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---rty CHARLOTTE OONKRIGBT Five o'eloek and Christmu eve. "A from on t regular story-book Clad-Nun evet" patient u ami'md Kathleen Davis, n she picked sixty-three her way. storming» M. n... "- =, -___ .. - her way, stopping now not! then to look in an attractive store window, through the 1lh"t,'h'agf,ti1iie,' crowd. "It couldn't. be bet r if it 1nd _ a“- -_- -""'"'* “nu b"dour," we m"rrtntr, el,','-.,?,',':',', of her only daughter, a muaie teacher. crowd. "It eouldn't be bet r if it had had found few positions available to been made to order!" " gentiewoman of her years who had Cu wit, feathery snowflakes fir.od the no specialized training. She wu there- air Everywhere were futoom of fore grateful (or her present position cedar and holly, glittering trees, all and was most conscientious and faith- tho murmur) jumble of thing: that M. Thoughtful People, people with mark the great Holiday. And above Imagination, must have noticed hee at it all, to give the ftnuhimr and perlect once. touch, the enthedrel bells " the end "Who van that sweet-faced old of the street chiming: Nady? What was she doing here?” "Joy tothe World! The Lord is come!" my would nth. In her dainty white "Joy, good um, {Mm Y... that in the keynote of Christina!" Kathi-on said to herself. Pnuntly trho stopped try a brilliant- ly "thud shop window and mdiod the fares of some of the crowd. It was a Christmas pntreant. She liked to imagine the put in the night's drama that each w" phying. She hoped that it was a Puppy one and that they were all hurrying some»- where where love united them. A "isrni6ed, _ diatinguishnd-iooking, "dee-YK . gentiemen caught her attun- tion. She laughed. The wind had blown away moat of the wrapping- papor from the bundio u waa carry- Inst, revealing a dashing wand-gray "tsetting-home. The absurd pony waa delightfully incongruous with the old tter.tlemanhs outward dignity. . "One of the nicest things shout Christmas," thought Kathleen, “moot speaking tho words nioud. "ia tint It makes us children again." A ("inn-9 passed. He was poorly dressed but his Nee was an inspira- tion. "Tiny Time," she named him. Next came a kindly-faced Irish woman who, she jam. was taking ntl tho poor children in her block to visit some department-store Sum Claus. Sh. had her hands fall managing the brood but oh, the fun she was having! "That's real giving." thought Tath- teen. "She's giving horn]! and that In the only mal gift." - Two women approached. They stood for a second looking in the window. Their faces Were hard and brilliant n posters. "Sho only give me a cheap box of stationery last Christmas,” mapped one, "and I 3:” her tn ox- ponlivo pair of silk stockings. Werlt, Ibo"! not got much from me this year." They wnlked away. Kathleen was infinitely sorry for them. She Joined the moving crowd. Her plans were indefinite. “I - Pm the only one that's not hurrying somewhere!” Her Nee we: wistful. She reaiiy had no place to go except to the room in her hotel. She longed like a homesick child for hom-a place where a lighted tree shine in the window, where a little supper. e ftre in the grate and Mother awaited her. Tu%rhtttil idea came went in. - --- bunch of lilies of window." Ber '1 were her mother' 81:. asked to have . an' "A bit Ind I Pink rot" moi?! 'io with m exquisite. Sh range them In a da tt with me." " "I“. ...__ Outside, she hurried along with tho not of tho crowd. Her eyes danced as Ibo hugged the ribboned box. At the, corner she collided with a fat man carrying home n huge lamp shade. They both laughed zood-nnturedly. 'Wm part of the Christmas pageant new. Go,"thomtht Kathleen and in her heart sang . song of enchartmont. In Wharf: department store, up on the tweifth Boor, Mrs. Mary Scott, a oldorly frail woman was trying not 1. look as wry as she felt. Ordi- gully the “crowned only the noon lunch but u it was to be open late a Christi-II on, tho management had “a. 3 ”odd arrangement to keep mentor iiGtatbesnwnit!" a an}. by; She tried to - hot aching M by shifting bar with “hing Three Lonely People pu, a Game of Fellowship, ould like to WEIR ansaiijiiiiiiii iiiii=1"" I like to see that lovely Hie: of the valley in the Ber we: gloved. They mother's favorite flower. to have them arranged in "A bit of green, violets y too. or two for eolor. io with silver ribbon." It in. She watched him "- In a darling box. “I'll take g NKRIGHT' KINNEY. from one to tho, other. She WIS very potion: u on. it opt to be patient " sixty-three when one is alone in the world ond upon one'l own Wee. Mrs. Scott, since the untimely death of her only daughtor. a music teacher, "Who VII that sweet-Need old lady? What In: she doing here?" they would oak. In her dainty white blouse with its touch of Irish crochet ~carrylng lt- hlnt of better dar.