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NO. JJo.
CHRISTMAS BELL3.
fling oat In Joy, O chiming belli'
for In your melody tlicre dwells
The music glnd of Christmas-tide,
On every heart lnton. far nml wld
Ana rosy lips, with Inughter scet,
The happy songs of life repeat
King out In joy I
Itlng out In hope, O chiming bells I
for jour elcnr voice of patience tells
To uniting hearts who promise yield
No golden fruit of harvest fields,
"Whose garnered grain of tolling hand
Lies heaped upon n barren land
Mug out In hope I
Mng out In grief, O chiming hells I
lor In your trembling echo dwells
To saddened henrts a thought of old,
A picture framed In memory's gold,
A vanished face beneath the snow,
A dream of life's sweet long ago
King out In grief I
Itlng out In cheer, O chiming bells I
for In your peals n promise dwells
To listening henrts that strive to heai
The future's voice of hope nnd cheer;
for love nnd Joy will have their birth
As snowdrops spring from Icy earth
King out In cheer 1
Hlng out In peace, O chiming bells I
for Chrlslmns-ttdc n message tells
To eager souls that bravely wait,
And loyal hearts too strong for fate
To crush to earth oh, listen, then:
'TIj "1'cacc on earth, good will to men"
Itlng out In peace!
Clara Leo l'uckctte, In Washington Post
TJ
III Hie darkness ahead there were oeca
clonal flares of rod llntnes, ntul from them
ascended long, comet-like tracks of light
that Unshod Into momcnlnry Mazes. The
boom of the camion, the wlcrd shrieking
of the shells nnd their sharp explosion
blended In one wild devil's concert.
The hoy from Mnlno drew Imck quickly
from the muzzle of the starboard gun No.
1 of the United States gunboat Mackinaw.
The old gunner standing rlgtd drew the
lanyard toward himself with n Hidden
Jerk, There was n deafening roar nnd n
cloud of choking smoke enveloped the gun
crew. Another shell had heeu sent Into
tho solid earthworks of Fort Klsher.
Tho hoy from Maine rushed forward
through the smoke nnd thrust tho clean
Ing rod Into the muzzle of the gun. An
other of tho crew dashed n pullfull of
water over the long steel tube. The gun
was reloaded nnd another shell was hurl
ed nt the spurts of llame nhead. They
bad been doing this nt Intervals slnco the
nrly nfternoon, and now It was nlmost
midnight midnight of Christmas eve,
ISM.
"Cense firing," enmo n hoarse order
out of the dark, The gun crew of No, 1
Hung themselves down on tho sloppy deck
with nudlhln sighs of relief. The devil's
concert did not nhnto iotIeeahly, Tho
remaining vessels of tho Federal fleet
were still exchanging compliments with
Fort Fisher.
The old gunner quickly filled his pipe,
nnd the glow from the bowl half Illumin
ed his wrinkled face now nnd then.
'Tilt's me In mind of n Christmas evo
I npent nt tho mines In Callforny," ho
remarked, "only It's Just n mite worse."
"Don't talk nhout Christmas," said one
of tho crew In n husky voice. "I left
three children nt home. They nre In bed
now nnd threo little stockings tiro hanging
nhove tho fireplace same ns nlwnys, I
hope. The wlfo Is sitting up n while may
Is?, n thinking of me or maybe saying n
bit of n prayer. Don't like to think of It
when things nre so dubious. What nro
you thinking about. Fritz?"
"Of tho Vnterlnnd some," replied nn
unmistakable accent. "Vat Is the matter
iiiit tho boy? He Is nlwnys talking be
fore." Tho boj heard nothing. Ho sprawled
on the deck with his head on one arm.
The smell of the pine trees nnd the odor
of boiling maple sap wns In his nostrils,
lie wns many hundreds of miles nway
from the Mackinaw, off Fort Fisher, back
In the Maine woods with a Hiignrlng party.
The smoko of tho pine-knot fire was ris
ing slowly nnd the golden brown syrup
blssed nnd bubbled In tho kettles. Merry
little shrieks of laughter rang In his ears.
She wns there, the pink and whito of her
face so prettily emphasized by the mink
tippet. How absurdly small those little
red mittens seemed in comparison with
liU! How bluo her eyes were! There
was no one looking Just ono kls on
those lips created solely for the purpose
".Starboard batteries commence iiring;
enme the hoarse nnd relentless order from
the darkness. I
A none too gentle kick brought tho '
, i" i
boy back to the Mncklnaw, but her face
looked at him for an instant out of (Ik
doom. Starboard gun No. 1 again nddef
its voice to the devil's chorus.
