1 HE CHRISTMAS STOCKING. N . je ghostly light I'm Hililllg UlUSulg of long dead Decem bers, Wlille the Are-clad shapes are fitting In unit uut among the embers - kill mm fltfWimw0n ",y 1"'"r rthstone In anil 1 vi.4AX7i; 5TB niui ve . fo for In seem mm lug 1 can dimly we the faces ana the scenes of which l'ui dream ing. 0 golden Christmas days of yore: In sweet anticipa tion I lived their joys for days beiore Their glorious reall .allou; And on the dnwn Of Christmas morn childish heart was Knocking A wild tattoo. As 'twould lirenk through, I unhung my stocking. My As Each simple gift that came to hand, how marvelous I thought It! A treasure straight from Wonderland, For Santa Clans had brought it. And at uiy erics Of glad surprise The others ui! came flockln. To share my glee And view with me The contents of the stociutijt. Years sped I left each well-loved scene In Northern wilds to roam, And there, 'mid tossing pine trees green, 1 raude myself a home. We numbered three And lillllie were we, At adversit fortune mocking. And Chrlslmastlde Ily our fl reside Found hung the baby's stocking. Alns! within our home to-night No sweet young voice Is ringing, And through Its silent rooms no light, Free, childish step is springing. The wild winds rave O'er baby's grave Where plumy pines are rocking. And crossed at rest On marble breast The hands that lilied my stocking. With misty eyes hut stcadr hand I raise my Christmas chalice: Here's to the children of the laud In cabin or In palace; May each one hold The key of gold The gates of glee unlocking, And hands be found The whole world round To fill the Christmas stocking Ladles' Home Journal. I UNCLE JERKY'S I CHRISTMAS. I N C L E J ii R R Y Foster was too stin gy to live, mid every body knew It. Hut everybody didn't l ii ,i. h '4M'HA contrive ..ml mm Slit never had the i i butter nnd ei'i? mon. ey, tluit most every fanner's w ife has for her own use, nil went Into Uncle Jerry's pockets; nnd If she wanted n new gown or a lMii.net or a pair o' slices 1 hadn't orter. my If she wanted 'em, but if she miiHt have 'em, and there wa'n't no posal Ue uirUily way for hi.n to skin out o' get tin' 'ein then Uncle Jerry would go to the store with her and buy 'em and pay for 'em, jest us if she was a child or an ijiot, and Incapable o' dewui' business on her own hook. If Aunt ltelscy hadn't had the best dis position In the world, she wouldn't stood it all them years. As It was, It wore on her, .ml told on her fearful. Though Uncle Jerry was one o' the richest men In town, she might 'a' been the wile o' the poorest and niiser'blest, so fur's any out wari Indication was consumed or in ward indications, cither for she was al wcrs half starved, and wn'nt tiothiu' but (kin ami bones, as you might say. Uncle Jerry grew wuss V wuss, and come along inwards Christmas, he got a bran'-new crochet fer savin' Into his head. It was at family devotion one niornin', jest before the readin', that he divulgated it to 1.1a wife. He funis the place In Ne heinlnr he alwers read the long chapters In fall and winter and puts his thuin' In to keep It, Ihen, drawin' on a long face, lie looks at Aunt Betsey over his spe' til de, and says he: "Wife, I are of a notion Hint this 'ere Christinas business Is all foolishness! Keen. If It must be a sin in the sight o' the J-onl to eat so much one day in the year. I don't believe it's necessary to make pigs V gluttons of ourselves In order to have thankful hearts; and if we go to meet In', nnd so on, why ain't that enough? I reckon we'll sell tho turkey this year mil have our usual dinner, 'long's there ain't no children coiulu' home, nor nothln'." Aunt Betsey set there with her hands in her lap, not exactly thlnkln', hut kinder wonderln' and grievlu'. And when they kneeled down to pray she kept on wonder in' more'n ever. She wondered what he had to lie thankful for, anywuy, "Now, if Kllen could come home!" Ellen was their daughter, nil the child they hnd in the world, and she lived so far away that she couldn't afford to eon.e home and bring the children bein' she was a widder and poor but, oh, how her mother did wnnter see her! "What did she care about turkey and plum puddiu' if Kllen and the children couldn't eat It with her? Yes, the money