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For weeks Bobby had been forbid- den to enter that room. "Father is at work and must not be bothered," was the law laid down to him every morn- Inx and never repealed. Each morn- In; after brenhtast that room swanow- .ed Father. Sometimes he came out; for lunch, sometimes Hobby did not) see him again till the next day. When he did come out, he seemed to be looking at something far away and hardlripohe to Mother or Bobby. Yet he was not angry with them. Oh. no.' When he did see them, he cuddled and kissed them as it he had boon any tor a long time and only the other dny, when the ttttttrtrttek was out at order, he got right down on his 'tttttds and knees and Bxed " 'll,tl',,"a2'rJ,fa why, quicker than Bobby cout think about it. Mother could cure bad cut: and blueh-and-blue spots by hissing them and could make wonderiul things to eat but she did not seem to know one wee bit. shout automobiles. and mtnptimes Bobby thought she acted as if she did not want to know. Why. nobby himself knew more about autos than Mother did? "h't dro'ful to get a puncture. 'spe- qbilr after dark.'" said Bobby and mod metal]: " the broken rubber bad in his hand. On the ttoor at his side was a die- nbled auto-tmelt, locum down with Chrlstmu nucleus-~- -at least the! wax what Bobby new. ot course If one had only grown-up eyes. it might hue looked to him like th cigar box mounted on {our little wheels, three of them bound tonnd with rubber bands and the Many. as Bobby had moumtnlly declared, Aiadtl ita “nabber tire" "Mother!" he called. scrambling to his feet. Receiving no re'ply. n ran to the rioorHhrxruqtt “my cnpk a PBr ot iii: 56}: "sidhtt. pins! light, the ttatb, I've got a tsteriiUt." With the opening of the kitchen door e tiooerot light, an appealing odor Ind Comfort mentored together. comfort had flushed cheeks and tend- or eyes. She wore a white apron over . blue muslin dress exactly the elude of her eyes; her sleeve”, rolled above her elbows, displayed her shapely white arms. “Why yoh blessed darling.' All in the dark, are you?" She lighted the [as and with the liuht the room sprang into definite liars, like a de- veloping negative. It was the ordin- ary dining room of the ordinary city ttat:. a cheap. ornate, built-in Aldo: board. I yellow.oak dining table. toar chairs and a divan that could be used tor a bed, made up the furniture. There was a cadence in the moth- er’s tone that the child felt though he did not understand. He reluctantly obeyed. His mind was not on the question or how many two's make tour. After his mother had returned to her dinner-getting he tted the broken rubber hand and 'strotchod it over tho (mirth wheel: " broke mortar than before. Once more he tried but with the same result. "It I had only a big rubber” he ,: i'iq'i'isir.' Christmas Made Them , " . 9 . ' , N Partners, 'i it.,' .- 'Pt ugother’s serene eyes suddenly nddened. "Gus. cars. can, always an! Put up your play, Bobby, and do some exnmplas.” {my eyes cried. "See my mummy, mother?" Bobby hold up the rubber' band and pointed to the little handlesn wheel. "If I had only a big rubber?" he mourned. Me tried tu fasten It with a string but the rubber was rotten and he threw it down with tears In his big Bray eyes. "The mean old thing.'" he Suddmuy be sprang to his feet, a look of den; ii‘tlon on his face. wupm 'gt mltul---" he said and put?his trind on the knob of the hall do». 'For a full minute he stood de- ”Mylhen he turned the knob. walled slowly the lmgth ot the dark hall and paused outside another dour. Por In long minutes he Manned outside the forbidden door. Well mlght " pause: it was tho brat “we In the six years of his short lite that he had "or deliberate" disoheyed those who had authority owr Mm. But his mind It: made up. He wax going to face Path" as man to mam. and, no matter qrhnt,rartmlted from it. ask him to " he truck ' He opened the rtoDt' noiseless” and entered the mom, For a moment the (lure of light almost dargled him. tor tt was as light " six Barittg so. Jets couid make it Blinking. he