Tho sky began to turn from black t
gray' "A Christmas present," said th
uunner grimly ns he Jerked the lanyard.
She Kikmt.
Sunday School Teacher (lllustratlni
the workings of conscience) What Is it,
children, that makes you feel uncomfort
able when you have eaten all your Christ
mas candy and not given any of It to yout
little friends who had none of their own I
Little IJthel Beenthere Tumach-ache,
tna'am. Jiid'e.
Juiiililiiir nt n Conclusion.
Tommy Santa Claus U coming to din
ner to-night.
Elsie Oh! How do you know?
Tommy Ma told me a white-haired old
gentleman was coming and we'd have tJ
1 very good.
Vnulaliliiir l'oini-,
now worldly pride kin pais away,
I's taLIu' fob my lex'.
Waat Is a Christians tree one day
Li kludlia' w)il Ue nei'.
Waahlnirlau Slu
w
II KN I'lerre Nndenu brough.
his blooming bride to the Kiver
I'achot, he was young and
strong, fresh from the lumber
camps of Lnke St. John. He had been
nppolntcd wharf foieninn In Ills new
home, it lid had grown old nnd gray
time went on. until n small farm nnd
dwelling, bought with the fruits of his
toll, provided a shelter for his declining
j ears.
Two sons hid been born to the Nn
deans, who, as they grew to manhood,
went naturally to the lumber camps. Af
ter n time, howeer, attracted by promises
of higher wages and cash payment, in lieu
of store trade, they sought the growing
West. When they left their home the.
were clad in provincial fashion! when
they returned, on it visit onl. they were
rind In store clothes and radiant neck
wear, and they used strange F.ngllsh, such
ns made the I'ere Nadeau sick at heart.
Finally, nfter unbridled depreciation of
the surroundings In which they were horn
nnd bred, they departed by schooner nnd
melting finally Into the Orient were seen
no more.
Hut their daughter Angellne remnlned
to them, brown of hair and eyes, the trim
ness of her supple form manifest despite
the fashion of dress considered nt that
enrly period becoming to the daughter of
old France. The long, loose blouse, and
short, homespun flannel kirtle, relies of n
Normnn peasantry, which on other women
inado them to appear squat, falKd to hide
her well rounded proportions nnd maiden
ly grace.
She had a sharp tongue, had this daugh
ter of tin' Nadeaus, and when hIio was
merry her laughter rang out like sleigh
bells in winter's frost. Sunday nfter
noon, when vespers were over, was the
tlmo when she would exercise her sharp
wit ; when, with the other maids of the
biimlet she sought tint lumber wharf to
swap words of badinage with the lighter
men, ileal handlers and trimmers gathered
there. v
Them were no frivolities on week days,
however, when Angellne milked the cows,
nud made tasty butter for the Nndenu
table. This done she would seat herself
nt the loom, which would ring nut Its
rapid cllck-chick to the push of her vig
orous foot, ns it turned out its webs of
linen, flniiiiel or caieloune, for village con
Mimptlon, She was ns quick with her
little hands and feet as with that biting,
scornful tongue of hers.
l'very jear, ns the big ship Margaret
I'ollork onchored off the shore for cargo.
Captain I.oeke would pay her a visit the
moment he set foot on hind. Clean
haven, hut for a fringe of fierce red wills
kers, his face wns vast nud lurid ns the
setting sun. He wore broadcloth on such
occasions, with n beaver hit ns high ns nu
ordlnnry chimney: his shirt-front rivaling
in expanse his main t'gillant sail.
He always brought her a present, some
trifle picked up In a foreign port, which
lie would donate in nu ofTliaud manner.
Sometimes the :lrl would kiss his gnarled
cheek, nnd he would clap her on the shoul
der softly with n hand which, clenched,
could fell nn ox.
One day the schooner Notre Dame des
Anges came In, to loitl fanners' stuff, hav
ing been chartered for this purpose by a
black-browed man of thirty-five ubout,
who gave his iinmo ns Holsvert. Ho
swaggered to n certain extent, nnd was
clad In garments supposed to lie of fash
ionable cut nud texture. The women
thought him haniUoine, but his eyes were
set rather close together for beauty, and
his nose, bent, and with a scar In the
concave section, gan to his face n sinister
expression, During the Intervals of load
ing he sat much in the house of 1c pere
Nndenu, depreciating their surroundings.
His constant ilUpiriigemeuts nt length
took root In the girl's mind, nml her en
vironment grew narrow nnd bald the more
i,P talked.
He assailed the feminine fasli
j0IM 0f the port, too; ho that when n
modiste drifted to the villago from St.