-- she looked like u sweet mother. You hid a sudden longing, " you watched , A young woman came in and seated! .herself at one of Mrs. Seott's tables.I , She wore the gray fur coat and toquei Ethat Mrs. Scott had come to know Pi well. for she often visited the lunch) 'room. nght there was a touch of i lholly ln her color scheme. It was l“Mlss De1itrht"---Mrs. Scott’s private name for her. She had attracted Mrs. ')Seott's attention because she always) lasked to be seated at her tables and ‘while not old-fashioned she was not ‘ like the young girls Mrs. Scott asuauy" :served. “Miss Delight" was decidedly pretty and always well dressed. From her thoughtful, sweet expression Mrs. Scott was sure that she was not the kind of girl who smoked cigarettes, 'drank cocktails and danced "till all hours." In time, they learned each /otlttr's names and each felt the kindly spirit of the other. "Something about ,her reminds me of Marian," said Mrs. . Scott. Whenever "Miss Delight” came Ito her table, it was Mrs. Scott's hap- gpiest moment of the dar-that is, s]- most the happiest. For there was an- i other bright occasion when a tall, . trood-'.ookintr young man with adorable , brown eyes, appeared. He, too, was a r regular daily visitor and he and Mrs. . Scott also had become friendly. her, to tako awn; tho hedvr tray she was eat tying. You united to seat her " tu.sbu and nerve and protect her. "Seems like people might get their shopping done daytimea," thought Mrs. Scott " she folded napkins. "I hope it’s working people who lave no other time who'll be here taFnitrht and not the rich folks who thonghtlessly wait for their shopping till the last minute" A man on the eleventh floor, in the music department, In: singing in: through u ntsgaphone-somethintr about moonlight and blues. I Most of tho people at Mrs. Scott's 'tabzes were merely people. They would be duplicated anywhere. Only (“Miss Delight" and the Man-with-the- '!Adorab1e-Bromt-Eyes were individ- Euals. What interested Mrs. Scott at first, was the Net that they came there at all. By their bearing and clothes. they belonged to a higher-class 'place, It interested and amused her. ‘They had never met, as for as she ”new. yet day after day they came, usually st the same hour, she at the Pittle table by the window, he across .the nisie. However, she had an odd 'conviction-that Rosenberg's, as far as 'these young peopfe were concerned, 'existed solely as a piace for seeing {one another. '""rnTiiii,VGu had often smiled, “I could be the head waitress. I'd sent them together! You don't otter! see sh;;es;ri;w youngsters nowadays." They endeared thqmelvea to her the more because of their old-fashioned b i At.artdart.u. She Hilda two interesting ready for the street, but In I hugs»? ldlscoveries which she kept to herself. I white spron over . wall-pracrvod i/ll'.,',' found Miss Delight’s pretty {sce'blgck tsilk dress. , smtly sketched all over the young», "Merry Christmas, dear girl! Come l mans menu. And one day the Dein. I have s surprise for you." 1 WIN“! Lady had scribbled a bit 0f| Kathleen was at once conscious of; [Poetry on the back of an envelope and unmistakable and delectable odors " :forgotten it: home at dinner Eii,U-F,frirGlai/ i“But all remembered beauty is no dinner time with turkey, ersnberrr/ l more (plum pudding. Mrs. Scott half led, 'Thsn a vague prelude to the thought,' half pushed her "daughter" into . of you--- ‘cheery dining room with a table set Lover of beauty, knightliest and best." for three. There were spotless linen To-night Mrs. Scott had not ogtuny, and pretty dishes and shining silver. led of seeing Kathleen Davis. Evi./Christtttats candles stood on the suffet. " dently, neither had Mr. Robert Hat-i In the centre of the table bloomed the lper, for he was not there. Mrs. Scotti Christmas bouquet. "Am I dreaming a...“ -1--.-..v... Inn-n"! M totras i,U,.'-.Mother?" more Than a vague prelude to the thought of you-- Lover of beauty, knightliest and bet." To-night Mrs. Scott had not dram- ed of seeing Kathie“: Davis. Evi- dently, neither had Mr. Robert Har- per, for he wu not there. Mrs. Scott came pleasantly forward to take her order. "Merry Christmas!" smiled back the White-Rose Lady, as Kathleen had privately named her, so sweet was her fine fragility. "Merry lean, her phires. ",rutrt-briite me a cup of chocolate and a "ndwieh-any kind. I'm not hungry, I just came toAsee_)_r_op!"