might as well be put in ' VOUH WIKK l A VKKV SIl'K WOMAN," the bank; she dldu't care." So she thought on and on, not hardly seuslu' the prayer a mite, She went out to her work In the kitch en fcellu' all broke up. She didn't know ahould le, 'less she'd iHen kind r S4'cretly hopln' to have Kllen and the Christmas was more than she could bear. There wa'u't uothlu' to her, do time, as you might say, and this was the last straw on 'he carnal' back, 'T ksM li any rate, all to once she give out and had to go ter bed, The next moruiu' she couldn't get up, hut Uncle Jerry didn't think much about it, s'posed she'd be up binieby; but when he come in to dinner, there lay his wife jest the mime, as if sh? hadn't no thoughts o' gcttiu' up. He didn't know what under the sun to do, but he knew he must do somethin', so he bet a brick ami put to her feet, ami was jest making a mustard plaster to put on her somewheres when Mis' Hop kins happened in. She we how it was with Aunt Betsey In a minute. She's awful cute about some things, Mis' Hopkins is, and she ain't afraid o' no man livit.'. "Uncle Jerry," says she, matter of fact as you please, "your wife's a very sick woman, and she's goiu' to die right off, I'm afrnid, Mess we hyper round and do somethin', and do it quick. But fust I'd better step over 'n' fetch the doctor." Uncle Jerry was wonderful took down. All of a suddon he realized that his wife was invnlooalile to him; he felt that he t'Nrl.B JKKRY SKT 1'AL.K AS A STATU. could not get along without her, nohow. He was as anxious to have the doctor as Mis' Hopkins was, and told her to hurry and bring him, 80 she went he lived neaT by and she says to him: "Doctor Cross, now is your chance to do a deed o' humanity, and put a spoke In Uncle Jerry Foster's wheel for all time! If he's got any heart and feeliu's you must find 'em and work on to 'em for his wife'a sake. It would be cruel to bring her back to life, 'less you can do somethin' to make that life eudoorable. Don't, I beg on ye, raise her up to live ou In the same old skimpy miaer'ble way! Better let her die and done with it." They discussed and considered over the matter for a few minutes, then went to gether to the house. They found Aunt Betsey layln' J 1st the, same only she stopjied cryln'. The doctor examined her and dlnggernosed her case as well as he could, then he motioned Un cle Jerry out into the other room and sliet the door behind him. It seems the doctor took him awful solium and In dead earnest, and aaya he, to begin with: "I'ucle Jerry, do you set high Tally on your wife's life?" "High vally on my wife's life?" aays Uncle Jerry, red In U.e face. "Of course I dew. What you talkin' about?" "I was here when you fetched her home a bride. I remember how handsome she was; plump as a pa'tridge, fresh as a flower, and al laughiu' and chipper a girl as I 'bout ever see. Changed, terribly changed, ain't she?" tumln' to Uncle Jer ry and feelln' in his pocket for his hau' k'chif to wiie away the tears. "It does beat all how she's changed," saya he, "Changed!" saya Uncle Jerry, 11 of a fluster, "of course she's changed! Why, we've Ihhmi married goin' un -3 year! You rau't expect a womau to stay 18 all her life!" "I know that farmers' wives grow old pretty fast as a gineral thiug; break dowu young, don't they? But, Uuole Jerry," siiunrin' round ou him suddenly and look In' him In the eye, "1 want to ask you to compare your wife's looks with the looks of other women of her age In town, no handsomer, no healthier than what she wao w hen you married her, and tell me if you thluk there'a a difference. Now, they're different from your wife, and why? I ask yon fair and candid, why shouldn't she look as happy, be as happy and make as good a 'pea ranee every way aa them women? And why la it that ah OLD FATHER TIME RECEIVES THE NEW YEAR. has took to her bed in the prime o' life and don't wnnter live no longer? For I find that's about the way it is with her." When Uncle Jerry came back he went up to the bed and sat down beside his wife and looked at her. She was asleep, and Mis Hopkins thought he must 'a' realized how pitiful she looked for she seen him draw his hand acrost hia eyes two or three times on the sly. Binieby he got up and went out to