Michel, with steel engraved fashion plates
not three years of age, Angellne became
i,er rx customer. One Sunday she went
to church In n new gown, of bright color,
with a lint decked with red paper flowers,
nud n ribbon n her neck of poppy hue.
M. Holsvert was filled with admiration.
"How the boy would Mt ofi e.ves at
jou in St. Itoch." he asiired her with a
melting look.
"f!o nway, M. lloNvo-t." was her re
tort, but it wax accompuiied with nn af
fected toss of net pretty he id, which the
old Nadeau and his wife dNiiked, thoii.-h
they could not J'it siy why. So did
Clapha Ouellet. He had In-en a log job
her, and having been successful in his
contracts, he had Invested his capital In
a snug farm in St. Augele, where his old
mother kept his Iioiimj clean until such
time as Angellne would consent to be
come the mistress. Alas for his hopes;
the girl had of late become contemptuous
of the prospect.
"It bad enough here by the sea, but
St. Angele, with nothing but the big
woods to e bah I"
"It's all that Holsvert," said Clnphis
angrily. "Octave Lavoie, the navigator,
sa.vs he has a wife and five children in
Lorctte."
'It's fale," snapped Angellne with
;
The Notre Dame sailed at length for
Quebec; but the supreme content of Cla
phas nnd the old Nndenus was but short
lived. Hut a few weeks luid passed when
she returned to her old moorings, laden
with wind-blown apples for sale or ex
change, with Holsvert, dehonalre and cyn
ical ns before, at his former post. Cap
tain Locke wns In port nt the time, and
took nu Instnnt nnd unconcealed dislike
to him.
One dark fall night, while the hum of
a coming easterly wind was heard In the
trees which overhung the river, the Notre
Dame des Anges swung round to the cur
rent, nud slipped out seaward, with Ange
llne seated, scared, and nlieady repentant,
on a cabin locker.
There was consternation In the Nadeau
dwelling when the morning light revealed
an empty nest In the old familiar nttlc,
from which she had never been absent for
a night since her cradle had been con
signed to the barn loft. She had discard
ed her despised house dress, of blouse nml
limine! kirtle, woven by her own hands, of
striped purple and yellow. The sabot-
shaped shoes had been tocd Into n cor
ner; all her newer belongings she had
taken with her, nnd the mother Nadeau
collected tho despised truck and folding
them up, laid them carefully nway. In
the sombre, inarticulate manner of the
peasant, they nccepted their sorrow.
These were tho early, undeveloped dijs
of the Hast, when the railroul and di
graph were unknown east of Quebec, and
hut a bi-weekly mull, by horse and m
leche or sled, carried tidings of the oir
side world. Once navigation closed. Hir
door was .tint upon tho dwellers In the
eastern hamlets bordering on the gulf. So
the snow fell in deep drifts, and the light
ers were pack-screwed high above the Ice.
which rose nnd fell with the tides, their
miiKts looking ghostlike in the dark winter
nights. Tho once Joyous fetes passed un
noticed by I'ere Nadeau and his wife
Christmas, New Year's Day and they
sat alone and silent, or went about their
dally tasks as best they might. Sometimes
tho neighbors called, but while they spoke
of what was passing; of the cut of logs,
of the prospect of a good year's shipping
to come, of Angellne they spoke no word.
When the summer tides flowed blue and
sparkling ouce more, Claphas Ouellet, cm-
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barking his winter's cut of cordwood on
the seh'i ii. r of the navigator, Octave La
vole, h.iiU 1 for Quebec, returning nfter
nn nbsuiie of a couple of weeks, lie
stepped mi the Nndenu dwelling cnsunlly
on his return.
"Well. Clnphns," snld the old man in
greeting, "jour health Is good?"
"Yes, thanks."
"The cordwood sell well?"
"Not bad. Twenty-five shillings."
"See mi thing of my girl?"
"Yes."
"Is (die well?"
"Yes. Works In a hotel."
"Hotel? Not with him, then?"
"No. She left him quick. He had his
own wife and family, same ns Octave
said."
"The accursed. Didn't speak of coming
back?"
"No. Well, I must go ; the old mother
will bo anxious by now for me. If she
conies, J on will send me word, eh?"
"Yes, we will send jon word, Claphas."
When the Margaret Pollock anchored
for cargo that fall, and the news of An
gellne's abduction was convened to Cap
tain Locke, his face grew purple with
fury, ond he stormed so terribly on the
whnrf that the hands, In their terror, hid
behind the deal' piles, peeping round the
comers with scared faces. From Octave,
the navigator, he extracted the news of
her present circumstances, and became
somewhat more calm, though still awful In
his frown.