_ Have an mueh' vuiety as possible in the hommndo undies you EM your friends in the festive season. __ In a few moments the White-Rose Lady returned When she had dain- tily arranged the order on the table, Kathleen tucked into Mrs. Scott's trembling hands the fiorist's box. "Why-why, my dear, it's lovely of you! I . . ." her voice broke. Regardless of convention, Kathleen slipped an arm about her. "I know," she said softly. "They make you think of past Christmases and happiness." Her own eyes were a hit misty. "Pm going to tell you something. I've been coming here to lunch so often {postly because you make me thinh of my mother." "Dear child!" “You. And I've a plan. I want to adopt a Christmas Mother for to- morrow. If you will give me your ad- dress, I'll call for you-unless you have some other engagement-say at two. We’ll have dinner somewhere down town and spend tho day to- gether." "Bless your heart!" beamed the WhitaRose Lady. "How lovely'. I have no engagement but . . . you’re not doing this, dear, just to be nice to me-because I told you about my daughter?" “To-mormw I'll tell you everything kl mean nbout Mother and why I want' to do this. Plane don't romeo! If you knew how I dreamed of this Christmtn. There is one condition. For one day you are to play you are really my mother Ind let me do all the things for you I would love to do for her." - "I think I understand," quietly smiled the White-Rose Lady. "There'll be my condition too. If I'm to be your mother, you're to be my little girl. It's to be a Christmas game for two alone people to escape loneliness'."' "That's it! I knew you'd under- stand. To-morrow at two . . . And wear your flowers. Good night. Christmas Homer!" She was gone but she had left behind her a trail of fairylitrht, a fragrance. a song. The rest of the evening did not matter. Christmas day! Promptly at two, a trray-furred figure ran quickly up the" sfepa of had given her Christmu!” smiled Kath- eyes sparkling like sap- the" address Mrs. Scott lply. "After you left last night, I re- ‘membered that the Smiths-l rent a room from them-were going to be 'nwny to-day. J called up Mrs. Smith land asked her if I might give a din- 'ner. She told me to make myself at home. Take off your things, dear. Put them there in my room. You see." she 'said softly, a lovely llght in her (see, .“you longed for a Christmas Mother i‘No. Your plan was h, dream. You’re going to have‘dinner m with me," the Christmas Mother_s_aid aim- . . . And I got to thinking how you always had to be eating in restaurants and cafes and I thought maybe seeing I was to be Mother to-day, you'd en- joy staying home and having a bit of real home cooking for a change." "Oh, Mother Scott, how wonderful of you! It's exactly the,homey kind of a Christmas I've been longing for but you should have let me share it . . And my dear," ginning at the little table, "there are three. Who in the world beside you and me?" "That's my secret,” smiled the Christmas Mother, "but PII tell you this much--I rather think you'll en- joy our Christmas guest." "Mystery'." Kathleen threw her arms about the white-aproned figure and kissed her. "l suspect WA some forlorn newsboy. tramp or poor we. man you’ve rescued. But nothing our! surprise me now not even if it's the Prince of Wales." Suddenly the door bell. "Oh, my;worked and! goodness!” laughed the Christrninano. They Mother, Bushing like a girl expecting? him of Bet a sweetheart. "Tell me, does my hair ( began "Moth look all right?" I "Sure I k "You'reU picture just as you a Christmas picture." Mrs. Scott, her cheeks I pink as the Christmas rose, threw open the door and Kathleen heard her greet- ing. "Welcome! Weleome, dear boy! And Merry Christmas', Cometrisrht in. Put your hat and coat here. What? Another gift? My'. My!" Virkithlegn peekéd a/ound the door 'tnd---gturped. It was hed-the Sir Galahad of Rosenberg's! Mother, with glowing eyes, was opening her basket. “My! My! Isn't this loveiy? Strawberries, grapes, per- simmons, pears . . . Oh, you dear ex- travagant children . . . fruit and flowers in mid-winter." "Miss Davis, allow me to present Mr. Harper. 1athleen---Psotr--my Christmas children." "You see," explained the young man to Kathleen, "she's adopted me, too." Evidently Bob had been let into the Mother secret. 