advanced on tip-toe. At a table in the middle of the room at F'aitttor-talt. emu, " mop of black hair thrown back, " dark was ftxert on aomothlng he held a his hand and was Adjusting with . til! tool. At int he put the this. If. a New Year, dean. And a good you. Still better year. shall be. For the heart of man goon for . ward To wider victory -. To not (he days, the My "rs tte m Brotherhood. When och for all amlalt as one Shall forgo the whoU world’s FOR LOVE OF HIS LITTLE CHILQ, THIS FATHER GAVE AM. AND GAINED ALL. down on the table and tor a moment longer Bob)” stood motionless in sheer ama'ument. Then he jumped Ind (tapered out! fairly squealed with delight. The thing was a tint auto- mobile, only n few inches high but per- tect in every part and it ran like mid, first this way and then that over the polished surface of the table. . “on. gee, Father 008 whiz, can’t. she so!" Bobby's little body “My quivered with excitement. “It's from Santa Claus, Isn't it, and It's for met" The Eager little hands were out- stretched. but before they reached the coveted ”ensure they were‘ struck aside and a voice that Bobby yould never have known for Father's, shout.- ed at him: _ . - "Don't you dare leach tuirchiW.. Why did your mother let you come here anyway'?" V "Mother didn't let me; I mane," Bobby protested. ready to defend Mother even in his extremity. The surprise and suspense in the pitiful little face brought Robert Nor- ton to a realization ot himself. With one hand he swept the marvellous lit. "9 car from the table and with the other turned Bobby gently but firmly toward the door. ' Bobby stopped in the passage, his small frame shaking with the subs of a very small boy. He felt stunned and humiliated and desolate. He. crept into the kitchen. . "Father cannot talk with you now, Son; he's busy. one of these days you shall have all the cars you want, I hope. Run along now, that's a man.'" "Father wouldn't mend my tire," he subbed. I For once his gentle mother: turned on him almost tlereery as his father had done. “Bobby! You don't mean gnu bothered Father?" “He isn't working. Mother-dear. That'a- what- " choking back the who that seemed to mt his throat, "hurts my feelings so. He isn't work. ing! He's just playing. He'.i playing with tho cunningeat little, touring car you ever saw in your life and he medn't In! mo tmtch it." Moths-{held out her arms and ae cure in the privacy ot the kitchen, Bobby ran into them, It was all such a puzzle. Father playing with toys in the parlor, Mother getting their din. ner in the kitchen, when Father used to go '0 business every day, Nora used to get dinner, and Mother used to sew and read and play with him. And the worst ot it. WAS Wther did not seem to enjoy his play and sometimes he thought Mother did not mm to get the dinner-anyway she had looked sorry enough when a man came with a pa- per and she had counted money out ot an old pocketbook and given it to him And another time a man came and there dida't seem to be enough money in the pocketbook. and he said some. thing cross and went away. " was a j comfort to lie still, cuddled Mamet her isott shoulder. for all at once Atty felt lured and sleepy and knew that his head was aching dreadfully. I “Mother? You think b'anttrtlaug 1‘1" bring me a little car like that. don't you?" he questioned wistfully. i "That was all I asked ~-n0 candy, nor lguns. nor anything. Some way it ho ldoosn't brim; me the car I shall think .Richio Davin knows." i "Knows what. Dallas?" "Nothing; only Richie is nine and " any: there isn't any Santa Claus." "How hot your head is, dear," Mother said, raising his chin to look into the tearussttsNed little face. "'00 you feel sink in any way'.'" "Only when l swallow." Mother carried him to the light. "i will give you your supper right away. Dear. and put you to bed. You have played too hard to-day." "I've got to hang up my stockings, Mother," Bobby reminded her re- proachttt1lr, "Of course. you may hang them be fore you go to bed." "I don't want any supper, Mumsie; and you may hang up my stockings. I only