For the second time since the flight of
Angellne, Christmas eve came round.
"We will go to church this year, my
wife."
"Yes, we will go."
Having prepared a store of kindling
wood against their return, they extin
guished their lamps, nud locking the door,
deposited tho key in u secret niche of the
porch, known to no outsider. As they
turned Into the Kempt road, which like
n three-mile tunnel, by reason of the
spruce houghs which met nnd Interlaced
FATHER TIME FINISHES ANOTHER
KbsyMWf mjcs&cymmw c
ad, led to the church, a faint, long
I i wnll from the opposite bank of the
m -.iino to their ears.
i is tho horn of the mall driver," said
l' Nadeau,
I church was nglow with tho light of
in nn caudles, set In temporary sconces,
.in niter side, nnd from the altar mid the
! . bo ftoves were like great rubles,
i i irty were the fires of xeaon"l wood
li ii crackled within. In the choir loft,
ti hi were being tuned, nnd ns the ser
m proceeded there rolled forth to their
ipanlmeiit from the vigorous throats
f i young farmer choristers, the well
in n enrols of tho season. Then the
pr from the rail of the nltnr spoke in
ft' i-ily tones, and tho duty of forgive-nt--
even ns we expect to bo forgiven,
wu his theme, IVro Nademi touched
gei.i'v his wife's hand, ns tho words of tho
pr i her touched them both on a hidden,
ipin ring chord, and their old lips moved
in iiiion as they prayed,
'J he wind had arisen to a gale, as they
returned to their home, a line, cute in
drift obscuring the sight; but as they
drew near, In a momentary lull In the
storm, a spark of light twinkled forth for
an imtant'Uuon the snow. The I'ere N-
denu reined up, and crossed himself with
a trembling hand,
"What is wrong, my htisoand?" naked
his wife.
"A light in our window," he said, In n
seared whisper. Then he heard n soft,
happy laugh, hnlf smothered by her
shawl, and wondered.
"Drive on fast, my hushnnd; one per
son only knows the place In which we
hide the key."
The windows were nil nllght when they
reached the porch, nnd from the plpo
which served ns chimney, clouds of long,
feathery cinders from the lire of dry deal
ends Hew hissing into the whirling drift.
Then he saw sleigh tracks, which came
to nnd turned from the door, nnd under
stood, "The mnll driver must have brought
whom?"
lie brushed tho snow from n window
pane, nnd looking In, saw Angellne dress
ed In her once discarded blouse and glrtld
of purple nnd yellow even the moccasins,
had come, bringing such happiness ns ho
had never dreamed could be his ngnln.
He led the old mare to her stall, nnd
ns he rubbed down her shaggy coat he re
called the old, old parable, grandest of
all the Hook. The poetry of the story, ho
could not grasp, of course, any more than
he could realise the glory of the antithe
sis, with which It ended; but the words
came to him, even In the voice of the
wind, ns It moaned In the eaves or round
the corners nnd gables of the bnrn, nnd
be uttered them In n voice which broke
with the very weight of his Joy,
"For this my child wns dead nnd Is
nllvo ngnln, wns lost nud Is found."
Montreal Star,
Tim MnII Mistletoe.
For many generations after the Ins
Druid wns dust the mistletoe had Its vo
laries. The plant had almost every mod
leal properly, according to early physl
clans. It was believed to be a reined)
for all Ills, physical, mental nail sent!
ROUND.
menial. In pagan days It was dedicated
to Olwen, the Celtic Venus, and thiougli
the ages the plant nud the tender passion
were rather intimately entwined, says tlio
('inciuunti I'njuirr. Kissing beneath it
began so far back In history that no ono
has ever attempted to trace the custom
to its youth.
.Vntliliiir Venliiri-il,
.NolhliiK (uliif-il.
7
Papa Santa Clans nnj think you're
greedy if you hang up both lour stock-
Ings anil may not leave you any thing
Itnrllu llnti
He won't know they're
both wine; he'd think I'm Uviiu,
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IN AFRICA.
Inn
to Triiiisiiilt Ctirrt'iit
'IB lilies
In .Vol Airo oil.
It Is gratifying to note that tho tech
nical press Iiiih sounded n note of warn
liiK ngaliiHt the preposterous proposal
to Kenernto hydraulic electric power at
the Victoria falls of the Zambesi river
and transmit It over a distance of 7I."
miles for use in the gold mines of
Jolmnnesburf,'. says the Scientific Amor
.oiin. Hut, although the proposal to
deliver this jhiwer at a figure that
would be at once economical to tlio con
sinner anil profitable to the company
lias been ridiculed by the technical
press, the lay public Is liable to be nils
led by the scheme, which on the face
of It would seem to hold out lluttorltitf
jirospects of success.