7 And Kathleen said something about "sueh a lovely idea . . ." ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO 1mm made . pace on the m' Stu. I for the hundaomo basket. She bio _ In the l otrar-rsdi1itiesorttt-1 What mrmthervirgtrt mm!" and [fund than on the hunt of th Wen h” been Christan: Mother. 1 Her child and God's? She "rely haw They lighted the Chum maxi. no sin . and Bob seated Mother Scott a t: Could over anus the little satin foot table as if she had been I queen. That, nutling in her palm, '5. found insisted on carving and neither out " "not. of them would let the Mother lift . Those things the “to! told her! Did finger to serve them. It was the 301M they seem in! dinners. It seemed as if they all Now in thht darkened stable like . had known each other for years. And dreamt lhow good things tasted! _They must have floated through her _ -- - . . . =* _ mntle mind r--; '" '"o"-' --"e - _ spirit of the game they spoke to oneh other intimately.) - _ pur?o-'iti)rhty' asked Bob. (In "“Oh, not Boi, has limited u. to u play, dear/' here r-2853'When did you know," Kath- leen demanded of the young man, greatly surprUed, "that I would u "it wns like this," explained Mother.', "After you went sway last night,‘ along comes Mr. Bob with this big box of candy. He nw the lighU ind thought maybe we'd be open. I gum u thought that he was the Ionolleat man in the city. He seemed like a loot soul. I new how It was . . . we thus :11 being lonely with no folks or place to go to but to a show or the movies. Christmas is a home dty. So I thought wo'd hnve just our own Christmas party." Wuu nan-Iv Jul-val v... VV... -e"_e"""_"'"' , party." I on: merry lying time of ftyel "Dear Mother Scott!" . . . Over the mall Never tl nu permit thee to fruit and candy they exchanged eonft- d-rata' into diatant courtealee and dances. J,',',",'.":,"' was a short story formal "lutationtt. But let us shake: writer. ob was a commercial "tilt- our lriends and familiara by the "I do everything from 1uun and Gill hand, as our fathers and their fathers and beauty-clays to silk stockinv Ind, did. Let them all come around us. grtrnd pianos." He hid I "dden Itt-i and let ul count how many the year epiration. "Mother Scott, you must in. added to our circle. last 11. en- det me paint you " you look to-day ior the present and laugh at the peat. "or my Mother's Day poster. Wouldn't lat u: tell old abode: and invent new ‘ehe be treat. Kathleen.'" (iFLr-iitiGy always, and ingenioua, l "Speaking of pictures," "id Kath-1 if we can. bet ua not meet to ahuae leen addreasing the other guest, Ir/rf, the world, but to make it better by I',',",',,",.,,',',; me of some picture or person our individual example. [at us be I---r don't know which-tire seen." (isatrtoyr, but not men of party. Let I "You feel that war, too? Row many. ua look of the ttme--eheorful and gen- ‘timu I've wanted to speak to rott It eroua, and endeavor to make others lthe restaurant but I didn't dare. I've. as cheerful and generous " oumlveg, i “WHY! wondered where I have seen? Draw the curtains, pile fresh wood on ire or someone like you." “he hearth, and bring your chairs to I "You eogjdn't possibly fver _h'”,the blazing fire.--Curles Lamb. "Speaking of pictures," said Knthl Ieen addressing the other guest, "you remind me of some picture or person --r don't know whieh-i'ire seen." "You feel that way, too? How many' times I've wanted to speak to you in the restaurant but I didn't dare. I've always wondered where I hue seen you or someone like you." l "And could you-mo. of course you eouldn't-remember . small girl who hometimes trang'.---- it was 'Comin' .through the Rye.' " 'i But he did! "You carried "ty tiny lparasol and dnnced between the stun- "viiujospt't possibly ever have lived in the little town of Lunenburg, Norm Seotits."' - “Sure! I lived there until I wu fourteen. My father was Douglu Harper. We lived near the East Ward School. "Then I have seen you."' cried Eet:l leen happily. "I lived over in the Wat. Ward on Haliburton Avenuo with " grmdpuents. Do you reed! Cnptain ostar11nt He was my trrandhither.) And do you remember the exercises at', Central School when .11 the tschools', used to get together? Didn't you speak; pieces?” l "Why, yes. I remember one wnsl 'The lnchcape Rock' and 'The Death of Napoleon.'" l l Volcanic nah ia found in large beds ,in several localities; in Southern Brit- 'ish Columbia. It has