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event and spiritual truth-
Amportant of aii events, the
fringes the ice-house with an orderly
row of icicles that look like whit
corrugated carrots. and manufactur
crackle and the sunburst of line lines
radiating from the point of contact.
balloon
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church party
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As they loaded the things into the
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streets, seming by the best
calculation, to store up "
chill bleakness rather than arordin:
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Cold . . . COLDER! •
Sleigh bells jingling by on the road!
Merry Christmas
Jesus the Christ said: "Inasmuch as
nf n done 11 unto the least of one
0 . . : my brethren, ye have done
it unto Me!”
16 ' were very glad lo pass the sleeping
( • I ouse and find a refuge in the old
p ' barn and a bed on* the fragrant hay.
Change AU lnt0 Love
i .mrintmaw day shall chanze
1 f1**11 and quarrals into Lava—m
peep-hole near the top Iis conscience.
Tommy, bright
two for her to easel of the world.
We live in an age when we think
bestows his cheerful chatter and shin-
ing eyes upon us without charge and
great generosity.
“I had something to give him. Guess
I'll run over after supper,” says Can
dice, making the first luscious incision
into her layered waffles.
His name is Billy and he's about as
big as a grasshopper: he gets “under
foot" and Is always frolicking at some-
body's heels like a puppy. He it was,
upon one occasion, who explained to
us the nature of his dinner.
“Veil, William,” we said, apropos
or his third cookie in the middle of the
afternoon, “Didn’t you have any din-
nerr
“Oh, yes," he beamed upon us, “We
had putting for dinner.”
"Putting?” we inquired. “Don't you
mean pudding"
“No, putting!" he insisted, “because
we put the flour in, you know!"
Dear little Billy, with his high, clear
voice that always reminded one of wa-
ter running over pebbles.
"His father said he was going to get
him a Christmas tree this year," con-
tinued Peter. “I saw him dragging it
troduced to Mr. Miller,
stood there Tommy spied
s little shaver
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COLD WEATHER!
ain't so well tonight,” he remarks,
passing the smoking beauties to his
wife. “Got an awful cold. They had
the doc tills afternoon."
Christuas—and Shorty’s little boy
had even unterstood, her at all. Won- i
der where he was now?
With slow, listless steps, Beryl en-
ture, in the person of a child. 1
us from our sins.. That makes the
wonder and the glory and the bless
Ing, in the birth of Jesus. He came
to-express the divine love, and by
Hl* sacrificial death, to make that
lov® effective unto the salvation „t
all who should believe on him. The
Ero22 on Calvary marks the tragedy
In the life of the child born at Bet.
sick! He lives across the road and denly. Tommy burst forth:
thin, papery Ice In the hollows on the
ground, the sort of ice children like answer to his questions,
to stamp on, delighting in its noisy who is coming with his car
1 out to his house where we are to
our picnic, is an old chum of Mr. Has-1
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I be tuost
most pre-
He had always rather liked her; taken
her heme from churet parties and so > d
There are waffles for supper! Do
you remeuber hoy waffles look and
smell and taste on a cold night, when
you're “holler ns a
b a r-p o s t hole?”
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beautiful Christmas mornlug. In the
colder air there lay a light snow over
all the bareness of the day before and
it wits all ready to sparkle back the
merry glances of the coming sun. But
first there gleamed in the pale blue
sky and gathering dawn the light of
protection against it—not that, but a , - to go
brisk, lively, tingling cold which mnkes ou,e jwnys could get a piece of for brotherhood is even more patent
one hurry to feed the wood boxes he- . he "03, ■ “ and perhaps than at any other period of Hie history
fore dark; a cold that etches crystal ! the .1 ‘
ferns on the window glass, thought- • run an ertau
' fully leaving ar “ tel -- the ton
where you can peer out: a cold that
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The Spirit of Christmas.
wherever there is found one or more
whom we can (and should) assist,
there neighborliness must begin.
A minister once approached one of
his parishioners with the request for
a contribution for the purpose of do-
ing Christian work abroad. The par-
ticular field he had in mind was China.