Mis' Hopkins, and, says he: "What was the doctor's orders? What can 1 do to help ye?" "He ordered nourishin' food, and wine, and so ou," she says, "and I guess the fust thing you may kill a chicken, if you're minter, and git it ready fer the broth; then go over to Jim Jackson's and buy a quart or so of that oldest grape wine o' his'n. She'll be awake by the time you get bnckwith it, I guess." Uncle Jerry didn't so much as wink at mention of the chicken, but when she spoke o' the wine so offhnud and;mnttSfrt o course he drawed in his breath once or twice kinder spnsiuodicky, but he never opened his head. When the broth was ready Uncle Jer ry asked if he might take it in; so Mis' Hopkins tilled one of the chiny bowls that was Aunt Betsey's mar's and set it iu a plate with a cracker or two, aoid he took 'em along. The broth was good and strong, nnd when Aunt Betsey tasted on't she looked at her husband real kinder scairt, and, says she: "Where did this 'ere come from?" And he 'aughed nnd says: "It's made out o' one of our best I'lymouth Rocks; is it good?" A wonderin', quiverin' smile hovered for a minute on to her poor face; she didn't know what to make on't. But when he lugged In the jug o' wine and poured out a hull half a tumbler full uud handed it to her, her eyes fairly rtuck out of her head with astonishment, "Drink it; it'll do yon good," says he. "It's Jim Jackson's oldest grape wine you've heard tell on." "Why why, husband!" she whispered, "didn't it cost an awful sight o' money?" "Only $3 a gullon," he answered, tryin' to smile, but look In' rather ghastly. She sipped It slow, eyein' him over the top o' the tumbler aa she done so; but pretty soon she set it down and spoke again, awful meachin', and 'pealin', her lips trembllu' as if Bhe was going to cry, "I'm sorry to put you to so much ex pense, husband. I'm afraid I'm afraid it ain't wuth while!" He got up and blowed his noe with all his might and main. "I want yon to get well, Betsey. I want you to get well!" he managed to say. The strangest expression come Into her face you ever see In any creature's. Then, as If struck by somethin' In his looks, she find.!; star K W ' ' Ira A Wn TF,If Nf Christmas holly overall Nxdoorc V XtjVJ . I 11 filKtK Ik Mmfil cunt Kin a lnnA tsl f Uruivii.lHt, seemed to get a dim idee that he was dif ferent, and she tried to make out how it was, but couldn't, and, bein' too tired and weak to think much, she jest shet her eyes and give it all up. That night Uncle Jerry harnessed the old mare and went over nnd got Mary Ruell-to came V stay with 'em a spell. Mary's an excellent good hand in cases o' sickness, and bein' an old maid, she's always ready to go and dew fer the neigh bors. She's a prime nuss and housekeep er, and she's good company, too jest the kind o' person to cheer Aunt Betsey up, you know. Wall, it come along the day lit TR0OPKT A PARCEL O' Cnil.PRRN. 'fore Christmas, and Aunt Betsey lay back in her easy chair in the cheerful sit tin' room. A pitcher full of late fall flow ers stood on the mantelshelf; a cracklin' tire was burnin' in the open fireplace, and the old tabby cat lay before it on the rug, purrin' for all she was wuth a perfect pictur' of content. The door was open Into the kitchen, and she could sec Mary steppin' round about her work, gettin' ready for to-morrer. She could smell the stuftin' for the turkey, and the plum puddin' bakin' In the oven. She knew there was a hull shelf full o' pies in the pantry she see 'em yesterday six mince, six punkin, three apple an' three cranb'ry tart. She thought it was too many to make at once; and seemed so Btrange, She sighed and laid her head back, with the old look on her face. She was thinkin' of Kllen and the children. She sat there, blamin' herself and think in' what a poor, weak kind of a mother she was, till the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then, all at once, she heard a noise outside. The stage had stopped, and there was the sound o' voices talkin' and laughin', and of feet hurryiu' up the steps. Then the door opened no, it was burst open and in trooped a parcel o' children, and behind 'em, not fur behind, with her hands stretched out and the happy tears stream Ui' down her pretty face, come her daugh ter Kllen! Htap