want one thing anyway and I wrote Santa Claus about that." "And what was that, Dearle?" .. \ touring atr- a real one like the um: we saw In the window of the big toy mare. It has an engine and gears, and a dit'remtitU. You remember.'" Yes, she remembered. Two weeks ugn she had taken Hobby to see the wonderful display at the largest toy shop in the my and he had had eyes for only one thing. this little car, a marreltousty intricate miniature of a grown~up's expensive pltiythittg--tho kind of toy this extravagant age pro. vides tor its pampered darlings. J'ho mother slipped on his clothel. gave some simple home remedies, tucked her son into bed and turned out the light. Then she hastily pit the frugal dinner on the table and called her husband Me on! down with the far-away look that Bobby had no retreated. He was pale and the purple shadows under his eyes nude them look larger and darker than they realty were. He owned hardly to know when he was an a hoarse cough sent the mother hurrying to Bobby's room. By MAY ELLIS NICHOLLS. Anything the mattcr with hobby!" tterqucstiontrd anxiously when she re- turned. "Yes, he is feverish, but i hope it Is only'a cold," she replied absently. Then she burst out. "Robert. do you know that to-mor. row is Christmas? Christmas! and we have nothing for Bobby!” "Have we really nothing [or the little Chip?" _ . "Not a thing and no money! No turkey, no greens, no tree. Nothing to make a rettuytristmas. Oh, Robert, give up the invention. Many nun have tried just as hard vrrou and failed." A "But someone has to do it," he pro- tested. "It is the Inventors who make the world move." "And their wives and children, who have to suffer!" she flashed. ' This was the tlrgt time she bad spoken so and he timnteil and gave her a look ot pained surprise. C "Have You no faith :11 me, Dear'."' She let! her ohair and slipped one urm about. his neck. "I have faith In you. Dearest, and I hope, oh, how I do hope tor Your sake, you will succeed. it I had not had faith, do you think I should have con- sented to give up our homé? Would I have used up our snug little nost- egg? But If is ised up, Robert, every penny of it. There ipn't enough left to pay the rent." "Never mind, Little Wife, we'll pull through some way and another (‘hrist- mas, God willing, there will be enough money to gratify your every wish." "It isn't for myself I mind. You know that, Robert. I have‘you and Bobby, what more could I want'? But Bobby can't wait. till next year tor his Christmas. It is exactly like asking you to wait until eternity for your in- vention. You want it here and now. What do you think Bobby said to me tomight '?" . . ' bet!” Like a burst of sunshine in a dark day was the smile that lighted the father's sombre eyes. . "'He said he should not believe there was any Santa Claus, if he did, not get a little touring car with an engine and gears and a (lif’reminl. What is n 'dlferenlial. Robert?" The father laughed aloud. "Wants a car with a dittefential, does he? The young rascal knows more about can; now than half the chauffeurs Jo. Well, I must get back to my work." But he still eat. lookjng into space, his brows knit, his teeth set on his under lip. _ "1 know it is absolutely simple," he said at last; "just a trick that a child could do. I am always on the wrge of getting it, and to-night. hm, just before Bobby interrupted me, I was sure I had it at last. I seemed to see It slowly coming out before me just as mountain peaks rise out ot a fog, rand I held my breath-one moment more-one single srtep---and Wand then Bobby spoke and it was gone. That was the reason I was no hard on the ‘poor little beggar. For a moment 1 could have knocked him down, , was so furious. But I'll make it up to him and to you, too, Annie." She sinned add kissed him in sil- ence. After he had gone back to his work she still sat Iistlerusl.v, he'r el. Something um tioorvd you, I’ll HERE WE ARE AGAIN! bow: on the mm, her chin cupped ll her ”in. _ f . l in: Mon VII the 1M 1 he” ." hi. on Masters visioned when they painted the Virgin Mother. Her lune