The man replied that he was willing
to help his neighbors but did not
think he was called upon to help those
as far away as China.
“Whom do you consider your nelgh-
oor?" asked the minister. N “The man
whose farm adjoins me," was the
prompt reply. “How far down into
the earth does your land extend?"
was the next question and the farmer
Just as promptly answered: “To the
center!" “Very well,” said the min-
ister quickly, “There is a man down
in China whose land joins yours at
the center of the earth; he is therefore
your neighbor and needs your help."
This was a new thought to the slow-
going church member. He learned his
lesson and we need to learn the same.
Only as we do so will we be able to
broaden our lives into the fullness of
the life of Jesus the Christ.
The application of the teaching of
Jesus to business and society would
produce a perpetual Christmas season;
a time of peace and joy and happiness
lasting throughout the year.
The giving of cheap presents or
money, however, does not constitute
Christmas; as well expect a bouquet
of flowers (however lovely) to consti-
tute summer! The Christmas spirit,
rather than the Christmas show, hon-
ors Him whose birth, no less than His
life, was the greatest Christmas gift
the world has ever received. The
-hristmas spirit brings us into closer
.■ouch with Him whose very life was
an exemplification of the precept: “It
is more blessed to give than to re-
ceive.
s. Tommy had learned. —--if anything, we need to be
‘and by the way. kept It s I reminded of our duty to our fellow,
secret from the rest of the troop, man more today than our fathers did
that when his stomach growled too —more today, indeed. than ever be-
that "" » ----1» next door fore. This is true because the need
। CHRISTMAS ba merry, and I
w ichal.
And feast thy poor nolgh- :
bora, the grout with tbs
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Sa wrote the poet Tusser
many years ago, but the
suggestion is just as perti-
nent today as it was then.
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“Say, Mrs. ’Askins, do you remem-
ber what that man said?”
“No. Tommy; what are you think-
ing about?"
“Do you suppose he will come back?
You know he bought me a balloon,
and said if I remembered his name he
would buy me another when he came
back."
“Of course he will,” said Mrs. Has
kins.
“Oh, I am so glad. My mother she
just says I am silly when I ask her
and says, ’I am too busy to be bothered
with that. Run along, now!’ And you
know," Tommy hastened to add, “I
haven’t forgotten his name either. It’s
Mr. Miller.”
That night Mr. Miller dropped in
for a minute at the Haskins’. Before
his departure Mrs. Haskins had a
moment of conversation with him
alone. He said, "All right,” leaving
with the merriest kind of a twinkle
in his eyes.
Christmas Eve came. Daddy and
Mother Allister were doing their best
to keep from looking sorrowful. They
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| Their long and weary .journey was
forgotten in the dreams that came to
then "I jus’ come <
r say dat boy o’ mine all right now.
Verm seek dis mornin’—fine by now,
an' can I have d' milk?"
A quick light-heartedness flows over
us. We had not realised how deliber-
atels cheerful we had striven to be.
Billy better! All’s right with the
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pn‛ in the old days' wien they lived .
In Allaniown. He might have fallen ।
in love with her if she had encour- ।
the morning star, and as the children
looked out of the window of their
room they saw that the tier was rest-
ing just over their barn.
Perhaps there never was a merrier
Christmas morning than the three wise
children enjoyed that day. It wasn't
merely because the stockings had
grown big and bumpy through the
night. It wasn't only because they
could even smell the Christmas tree
through the crack in the parlor door.
It wasn't the new hair ribbons, the
Dutch apron, the small pair of scissors
tied with blue ribbon and the small
pair tied with red ribbon, the angel
cake, the box of “Creole" candy, the
new skates, the extra doll “Fancy."