also been re. ported recently from near Swift Cur- 'rent, Saskatchewan. Material from lthe Saskatchewan fate, is already l being used as an ing dient in scour- ing soaps and nthvr cleansing com- l poundg. . He hadn't thought of those old recl- tations in years. He laughed, saying, "The kids in sehool nowadays never even heard of them." - iiDirGordii irlaty1tn. about the 288 "Yes, yes. Why, you do remember." "Well, now, here's another of those unexpected happenings.” excinimed the Mother. "ft'g a good thing I plan: Red this _ fu. eyes said eloquently thlt it was a very good thing. Tho little party became a gayer affair than ever. Dinner over, they ind-wed on Mother Scott resting. . r--.y -- --v--~ . They chatted and laughed Ind worked and between spells ran to the pinno. They sung "Noel" and "Little Tdwn of Bethlehem." Presently Bob began "Mother Machree." “Sure I. love the dear silver that shines in your hair, And the brow that's all furrorred and wrinkled with can. Jii,riiGi't be able to enjoy the pity to-night if you don't." __ . .. . n .__-i-" -a Oh, God bless you and keep you/ Mother Machreo!" , "The duilngs!" Tears filled hot eyes. It had been such 1 happy dny! Oh, how good they hld been to her! "Dear Marian.' Dear Mother of Kath- leen'. If you can know, I'm sure you're glad that I gave them this chance to be happy. It was my part in the Christmas trame---ths gift of their Christmas Mother." a)" P' Fatty F/itrlould Gi, Gt all and keep Could ever were the little satin feet That, nestling in her palm, Ibo found so “not. Those things the “gel told her! Did they leem Now in this darkened stable like a - gentle mind ln reminiscent wonder. Did she find Her heart “latter with strange pang. and two While looking on that m bed in the straw? What hnd it mount? (This little child, her own!) Tho" solemn words: "HU father tu- - vid'a thronel"-- "That holy thing which Ill!“ be born of theel"--. “Tho Bon of God!” Oh, pale young mother, she . Must surely have bowed low, remem- tserine, C.l E The r mal lib " 6. The is' come fro: l 7. The r. 8. The a‘ --tuudrts .I 9. A b Catptttthttt, I If we were to fancy . wholly Chris- ! tin-dud world, it would be e world in- 'epitod by the epirit of Chritrttnt- 1'i'.iii'i, friendly, beneiteent, generous, "rmpathetk,'gnutua1ly, helpful world. l A man who in hebitueiiy mun, eeitish, net-row, is a men without Chrintmu I in his trout. Let In cling to FiiiiGGl, {all the more u e dey of the spirit‘ 'which In every ego some souls have :boiieved to be the possible spirit of i human society. . The earnest faith end I untiring endeavor which see in Christ- mas a forecast are more truly Chris- (tion, surely, than the pioneent cynic- " ism of the athoieu, which smile: upon nit as the festival of e futile hope. r’ Meanwhile we may reNet that from ( good-natured hopelouneu to e Christ- , mas world my not be further then / from star dust to e "Gr tsystem.-- ’, George William Curtis. -.umut. 2. The ham used by a carpenter-- hammer. - __ _ -ii." The hum tut is a bed or tmtt--- hammock. _ -irrsrum that goes to market or may Potiot---.hynpr. ' 6: The ham that is I burrowing uni. mal “In I rtsb--htumeter. 6. The ham when has curtain: come from-Nottingham. 7. The unsteady um-Rockingham. 8. The ham that h a sort of fowl --hambtsrr. 9. A boy's name, a letter and u nice piece of inmt--BrdenUm. 10. Another bor'ts name, the Ion of tlimb-Haan. lie Hum. of a eitr--tut is, this contact. sick, and 2,000 ttstr.---'. ton. I... now. you. mun. - um,. holy thing!” Bertha Gerttenux Woods, in Youth': Ham Contest for the Holiday The Modern “an. “Is Santa Claus m crotch: good thin your?" . "I don't know. I called him " and ensued ' can tt bob " tt by Christ. mist be Winn mum My. lt I " that I won“! in" mm; tor any one out!” -UTh. am, w 1 31‘? illti' l tt I - BI Ilird SIN I , ffl ' t, 1lMiGh ‘b ti) 1 - " “/13 a I rt -' 7r: The ham that h 3 small village A Christmas World. A Large Ono. I .. ...- .-,,. l The old n-uItoms M Mothers' Night iwunliy died out, though they still "an!“ In u few remote [mm of tU country. It: plan has been taken to he.» - by Mothering Sunday n that tho North of Eng‘mnd. On that “I I! I everyono who can do so still “a I my yum homewudl, no! the moth. [or - tho homage of - Ntstilm The tor - buy my be "ruetod so that the chide will reproduce in their pk, th- thin:- thnt prepay. than for life. Housebwing tor upped to tho dome-tic instinct of a little girl. Then is nothing that will give her more pieuun and the be more inltrudln thin m opportunity to run a wholo doll haze. Br thin I do not men the ehbore and coltly once, but - thlng tether plain which she can fur.. nish herself. Two ttood-tMed pecking boxes my be lulled together to make, I two-“prey house, windows may be cut in the “doe. and It mey he treated to 0 coat of paint. But lot her " it up to suit herself. She may cover the wells with Inc-reps of her own well paper. make ettrtains of cheesecloth end make rug: for the floor. Gradu- ally the diluent room an be far- nished, and In the meantime there is plenty of fun and much development. The bed for her doll could how I mottreu. pillows. duets, blankets Ind counterpnno, in order that tho "nail mother In” learn real hon-clawing. The toy bureau could be lug. enough to Illow the do1N clothe: to be put any “'11 are. Tho table for the doll family could be large enough for nerv- intt red monk, and the my ho taught with her dishes how to set the (obi. properly. Then we could add a tiny rouge. correct in every detail, with doll-clue enamel cooking utens1ly it is my helpful for a littlp girl to have a plain doll that she csn dress and undress and whose hair she can comb and for whom she may mob clothing. Paper patterns for hot baby's frock. odd pieces of material. and a toy sewing machine will lntemt her in the invaiuablo art of sewing. She could have a complete laundry outf1t.--tub, wringcr. boiler, ctothos basket, ironing board, irons, was. .tareh-and thus be taught the real way to wash ‘and iron, how to keep "nnela from shrinking and how to set colors. With a set of rather large, smooth. plain blocks a church. a house, a barn, a silo, a set of furniture, or a whole village or farm may be constructed. By means of buildings outAta my boy was given mechanics and me- chanical studies in his- play. The out- " consist of all the main parts used Mn machinery, such so pulleys, pour», pinion, "tarts, bums. wheels. [nu-him new. and so on. All these parts are. trtandnrdiaed and Interchangeable, so that I young mechnnie may Add to his outfit u be learn- to build more in: ri- uta thinga. He builds ble things on H mm“ "ale, his hand and mind work together constructing working mod-M of derrick. bridges, traveling cranes. airplanes. engines, fire ladders, amt. truck: and ships. He builds and lonrm while " play. And when a boy grows older he can mule things for himself and his home If he kn I not of earpenter'e was. Of court. it In poor economy to buy In! but ttrat.eU" tools. The wonders of electricity may he opened up to your boy in the play- room. A boy I know has a corner' of his room devoted to his electrical up» pnntul end though but fourteen hm: horned the theory of the telephunu, the phonognph and the tehwaph, and has put hurl-r glut-ma and electric bella in the homes of most of hi. neighbors, " well u in his own. His (other: present to him each your unl'.- ally comm: of dry-cell batteries and the equipment which he needs. My son " the ego of even helped tn build . toy villus» lighted by electricity. r M in education in a toy model of . plum, but it it but to select one with two or thee octaves of the chm. matte sender, for which little backs of simpk dry In unused. A book on woodwork in full of sug- -k iiFihrAr"riter or" a printing pm. ofues develops naturally an interest In writing. - _ A book on woodwork is full of sug- geltioul Ind (“actions for the ynung cur-pone": I book on photography. printing Ind developing; and one on how to study birds and trees will stim- uinb the right kind of activity. And the little girl will learn to cook and nuke doll domes if she receives books written in a lsngulge she can “my understand. The oldest English mu " Moddu NI Nth. In the early dayn. when our Sum fonfnthen had just settled down in the country that wu to be England. the day of December 25th In: given up to can»: and feasting, but the. night was dedicated to the special hope: of mothers. They oeUmied the seats of honor, and everyone brought them gifts. Soul Ind daughters who had Cone out Into the world drove to be It home on that on. night In the your. -riiiiidiater 1h. nurse Yuk In. (inn to thsriatmas, and the N’oiciw - - . ,1 :,,L_ AL- .H-u w ,rPer.".---'"--" . - of the dny wen prolonged into the night, when men sun: and told stories sitting round the e1teerfu1 blag»! an Yuk 10g. P Making Mothers Merry. we T"', a.“ USEFUL TOYS gush nune for Christ. ' MM. or Mothers' early a”. mrhen ppt i will stim- vity. And l cook and then book! can “any