shapely bands were vibrant with sen, vice, her deep bosom woe e havenwi' rest, her clear steady eyes were boa-I con lights. She wee not an imagin- ative Vomau. As a little girl she had yet been a lever of fairy tales and now she was not able to enter into her husband's dreams. Had she aiiil able to do so she might have had more sympathy with him, but might not have been as patient as she had been. She coveted his heart's desire tor her “big boy" as she phytully called her husband. just as she desired the ex- pensive little car tor Bobbby, because she loved him ahd it hurt her to have him disappointed. a ( Adatts . hoarse cough sent her huts rying to Bobby's room, and as she looked tearfully at the delicate fiuah. ed fade, her 'motherhood revolted. Bobby should hare a Christmas'. He shouid hot be robbed of his rightful inheritance at childhood for some in. tangibk future prosperity. Whnt would it all be worth when dear old Santa Claus had been altered up to the god, Mammal)! Sire hastily slipped on her coat and he! and ran down the long nights of stays to the street She returned an hour later. loaded with bundles and followed tty a boy who carried a market basket and a small tree. Piling all the things on the dining room table, she knocked softly at her husband’s door, and, after wait. lug in vain for an answer, turued.thp knob softly and went in. Once across the. threshold, aha was pttempted, to retreat without making her presence known. Robert Norton sat at the table, but. he was no longer playing with the little car. His head was rest- lug on his arm and his whole attitude told of utter weariuess and discour- agement. v“! have the Christmas things, Rob- ert: come and help me trim the tree." " thought you said you had no money." _ For answer she held her left hand before his eyes. The tther nails were trimmed close and, though the hand was carefully kept, it bore the unmis- takable marks of rough work. Her plain gold wedding ring hung loose upon it and its guard was gone. The man looked still mare puzzled tor an instant, then started to his feet. "Your ring-Dear--'.'" “It has turned into red and green and yellow" balls and a. turkey. and a Christmas tree." Then, as he still looked dazed, she gave him a hysteri- cal little hug. "Goosle!" she laughed, "don't you understand yet? I pawned it." _ "You pawned your engagement ring'." His tone could hardly have ex- pressed more consternation had she confessed to petty larceny. She laughed again. "'It's only pnwned, Dearest; I can get it back again, it I ever have money enough. But suppose I never redeem it, what is it after all but a stone. A very precious stone to me, because tt has always been a symbol ot our love for each other but not half so precious as our other Jewel-our living little son. Come along; let us trim the tree. Leave your work tor one night and come." The tree was small but perfect and when they had 'ln/shed it shone like a pillar ot tire. Ann Norton smiled happily as the last tinsel threads were spun like dew,starred cobwebs from branch to branch, where already hung the glittering red and green and yel- low balls. "How complete it is!" her husband said, stepping back to get the full etteet, "and so little to do with. You are a wonder, Little.Woruart." He drew her to him and tenderly kissed her lips. She had made up her mind to ask a certain thing of him but after this cums her courage almost failed her. She knew shemust ask at once or she should never do it at all. She spoke hurriedly. . “Complete, Robert! Look again." He gazed, squinting a little, as it actually dazzled by the glitter. “I don't see what more any reasonable kiddie could ask." "But the little car. I may as we'll confess all. I had made up my mind to buy that our for him, it it took all the money I had, but I bought the other things first, and when I went for the car, what do you think was the price ot it? One hundred dollars'. I had less than fifty." _ The man gave a whistle. “It did have but it and wdcom," he added more tir" tttr-ttsito her, "it I had only got that last step in my pro’i