you will laugh at me, but I feel we ougit to have a greater attracâ€" tion than Flynn‘s saloon for the boys on Christmas night. How would a Christâ€" mas tree do?" P PW es 4 are C If Richard Rose did not laugh at his wife‘s suggestion he felt like it, as he asked her what attraction a Christmas tree would be compared to the dance at Fiynn‘s. "We must get the boys interested," she answered; "surely you could get some of them to help with the enterâ€" tainment. You know the men well, who for the greater part come from lut{n‘l camp, and I am sure Tim Dolin will do all he can to help you." Tim Dolin had at one time been most sareastic in his criticiem of the ‘‘*preachâ€" n.der to the lumber camps "Well, what is RHCT hacard A PDECC CE F "Supposing we could manage the enâ€" tertainment, what could we put on the tree for the expectant youngsters? You know there isn‘t much money in Pine Centre for Christmas prelend, and â€" it won‘t do to disappoint them." "We can fill it up with oranges and popcorn balls," said Berths, laughing. Then, considering the matter more ng- ously, she said : ‘"‘Why not get some outâ€" side help for that too? Let us write home and tell the home folks of our plan. Dear old Mrs. Robertson is presiâ€" dent of the Women‘s Missionary Society. and will be sure to help us."‘ So it was arranged that Pine Centre should have a Christmas tree. The moon, in all its fullness, was slowâ€" ly rising behind the pines, and softenâ€" ing in its mellow light the rugged outâ€" lines of the long, low buildings of Marâ€" tyn‘s camp, as Richard Rose drove up tc the door His horse had hardly stopâ€" ved when Tim Dolin came out. t | dhabe@h ced yhbent P en "Good avenin‘, sor. I knew it . was you by the bells. Don‘t bother with the horse. I will put him up." But the minister was already unhitching one side and afterwards accompanied “m to the stables. ‘"You see, Tim, we are going to have » Christmas tree at . the ‘entre on Christmas night, and we waut you to help us," he said, broaching his subâ€" ject. ""Well, sor, ;;d be glad to, but I‘m efread I‘d be 1i tle use to ye, for I‘m a mighty poor speaker, and when it comes to singin‘ toons I‘m not in it at all." Richard laughed heartily, and then exâ€" plained that it wasn‘t in the entertainâ€" ment he wanted his assistance, but in l tkine the nikn dJown to the concert abit Eetting the men down to the concert and ack again‘ without visiting Flynn‘s saâ€" loon. "We wili try, sor, but I‘m afread that it will be a hard matter to manage ; but I will get my own boy to take a load, and I will take the rest, and we‘ll do the best we can." THR: & a a en 2 Cotuer‘ sotbich When Richard entered the camp, with its romring fire and large u-en&ly of men, he was heartily greeted, for in more ways than one he had brightened their lives and in their rough way they fully appreciated his efforts, and when he invited them all to attend the Christâ€" mas tree they willingly consented. Richâ€" ard had visited the camp often enough before to know who was talented, and laying his hand on the shoulder of & fairâ€"haired, blueâ€"eyed youth, little more than a boy, asked him if he would sing for them at the concert. ""What about Flynn‘s dance"" John | Etanley asked, looking into faces of | the listening men. eg MOl» .. . / _ _ n Thkew tha the 8t@eMN® IUCDU* "You will find time enough after the concert to help the devil along,‘" an old lumberman assured him, and amid the MMU*" 0 Scawd EStanley consented favihter of the £N0WE FHELORS: CELEIECET TL to sing. Bertha Rose at once began to teach the village children several choruses, and by scouring the country gide, Richard secured enough young people to take part in a dialogue, but even then the programme was short, and as a last reâ€" sort he decided to give several readings himself, ones that he was sure the lumâ€" bermen would appreciate. But as «non â€" ul cuutses DermOn MAMEAC CEROCOOO as one difficulty was overcome another was met with. The men were sure to come to town early in the afternoon. Joe Flynn knew this, and was chuckling to hilaull that when the boys had once had a drink they wouldn‘t bother much es & y il 1A Kb § CPamk HRe C000 SmE about the tree. Richard Rose knew this too, and decided that at all events thes must have a supper before the noncert. Generously the village people, sut :: â€" [ eloes ax cce , in Montreal Witness.) it?" he asked, anxiousâ€" ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO of the responded to the at his camp, with call, and the few surrounding settiets all contributed one or more turkeys, old Dave Smith, who had two boys in Marâ€" tyn‘s camp, offering half a dosen when he heard of the minister‘s scheme. Christmas day at last u'ri"‘_: W‘: and clear. The roads were excellent ; all preparation had been made by both the church people and the saloonâ€"keeper to At Martyn‘s all were ready to start an hour before Tim Dolin and his son brought out their teams, and there was receive ohnk s smaliiae Tncar t cicz oA much goodâ€"natured ewearing over the cane t::baolim took of their horses. But the creatures, slick and shining, were finally hitched to the great d’: and eagerly started for the town. and again they broke into a brisk trot, but Tim, who had the lead, held then back, much to the annoyance of the men. But Tim knew what he was doâ€" ing. _ Me and ‘the minister had previâ€" ously arranged for him to arrive as lute in the afternoon as possible. To reach the hall it was necessary to pass the saloon, and Joe Flynn was sure that all hands would stop and drink, but Richard also had eonnrcnd this dAffiâ€" culty{l and met the men on the outekirts of the village with a sleigh load of lady helpers, who welcomed them and invited them at o:we to the hall, where suppet was ready. The load of ladies led the way, and cheer after cheer rent the air , TBG »noor e CR 0 nmndh tto ids 6 SccmnrtPow catseeal w leigh r‘..d the saloon, :.