bHMsrmifc rests cu(ryui)t uf cai), , U t rrj trtalpe fotir soft f souls iolljt barf of fOao. HI IPS ftVWcbuith WRins Woudaiid dear IjU For k Wilt (5nsrhi1d boro o S UO) ytiP. ' oHirornKanaloury,in jwmarlit. of Pronvse mji)t CasurjSiy . calter lout and kindrrf js (wya)ri at can ! JCIory be Io(joi OD.bb-'Pfacwodsooduill Jtoarinan .. . , How them two Kissed and clung to one V other, till the children got out o' pa tience and wouldn't wait no longer for their turn! Then Uncle Jerry came to the resky and says, betwixt laughin' and ery in': "There, there, children! I guess that'll dew! It's my turn now," and he took her to the lounge whe-e she could lay and rest nnd still be with 'cm all. She pulled him down to her and kissed him and whispered: "Oh, husband, how pood you be! You've made me the happiest woman in the world!" Uncle Jerry got away as quick as he could, nnd went out to the barn and set down on the hay cutter and laughed and wiped his eyes till he was some calmer. Then he fell on his knees and thanked God reverently for showin' hira before he died what true happiness wuz, and how to get it for himself by bestowin' it on otliers. New York Tribune. Another Year la Dawning. Anotlier year Is dawnlngl Dear Master, let It be, In working or in waiting. Another year wltb The, Another year Is leaning, Upon Thy loving breast O. ever-deepening trustfulness, Of quiet, happy rest. Anotlier year of mercies. Of faithfulness snd grace; Another year of gladness, In the shining of Thy faca, Another year of progress. Another year of praise; Anotlier year of proving Thy presence all the days, Another year of service, Of witness for Thy lov; . Another year of training For holier works above. Another year is dawning! Dear Master, let It be On heaven or else In heaven, Anotlier year for Thee. Don't A boot Gift. Don't above all things ask m b, wnetner yon may exchnnge her gift Don t forget that It is the Inward imirit mat ni a Ken tne real value of the offering. 'on i r(irr!ra uissiuisractton with a gift, no matter how great your disappoint ment. Don't above all things be guilty of mak ing a list of articles yon desire. This is a species of polite blnckmnil. Don't, even in yonr innermost self, irpee- ulate as to whether your gift will bring a return, and above all a return in mone tary value. Don't forget that the chief charm of a gift is essentially the surprise. Don't, therefore, barter with a friend as to re ciprocal gifts. Don't, if you have neglected to remem ber a friend, wound her pride by sending a New Year's gift in exchange for her Christinas present. The motive is too ap parent. Don't give gifts because yon feel com pelled to do so from a sense of social obli gation. There are other ways to acknowl edge Indebtedness than by making the holiest of holidays a matter of trade and barter. Don't consider the Intrinsic value of a gift when you are the recipient. And when you are the giver let the gift be costly aa thy purse can buy don't be skimpy! Another Altered Will, Little Alice Mamma says she ain't go ing to give you anything for Christmas this year. Papa's Maiden Sister Oh, she isn't, eh? Why not? Little Alice 'Cause the present she give you hurt year was worth twice as much aa what yon give us. M ill Receive Calls. "Do you expect to receive calls on New Year's dny?" asked Willie Hicoilnr. "Yes," answered Mamie Hollerton; "I'll have to. The telephone exchange where I work wouldn't give me the day off. Isn't it mean?" Washington titar. A C lincher, Mra. Cobwigger You are to ask only one more question the whole evening. Freddie Then, ma, if Sauta Clans really brings the presents why am I not to look out of the window if an express wagon drives up to the aoorl Judge, A Definition of Christmas. Sunday School Teacher Johnny, what does rhr.Btmas mean? Johnny My pa says Christmas means swapping a lot o' things you can't afford for a lot o' things , CHRISTMAS MUSINGS. Whate'or the facts or fancies of our' creed. They are divine if they but serve our needs! And hence the brightness of that glorloua That still is called "The Star of Bethle hem A Star, beyond all other stars, designed; riV. h..A u mini, lnull'A Oil llDinkllld. And through the various lenses of the sonl To warm and cueer ana eievum uw