can." - . come high, "iii'iiFtTtrrilthtstr might Nt," " wife repeated. "But, Rob- ert," she hurried now. realizing more and more the audacity of the request she was about to make, "you have a mtne.car more perfect than any that was ever in any toy shop, one with gears and a rubber tire and I ‘dif'ren. tial.' Bobby had set " whole child- ish heart on this as much as you have set your man's heart on your great invention, and he is ill-oh, Retort, it frightens me to think he): ill he might be! What would success or wealth or life Itself be without our darling boy? Robert, will you not give Bobby your little car?" ""'='C"r-" 1h: M’s tirriaritiai.' ', _'""'"'"." Hehsiared at her, honestly ignorant ot her meaning. "My little car? I have no little car." -urhd, ode ro'u were 'playlng with' when Bobby found you.” _ Then he understood. Wo wirerwas asking him, seriously asking him, to give his working model-the model on which he was trying to perfect his wonderful invetetiotr--to his child as a Christmas piaything. The blood surg- ed purple to the roots of his hair. This then was the measure ot her faith in his power. He. looked as a man might look who has just been told he has a mortal disease. . "You want me to give Bobby my model She did not reply at once. She saw shg had. wounded him beyond belief. The mother-love and the wife-love struggled within her. “Never mind, Dearest," she said at last. "'Betiege me, I did not dream you cared like that." Then she reached out her hand to him. "Come, let's'have a look at him." . As they leaned above his bed, Bob- by opened his eyes and gazed about him with a startled look. "How are you, my man asked gently. The wide dark eyes stared at him with no sign of recognition. "Don't you know Father,uieart" his mother questioned with mingled love and terror in her crooning voice. . "Nher In pulsing with the little ear," droweily answered Bobby. Then starting up. “Santa! Please. Santa! bring me a little ear. Father won't let me play with his." "Yes, he will," broke in his father and hastened trom the room to get the .euritrtte6 model, but before he could mum: the boy had dropped into a restless sleep. "After all, it is best tthit way," he added hoarsely. "t could. not have givmx it up tor anything but love. To- morrow I will enjoy Christmas with you and Bobby; the gay after I will start out to hunt a Job." Bobby's stocky; bad been hung be. side the tree and now Father stuffed the model into the top of it. "I want him to see it the first thing in the morning." he said. The mother watched him with brim. ing eyes. Usually we mast self-con- trolled of women, she could not trust herself to speak. _i, "Oh, Robert, you don't mean you have given up.'" " must. Bobby will break the model the first dar-you have nont-a how delicate it is, Annie. Wen, it will be the breaking ot my idol and “in: never was a dearer little lad than Bobby." _ Ann Norton had intended to keep vigil by her son's bed during the on: the night, but as the hours wore on his troubled mutterings ceased. his sleep became quiet and peaceful and the weary mother Numbered too. She was awakened by his soft cool chef! pressed to hers and his eager, "Oh, Mumsie, do you think Santa Claus has brought me the car?" The first rays of the sun glittered on the t1eecy snow heaped on the Window ledge, the crisp air was full of the sound of boils, and in a neighboring church sweet boyish voices were caroiing: Sing. oh, sing this blessed morn Jesus Christ today is born. Father rolled Bobby up in his blan- ket and carried him, blanket and all, into the adjoining room. The boy so" one hurried.gla.nce in the direction of " stocking. wright! from the on- uullnx told: and rushed to all. " trauma. In the silence that [tourm- ed, hum und lather looked u out TORONTO '" Tivo shepherds and a shepherd laid, Came running from afar To eet the little new-born One $hosc herald was a star. But empty were their toil-worn hands, And on the stable floor The Wise Men knelt with precious gifts The Saviour to adore. "Oh, take my cloak," one shepherd cried, .. 