&-‘.fln a¢ Taa Fivynn. the M-I'l of Joe Fiynn. Heartily the lumbermen partook of the bounties set before them. As soon as supper was over they good â€"naturedly asâ€" sisted in carrying out the rough tables, replacing them with benches and chaire. ‘Ricbrdhou felt that now vum“dr he must hold the men or the{ would D6 gin to drift away to the saloon. The first thing on the F:‘nnno was TB l CC Cmm cce anaddt. ine nHs UHuB °CCC s‘ . a song by Jack Stanley. He was greetâ€" *4 by loud applause, for he was a general m._Â¥l2.A. 2 aame favorite in the camp EVWPE TB ECC CCC F to them of home and mother, then ard Rose described a scene in thf LCOs 10. soely wat, And wit OTLE 0 Al Anoue Tin. then followed the dialogue and choruses by the children, and last of all Richard gave them "The Race at Black Rock," which took the men by storm, the incidents of which fitted so closely their own rough lives. _ One would naturally think that now that the concert was over the men would begin to leave, but big Bill Moore, the qoi nnnelon Fand dldins‘ qui in . LA consented to foreman at the w?, neq EexmERmETT C be Santa Claus, an out of respeet for their foreman not a man left the buildâ€" ing. At last, when all was over, the B * "ncla 4n find Tim and h-_n‘ ul Avasateltiet 4stA WO were uwrriu-& to find Tim and Frank Dolin, with their teams, waiting for them. "All aboard for Martyn‘s. Pile in, boys, these horses won‘t stand." A few of the men jumped in. The others hesitated. "Oome on, boys; ride as far as Plyna‘s anvway" Tim suggested, and everyone Jum PeCE " ns d Half a mile down the long, steep before them lay the saloon, where : and his following were anxiously w for the lumbermen. The two 't::m ogglng along side by side, when {)o n ohopot:, "I‘ll go ye a rw:..‘h dn CHeN PAE 0 § dn the river they flew and down the loe at a terrific pace, never slackening m till they were about three miles ' V Souc Shos aonmmith AWemabb Lu ied M eR CC 1 ;gfin ohouotu, "I‘ll go ye a race, #2ther. ‘All right, boy," ghn answered, crackâ€" ‘ Ncnvfip' over the backs of his l;:m l’i)own the hill l_:oth ‘f:{.f“_?:.‘ ind _ CeneRne PEesF 1 c uie P till they were about three miles down and about to turn into the rough forest road leading to the camp. Frank Polin * N thek +o wakn It. nanld the thoers was the first to gain it, amid the cheers of his men. But what about Flynu‘s dance! A few of the lumbermen were angTy and said that this was a made up plan, but for the most part they felt satisfied with their evening‘s fun, and for years after it was a standing joke at Martyn‘s \how Tim Dolin and the parson tooled the saloonkeeper. But there is a better thing than the observance of Christmas Day, mnd that is, keeping Christmas. Are you willing to forget what wou have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you ; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world; to put your right in the background. and your duties in the middle distance and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground ; to see that your fellow men are just as real as you are, and $G00 20 °2 Groals Sunaz *n "tinke REnent CC WOV al try to look behind their faces to hearts, hungry for joy; to own | probably the only good reason going to get out of life, but what going to get out of \l(e,‘b’utw hat you going to give to life; to © your 'bool{ of complaints against management of the‘unive:n, and _ _3%.222 whars vou ng their HOW TO KEEP CHRISTMAS. going °O &** 7""." " 3 site> you oin{ to give to life; to close your {boo of complaints against the management of the universe, and look around you for a rlwe where you can sow a few seeds 0 happinessâ€"are you willing to do these things even for & day? Then you can keep (:ihri""n::.'d eps TMCU Slil_s in chonn Are you willing to stoOp down and consider the needs of little children; to remember the weakness and loneâ€" liness of ‘ooplo who are growing old ; to stop asking how much your friends love you, and ask yourselt whether you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other "people have to bear c their hearts; to try to understand what those who live in the same house with you really want, without waiting for them to tell you; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shaâ€" dow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts, and a garden for your kindly feelings, with | the gate openâ€"are you willing to do ‘these things even for a day? Then you can k..fi Christmas. Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the worldâ€" stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than do;cthâ€"-cnd that <Pimmen <</ 4. w viranboiel 7 :00 + SNG delifranncedui wonedy VOO. C evil, stronger than deathâ€"and that the blessed life which began in Bethâ€" echem nineteen ‘hqnfired years ;..fo nt POrkoel ARERRemEmH M lc 2 k IP the image and brightness of the Et ernal Lovet _ Then you can keep Christmas. And if you keep it. for a day, why not always? But you can never keep it alone.â€"â€" From "the Spirit of 'gl!mtmu," by % in aboard your right in ime your duties in the nd your chances to than your duty in see that your fellow eal as you are, and i their faces to the r joy; to own that y good reason for { life, but what are f life, butw hat are e to life; to close anlaints against the and everyone & .mp gu‘a , where .‘yhm ously waiting ro teams ‘were , when Frank . race, Pather." swered, crack much to *T 64 .