nuim, And what, although Its broad snpernal beams May be but concentrations ot the gleams That III up many an eastern Hnddlia s breast. To shed erewhlle their radiauce o'er the west ! llThn,nla tlia Lfnila n, mlnf nf the linmS. In essence, light and love are all the same. Both myth and mystery must, iu un iuuiK cling. Else Progress has no source from whence to spring. Here none superior knowledge may assume. As mind and matter are conceived In glooun Dispelled one cloud of the profonud eclipse. ..t hnnnn Tinmen WH Rtntld. With peace and Joy widespread throughout - the land, While merry little household Chrlsts are born Of every song and smile this Christmas morn. Then let onr Inmost souls ascend In praise To that mysterious power who guides our ways; And let us truly thnnk him, one and all. For all his Chrlsts and Vedas, great and small Rut, oh, alas! that we should only see His love nnd care In fufl prosperity I . or that discomfort for a single hour Should prompt us to deny his fostering powerl Oh I when shall it be clearly understood That evil's but the darkest shade of good; That in some great equation may be blent Darkness aa though 'twere light's true com. plemeut? hut now that we arc all assembled here Ou this glad day, the white stone of tha year As on this elevated plane we stand, Let us give those below a helping hand. Let each produce what treasures he has got Krom any lore he loves no matter what; Hut all the Christian needs, on his account. Will simply be "the Sermou ou the Mount. Jcuuess-iVllller Monthly. A FLORIDA CHRISTMAS. How the Iln ppy Iny Is Celebrated in a Fair Southern City. HRISTMAS in Florida is a novel ex perience to North erners. There th 4a mnuner of observing ri i " W this holiday is more line a uui i " v. July celebration than anything else. The incessant firing of torpedoes nnd fire crackers in the mid- 4 die of the day and fC' technics in the even- -r'.--,' ing rob the day ot much of its mythol ogical and sacred significance. A stroll through a typical town in the realm of fruits and flowers gives a person from the North some startling ideas. ' The show windows are full of tirecrnckera, Uomiin candles, sky rockets, packages of torpedoes nnd other fireworks. The July weather in present, aquatic and field sjort8 are carried out in accordance with, a regulnr picnic program, and the sight of thousands in holiday attire on a race track, the borders of some pretty lake 0 a baseball park, gives little hint of a cele bration which at the North is attended with sleighing, skating and Christinas trees. Ouly in the churches is the commemo ration suggestive and fnmiliur. In some of these a great Christmas ship, with evergreen-trimmed masts, is displayed. Bright little lnds and pretty maids dress ed In white and carrying tinsel wands distribute presents to everybody. In tha negro quarters, too, the real ynletide fer vor is shown. No one loves a holiday better than a negro, and the eating, drink ing and singing in the rough, hoarded huts is engaged in with ardent zeal. Through latticed windows and open doors may be seen the smoking turkey and 'possum, hoe cake, pumpkin pies and watermelons. The patriarchal colored preacher summons all his dusky clientele to the rickety frume church in the after noon or evening, fixing the minds of hia auditors on the sin of chicken stealing and wandering In the white folks' orange groves after midnight Then all hands join in the chorus of the old Christinas song: Shin' on, shin' on; Donn' git weary, chillunl Shin' on, shin' on Oh, Jerusalem! The weird chanting, accompanied by the regular tapping of the feet of the Bingers on the pine floor, is followed by an adjournment to some large barn, where th music from the negro orchestra a vio lins and banjos for hours keep up the dance, between fragments of "All de darkies am a weepln', Massa's in de cold, cold groun,' " and "Suwanee River," the plaintive strains being wafted sweetly through the swaying pines. "Well?" Need Not Interfere. "I don't see your mistletoe," said be, glancing up at the chandelier. "Is It real ly necessary?" replied she, archly. II wasn't Judge. The Flirt. The mistletoe she keeps In view. And though she says she won't. Bhe s angry with you if you do, And cut you U yon don't