'Twill keep the Babe from cold." "And take my staff," the other said, " 'Twill guide Him o'er the wold." The shepherd lad looked sadly down; No gift at all had he, But only on his breast a lamb C He cherished tenderly. . So young it was so clear it was-- The dearest (if they Ist, _ For days he had beerr'tuar ing it, Close wrapped within his smock. He took the little, clinging thing Andieid it by the Child, - And all the plaée with glory shone--- For Iol’Lbrd Jesus smiled. up" Father child‘mod Him hit up pen-tad, . look ot eeataer in ma lace. At last with a slab of supreme content. he reached out his hand Ind tenderly, almost reverent”, took the little car and lifted it to Ms lips. Then he turn- ed and hid his face on his father's knee. . "Oh, there in a Santa Claus. there is!" he laid. “Jun see my car! It's got tires and gears and a tlit'rctitial. I'm so glad I- 1---t'm afraid I'm going to cry." Ti" The happy day sped on. All the': morning Father and Bobby played', with the little car. l-‘ather pointed out i all the complicated mechnniqms ui the tiny machine and Bobby looked; and listened and mlrveled. He (qud' not be separated from it own tor a' minute. it stood by his plum while the sacred ordinance of turkey and" cranberry sauce was obsen'ed, and', now, while Mother washed the dishes,9 he lay on his stomach, chin in hand/ with eyes riveted on his treasure. Her, was enjoying to the full one ot the' rarest experiences. in lite-the posses-7 Mon at his heart's desire, . i Father stood at the window, “4,118 moodle at the merry crowds In the streets far below. He 'mrs trying lo ly, Futher Bung himself (loin on the floor by Bobby and‘sazed with strain- ing eyes, every guscle tense, at the "rating model. Bobby had set up part ot an'old toy train outfit. a min. tature hill with a roadway winding up and down around it, and up and down this hill the little our was speeding. As it reached the beginning ot the ascent there came the momentary pause and then the change or sound as it began to climb. The man watched it with unwiuking eyes. perspiration starting on his forehead. After sev. eral bruthless minutes he maimed the model from the track and stared at it as it his gaze could melt it part from part, At lag! he drew u long, sobbing breath. “I see it " last," see it at last'.". N am so thanktul, Dearest," she said, the happy tears glistening In her tender eyes. Then she added mir- ettiemrushv, "lt is a great combination, Orri't it? Norton and Son!" And “Son" fhondered what she meant. Bobby scrambled to his feet and looked at Father with troubled eyes. What could he have done to the pun cious car? He had never seen Father look like that before. "Than it'. Good heavens, of mum: that's it! Blackhead, not to have seen that before'." [ He caught Hobby up in 'his 1"yns "Let's and Mother.'" he showed. "What have you two boys been do- l him has?" Mother asked, before she can; “a a glimpse ot Father's face. Then shi , turned pale. She who was indeed one " with him, understood. "0h, Robert'." P01A she cried and his Joy titiocted through , uht her face and voice. ', saft They found each mum's arms' 5nd Bobby put his arms around both thei: necks and bound them close together. “Just to think, Annie," Father gala! at last, "it Cas Bobby's running the] little car up And down the hills um! flututr put pe on the poem. if I had I not alvcn it to him, I should be put.' all“ over it yet." I that he knew how to keep: Christmas well if any man' alive possessed the knowledge. 1 May that be 3me said of us. 3 and all of us!"-.);. 1 "What sound?" Bybhy naked Much!- it I. I. . {Ill ”Illa”! “I! All LIIY J'"" .