At the present time the most Import
taut transmission of energy for com
mercial purposes Is that from Nlngiirit
to HulTalo, where the distance covered
does not exceed twenty miles. The long
est transmission, according to present
Information, Is that which Is In suc
cessful operation In California, over n
diM..iice of nhout 'J1!0 miles, so that
the proposed transmission Hue In
South Africa will he :il() per cent longer
than anything that has yet been con
templated. According to Prof. William V.. Ayr
ton, who not long iiko made a seven
criticism of the scheme In the London
Times, the .lohaiiueshurg milling dis
trict consumes about lriO.lHK) liorso
power n't an average, cost of ?1U0 u
liorso power a year. Niagara sends
1,000-liorso power to Huffalo, where It
Is sold at about $ll!o a liorso power n
year, and HulTalo, as we have noted,
Is distant from Niagara only twenty
miles.
Furthermore, In the neighborhood of
Johannesburg are abundant supplies of
coal, of which an excellent quality can
ho dellevereil on the Hand for from
$'-'.110 to $2 a ton. Kven If tho Victoria
Falls plant were to be built ami a great
transmission lino constructed It Is not
likely that the Important mining Indus
tries In Johannesburg would bo willing
to trust the operation of their costly
plants to the Integrity of a few copper
cables extending for over 7(10 mllcn
through the wilds of a savage country.
MONK STOWAWAY ON SHIP.
MiiuwKleil Himself mi lh KJelil nud
I.Ik-iI I, iiiih: hi IIiiiiiiiiiin,
When the steamship KJeld, coining
tills way with I'O.IKM) bunches of buli
mias and lull lings of cocoauuts, wan
two days out from port Antonio, tlio
date being Oct. Ill, the first unite dis
covered a strange creature In the for
ward hold. It was a--no, hold on, It
wasn't a big tarantula with hair on
Its legs unil It wasn't a green suuku
tho same as all bauaiia ships havo
aboard -It was a little hrovvii monkey
wltli a wise little old t'aco that looked
us If It had worn out several bodies,
nnd a long prehensile lull with a croolc
In the end like an Interrogation marlc
upsldo down, wiys the Now York;
World.
Tlio monk hail had aplenty to eat
tin plies of empty bauaiia skins iiKiti
the deck of the hold proved thai huL
he was thirsty for a fact. Tim nuito
called the watch to capture the llttlo
stowaway, but tlio monkey hail another
Idea about that.
He skipped from bauaiia hunch to
bun. noi bunch as briskly ns a water
hug on a mill pond. Just when tint
men had about given up hope of ca tell
ing their sluihiii passenger Long ,11m,
a in vearohl mess boy, caiuo along tho
alley on his way to the galley with u
lui'Let of water on Ills shoulder.
With one Jump the uioiil; was on
Long Jim's head, Inking a drink out
nf Hie bucket. Ho was still soaking In
it when the first mate grabbed lilin by
Hie scruff of the neck.
lusidit of a day the monk was tame.
Id- ilev eloped u fondness for Long
Juii that niiiilo everyone think of tho
Damon end of the famous Damon ami
I'vtlilas sketch team of ancient time,
lien the KJeld arrived ami Long Jim
prepared to reshlp for his home In
s.Milen he wept ni bitterly tit tint
Hi ught of parting from Ids monkey
frii-ml that dipt. Hellesou gave Jim
ti. Mionlr and they sailed together
the happiest monkey ami the proudest
Swede on the Atlantic Ocean.
iin.ii nr iiiiht.
Tim effects of ether, or at least tint
Illusions which llio-o who havo taken
it suffer from, aro varied. I"in com
ing 'lit of ether the other day u prom
inent mini confessed to being n mur
derer ami told the details of his crlmu
with burrowing exactness.
Fortunately the attending doctor
had wen Sir Henry Irving In "Tho
Hells," anil recognized at onco tho du
plication. Later Inquiry showed that
the patient hud seen tho play koiiiu
years ago, but had forgotten It entire
ly his alter ego had not, however.
Klilil liii-tliiu Anstti-rcil,
What did the, treasure of Captain
Khhl amount to nud where was It
found I'lUATK.
The treasure, which was sutured mi
Uardlner's Island, with that found vvltlt
' K l.lil nil tin, Sl.'in Aiitmilo Hinmmti,.! t,.
S7III.(.0 Newark Ailverllsur.
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