It wasn’t all these or the play house,
or the pencil sharpener, or even the
writing case that made one of the ec-
static youngsters say, "Next Christ-
mas, when old Sant’ comes down the
chimney, I'm going to make him kneel
down, then I'll whisper in his ear:
You old Santy Fatcake!”’ And it
wasn't every blessing of the day that
made them thankful enough, for, pull-
ing an orange out of her stocking, one
of them was heard to say, “Santa,
you're giving me too much fruit." But
It was something sweeter, greater and
more beautiful, something that was in
the under thought of all their hearts
and that was presently to be in their
experience, for, as they ran down to
the barn. carrying their new treasures
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eolder: A careful scrutiny of
:av lers who were mlung 'their way
towards the tarm house that they
coula not keep their closely wrapped
knew only too well that they could
never begin to give the children the
number of things each wanted. The
children had all gone to bed. Just
Daddy and Mother Allister were in the
parlor fixing up a little, scraggly tree
when a knock, ever so gentle on the
front door, attracted their attention.
“I am sorry to bother you at this
hour, but I wanted to wait until I was
sure Tommy would be in bed. Per-
haps you would feel better to know
my name—Miller,” he said, shaking
hands with Mr. Allister after deposit-
Ing his load on the table. "I’ve a tree
outside here,” and he hurried out to
get it
The next morning was never equaled
in all the annals of the Allister fam-
ily. Such excitement. such happiness.
Tommy, after his recovery from sur
li h w .i d that way to others on fhat
rs evening. It seemiod to two
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tren a strunge clirist-
vo The fnilina snow
hnnged in sleet and
•et had turned to rain,
iispvointed children
ing tbeir ttokingabz
actor, and it could
to the idea. 1 9ute
Mrs. Perkins WM ,
middle-nged widow wh.n
few roomers to help
She *as not quite suh 5
right to have Billy rorstht
she had an inherited
actors, but he paidtwicerd
she had ever had befor •j
did not cause any extra lord
far as she could determina
human being nuch like t. 18
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that a young unmarried nJ
receive m, and t
He was the onl mon who ; 1 undie dry much longer and that the
--m——-—=---mn ' night was very dark indeed. They
erimnchted the ■
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Do sou, now?
"Get out the maple I
sirup," orders Can-
dice, flopping over
the wattle iron and
making a particu- l
larly neat job of,
been there si?
undwas livin,
kins’ OnCentes,
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Fourth of July and Tommy
ilke all the other seven rhi-
dPen of the busy A ister
- family was out bright ani
early. Tommy had a Eren
3 friend in the lady next door. ;
Tommy had learned.
noise of the horn grew nearer, Tom-
my's eyes enlarged.
“Aren't those whoppers, though."
Tommy sighed. “Gee!”
“Wouldn’t you like one, Tommy?"
suggested Mr. Miller, digging into his
pocket. "Now, I'll tell you. Tommy,
if you know my name next year when
I come after these folks on the Fourth,
I'll buy you another balloon.
It was almost Christmas now, and
Tommy was once more in the Haskins
kitchen, watching preparations for an-
other feast, but of a different sort.
The most wonderful pies, cakes and
I puddings were being evolved. Sud-
Dinner Centerpiece
ive centerplece for the
noar la made by cutting
point atar out of white
g Thia la placed smooth-
rd. The fluffy upper side
d apart a little to simu-
nd pprinkled thick with
owder. Bl the center of
I a bowl or tall Him vaaa
holly twig* nA ncarlet
the edges et the utar are
She chose -trained in vain for sleigh bells, but a
the cleanest looking tahle in‘the room. । zentie volee had fallen upon them with
A man was already seated there. She i " happy Christmas greeting from Mrs
sat down opposite him and began to Roselud (for so they called her) and
she had called them to the joy of a
As we celebrate the anniversary of
the birth of Jesus let not the going
A0w.o the suin mark the decline of
comi, .. ................. tne ( hristmas spirit but, as the days I
Eoming.o.God to earth, in human na and go, and we enter the new
to save year, let us each one reach out the
—— loving hnd to the sick, the unfortu-
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she woke up. I
Mrs. Perkins had just fimis4
ing this and several other intM
the Ladies’ AM society, when
the progressive ladles asked:A
"Well, what are we to do vd
for Christmas? It doesuit MM
not to do anything, when hes
from his people and all." ; I
Everyone else had been think
same thing, but had not dared
tion it, and none of then m
suggestions to make. No one I
ask him to dinner (they wens
and Mrs. Perkins herself, whel
should have asked him, had M
to go to the hotel so •» 5
to do so. They certainly M
give him ties or socks, as M
kins assured them that be b
dreds of socks and thomrnoh
which everyone readily bdbj
they had never seen bin M
the same.
It certainly looked like a
mas for Billy. But next M
Perkins lived a dear old 05
had been housekeeper far *1
for many years. Every Onj
made mittens for all “8 58
the neighborhood, and "hen.05
too big for mittens, P"
to the giris and necktesatnm
She was a community !»•“■■
nobody ever thought 0
tion with Billy. mm
But when Christmoas Man
rived, and Center street"
Ite toys, Billy had not b«a
The Perkins children
tag their paekagesto.d
keeper next door whe *
discovered an envel P* * i
darted upstairs, and
on the actor a door "I
envelope under.
“What could it Mjr 1
Perkins, for she
Christmas card. wonde
She had not long
ever, for Billy 8008 Me
down flourishing i e
bill which he had Touornce
lope, and called t J
coming he to d (KnGdun
Mrs. Perkins of AN28
the welcome pres- VE
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had suggested M 43
him to giv.4 Ly7
party next door
in honor of the
housekeeper. H
told her to take
the children over
there quickly. 48
he would be back
in twenty minutes.
True to his
word, he wM «
there in twenty
minutes, and witl
him the whole
Ladies' Aid 50.
ciety, and, to th
delight of everyonedndo
ice cream which J t al M
housekeeper !„d much *
with many jokes a Fousn
Then Billy sang 86 nouses
mas songs, kissed1t al lb
the brow and ta5" j
1 home. , inVatato
He had so m •"* them ri
ner he had to rer thsa!
was not sorry Notev
Mrs. Perkins at 5
tally suc-
lite holi-
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man I met on Fourth of July was
Santa Claus, and his name is NIr
Miller."
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•he thermometer reveals the tempera-
upon nice ui six above.
! man I Peter pokes around down cellar and
rovers up his apples and potatoes
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comfort them with pictured hopes, and
they were till unconscious of the peace
and brightuess that had succeeded the
storm.
In the house, however, unconscious-
ness had been suspended. Ears
And as for a lover—Beryl winred. I lad been three wise men. following a
Twenty-eight und never a lover! I star, too, but their white whiskers and
Think of spending all ot ones life j pointed sticks had frightened the girls
alone. “Old Mald Kamis" it would be. , who were the angels so that they
Db. how terrible life was; how untit- |contd net sing. And uow it seemed as
terably hard on girls like her. Of thousa ihe real ehristnins would be
course there had been JJack Boulton, lu failure, too.
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flaw* tram the
woods day before
yesterday. Bill was
hop pin' up and
down some, I can
tell you Tickled
t pieces. Gaeas
fat’s where he
aught cold.”
At this polat
there was a great
tramping and puf-
fing in the kitch-
en. People walk
right ia on a cold
night.
“Only me,"
sounds the soft,
slurring voice of
Billy’s Italian fa-
—-e 2a
tresh. dry snow under their neels. Nivt j he ahle to bring him
of them were talking and laughing roads. Their dreamns
with the light euse of those who feel | ly visions of wrecka
at rights witli the world Rut their i scattered about. At t
gay chatter only made Beryl more i there hnd heen a S
and more conscious of her loneliness. I when his mask slippe
There was not a soul in this whole ' nut up bis hand to fix it they knew
City she could call her friene. not on j shat le was not the rept one There
up sqme red beauties to be consumed
later in the evening with nuts and
and early, had solely of ourselves and our immediate
'"5 tores anmion * ut
as he ! ?,.mto a nicnic. ! n debt to our neighbor and that that
inyoendy. Tommy,” she explained in 1 deli must be paid. The story is told
analer...... questions, onurusmpan"mpraxciywuro,
have I Aly zon, John, and his wile.
nized with amazement the large,
astonished blue eyes,
“Jack Boulton! Why. Jack, what
on earth are you doing here?”
Ho laughed that half-amused, balf-
cynical laugh site knew so well.
"I'm down on luck. Beryl—broke.
I came tip here to Chicago three years
ago to put across a deal but things
didn't go so well, ahd I’ve been a lit-
tle on the rough ever since."
Beryl was sympathetic. “I know,
Jack, I think we’re pretty much in
the same boat. I haven't quite won
fame and fortune here myself." They
both laughed.
Jack looked at her a long time. She
dropped her eyes under his steidy
-- • gaze.
I shelf."
1- Soon we are sit-
— ting before a pile
8 of wn flies a foot
d high.
• "Now, P e t e r,”
remonstrates Can-
dice, “don’t give
me such an ever-
, lasting helping;"
HO BEGIN with, it's e.ld
! COLD:: Not your gray
pinched, peaked-y hnckdoor
yard cold where bits of pa-
5 per dance In n forlorn, for-
7 gotten reei; none of your
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ueen Mary. The
r the conditions
. . 0 . . | along to play with tem on the barn we
Chnetiaaae in Brittan lalea tloor. they heard a movement and a i
Christmas was introduced in what I strange ory behind the barn door. And,
are now the British Isles under the , when they opened the door, there 1.
Saxon rulers and was continued, in: the hay were the travelers, the old mi
the winter solstice when the people : with the kindly look, the lovely oi
had little to do. by the Anglo-Saxon w seemed to be his daughter, ai
kings and the succeeding monarchs of , tin unbundled baby, smiling so deep
Norman Mood. The celebrations be- , and so sweetiy. It was the baby th
festivities and was the best of all. It was the ba
“You are very fond of music, aren’t
you. Jack?"
“Yes, when you play it I am." He
came very close to her and took her
hands. “Beryl, I was just thinking
what harmony you culd make out
of my discordant life, it you would.
Could you—could you ever—” he
broke off. His voice thick with surg-
ing emotion.
"Yes, Jack, I could,” and as he held
her tightly in his arms. Beryl was ex-
ultantiy happy, and felt for the first
time in her life, secure.
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“You know, Beryl, I like that sad
look in your eyes. I don't like to think
that you've been sad, of course; but
the look—it's appealing. It's the same
expression that came into your eyes
when you used to play those Christ-
mas carols at the church. Heavens,
how you could play them!” His face
lit up with the happy memory of it.
"Do you still play?"
“Occasionally. The piano at my
boarding house is a cheap one and I
hate it, but if you care to, we'll go
down there after dinner, and II play
you all those old Christmas songs.
You have no other engagement ?”
"None," he said promptly, “And if
t did, rd cancel it.”
When Beryl had finished, she rose
from thie piano and faced him. He
was looking at her intently, longingly.
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And no more!
We blash for shame that there could
be found one who is so narrow, yet I
am assured that such people exist to-
day. There are those who, when they
have satisfied the needs of their own,
assume a self-satistied air and say
that they have done their whole duty.
Approach such a person and remind
him of the need of a friend or a neigh
bor ami he will ask the time-worn
question: “Am I my brother’s •keeper?
Haven't I enough to do to look after,
my own family?” The teachings of
Jesus Christ answer the first question
in the affirmative (and the latter in
the negative) with even more emphasis
than God answered Caln when he
originated the selfish inquiry. Jesus
taught that the Decalogue is summed
up in tlie greater commandment—
“Thou Shalt lov they neighhor as thy-
self." und Ills il< tinitio of "neighbor"
is any ot wl o needs oth help. Ter-
ritorial ' other limitations do not ap-
ply whet: the case of one in need is
before u .
There is no geographicai limitation
when we are ext nding the hand’ of
assistance to one who needs onr help:
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