--‘ Itwaralways sand of hirm',vious to that the 25th of I). with last Wag hearts. Ttre he whispered. "I Only I that “the "t.retnains pupae our homes and ourselves receive the Great Gift that comes us on Christmas Day. And to make ready, let us fir., mutant. the story of His life; ho, Ho an. to arch, how He lived hem and how He left. The story is or, of the simplest ever written; of t',r who was s poor mu!) who new-r hm. any money to give to any one, vs! never bottrht gifts of any kind. Win, he nu VII Him-elf. wt! of that H» he nu in Him-cu, and or that u. give freely Ind gladly. n is H birth ttit we ire to celebrate $t' Thursday. We are to give thaw that He all: to us. and for (L; gust add lasting Gift we tric ', others. Everything that we give tr' Christmas Day is in memory of Hr Do We think of this enough? ly, we. tell our children as. much m u this moat precious of all Gifts as v, do about Suns (Elms? The whole Bust, of Christ's qsttti:._r to earth, as told in the iour gasps“ is summed up by the late Dr. Georir Hedges in his beautiful hook, “Why the King Came," in these womb “This tells how once the King .. Glory came from heaven to vim ',s here on earth and live among: us; hue. He was born in Bethlehem u!- brought to Nmreth; how He Wt", nbottt “Hing people of the hump kingdom and doing good, nfnistvrit _ to the lick and the poor; how He WH- misunderstood and disliked and hr ed, hill at last they took Him to Jrr. uh. Ind nailed Him to g cross, _ that He died; and how, "tut thu lie cutie to life again and went in. into lumen, promising to return." Tikd in "Umory of the little eh who! was born in a Mable at Bed hem on a Christmas Day, ce :tur ago, we are Lo keep Christmas ugz. thiaycar. Christmas alw7sys win kept as lung as the world ewlun but the way of hearing it rents tsi' each one of us. Let us make Ol gifts, but with each one let us gi'. homething of ourselves. Let us t' them up with love, And dispatch tLe, with thoughtfulness; let us make ." gifts that cannot take with them ti spirit of Christ; 3nd, uith Tiny Tit let us any with hearts that mean 1 “GOD BLESS US, EVERY ONE." "it was I cohrhut very hem morning cn which I joined the tt sands of pilgrims who streamed of the Jatttt Gate on the way to " lehtm. And 3 mctloy. pictures crowd it must. _ - "A two houru’ walk brought I the quaint, old world little tou it. setting of olive-grows and trem, nestiirw among the Ju, hills, gsnd looking so old and I that one might well believe it i changed since Christ first open: eyes on it. i "It is but n tiny room. thi, 1mm of the dumber; as it is called. ar. zit com-ins but a small altar. said . ;occupy the very ground on which ti: ‘Wile Men from the East prostrate .tliemnlveo before the infant Ji,rcs .. "But that day the narrow Ara-1 so narrow that one could alrr shuke hands across any of them. xx already full of life and color. P: in; through the nurket-place. t'r is the world-famous Church of Nativity, I followed the sttvasn people until I found myself mm- the crowd in the Field of tho >3 herds-the very field in which, s" , Tttion says, tho nheplwrds v Watching their flocks thyt "at-m: i night more than nineteen mm .30. "in the field were p1 iests m in blessing the pilgrims, an! an ceiving' my benediction l 'r, back to Bethlehem in time to lh the procession of priests an] to the Church of the Nativity. "At the head of tho pchi~ united the Purine}: of .Icrmalw. stately, impressive thiure in w- even ttortreoutr--vertmetus w .. h bodyguard of almost equally spig- prim baring aloft towering war and maatnifieetst banners; while hind agate a most picturesque nu v‘ tMet, and people. t,' no by one these hundreds of v ippera filed through the low. 1 now doorway leading into the clur until the building was 'ull 01m, s" sutNeatioet. "Here urvices are held all thrt Christmas Day and night until " breaks, the Patriarch himself hating mes at midnight. “From the church and its and solemn service I found Into the famous 'Grotto of tivity." . used to be dedicated to Sam" Christan: at Jerusalem. It in Christmas in the mar» mu Yule-log fires and ,vikrr frocks; " is Christmas in the comma Moths! i1ltirtg time cocks: It is Christmas on the highway In “a mating busy man; But th. but, truest Chm! [I the Christmas in tho but "tr.'.] my w the y em or [H into Fairwood on Roderick Dale In. little ttueMs who spend the holidays Mr. De platform. he count, out to " them in u We to wan. ah: bells up When ten minu mu mu end from an of hurr it, esls v it “a All He wu " C0 F: The Mrs " wr ht IN melon: