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FROM BETHLEHEM TO NAZARETH. Till: WISH MEN Or THE EAST. From out Um golden doors of dawn The wise men came, of wondrous thought. Who know iii" man From far upon The shorcltM cant they kneeling brought Their ooatly gift or Inwrought Kama ami gold. While, cloiulllkn. incense from Uielr preaeBOt MM Their iweeu of flower flelda, their iweet Distlllment of moat sacred leaves, Tbejr laid, low bending at hla feet. As reara-ra licnd above tbelr shearee Am strong armed rcaimrs bending, clamorous, To glra their gathered full sheaves kn.wllug thus. And, kneeling BO. itn-y spake of when Ood walked his BMMw fragrant aod. Vor yet hail lild lib, race from men. Nor yet had man furgolUm Oml. They spake Hut M.iry kept her thought apart Aod, silent, "pondered all thing in her heart" They spake. In wblspers long, they laid Their shagy heads together, drew Some Rtaiii'il scrolla breathleas forth, then made Kuch bini'i as only win men knew Thuir high red camel on the huge hill set Outstanding llkeaome ulgbt-bewn silhouette. MORN AT NAZARETH. I think I Ma linn now at morn Before the burnt of auddeu day. Above the ullver llelds of corn Where Hi. ban MM apart to pray; I think 1 ace Him looking thoughtful down Beyond the corn, beyoud the waking town. Beyond the sllver'd mlsta that rise From all night tolling In the corn. The mtsla have dullea up the skiee, The skien have duties down the morn. While nil I lie world la full of earnest cure To make the fair world still more wondrous f.ilr- More lordly fair: the stately morn Muvea doa n her walks of golden wheat. Her guard-, of honor gild the corn Jn golden iatbway for Ood's feat; Her purpliil lulls she crowns In crowna of gold And majesty before the herd la rolled. -Joaouln Miller In Independent, always, he could himself keep out of the TWO CHRISTMAS EVES. At the corner of tho market square in the ancient town of St. Ives, Cornwall, thero HtaiiiU it picturesquo olil hostelry called the "(iolden Lion." Until quite lately it bad for its near nei M...r an inn equally picturesque, and perhaps even older the "Oeorgeand Dragon. Both these ancient houses of entertainment must have witnessed many strange event-., In . i.les being tho scene of many n jovial drinking bout after tho gather ing in of the 'harvest of the Hea," or at tb Um lawful landing of a contraband cargo, or at I he end of a successful pri vateering expedition. For all theso things your Cornlshmau hath an excel lent rlih. On the sM)t was the palla dium f III" Hliertics of St. Ives, for here hi. ii 1. 1 the whipping 1 1. ..I, the cago and tho stocks. The George and Dragon must have been the fashionable hotel, for after the Corn ish pilgrimage of grace the king's com missioner. Sir Anthony Kingston, lodged here, and entertained at dinner the port reeve of St. hes, whom he afterward! politely banged in the market square for his treasonable practices. Hero, also, tho Duke of Bolton, hen ho visited the town in Willi, "was treated with six Un ties of sack." The two bouses stood so close together" being divided only by the narrow street lending into iho market square that the occupants could wish each other guild morning from the win dows. In the days of Qeorge il Peter Hexel was landlord of the George and Dragon, and John lOnnwdcn ruled (be (iolden Liojt Thoy wero not only neighbors, hut fnM ii ieiids. Thero was. perhaps, sometliin ; In the similarity of the cir cumstances of these two men that strengthened Iheir friendship. They were both widowers, and each had an only cbilil. Richard HuXOj was a hand some, snapping I'ehow of thrcc-and-twenly Mary Item iu den was nineteen, and tho pride of her father's bean. As OhOdrOU tliet bad played together; hut there came a time when they only looked mid smiled and uoililed to each olher from the opposite windows. Then Rich ard would watch for Mary when she went oiit, and would follow her into the Holds or on the seashore; ami so it came to Iw at length another version of tho old, old story, which surprised nobody least of all, the landlords of tho (joorgo and Dragon and the (Iolden Lion, who looked forward to the lime when tho interests of Isith those ancient establish ments should become one and indivisi ble. Hut them was one person who watobed the grow nig affection of the lovers with a hitter and jealous heart. This would not lie a true love story, according to the ancient ami regular pattern, had there boon nothing to interrupt its smooth and even course. A certain Thomaii Champed the son of a mine master in the neighboring parish of Zcu- nor, nail long looked witn longing eyes on Man Renowden, His visits wero d i so o 1 1 r u , o d by the host of the (Iolden I .ion, and Mary herself made it very plain that she disliked his attentions. Nothing could exceed the bitterness of his feelings when ('hamper found that ho was rejected In favor of one who had Imh'ii his successful rival from Isivhood. lticlmrd I level had "taken him down" at school -in the wrestling Units at "Feast oiitidc" bud thrown him in tho "Cornish hug," and had constantly snatched tho victory Ir.nn him in tho game of "hurl Ing." All these defeats be bad endured With comparative indifference, but to las Is ateii in tho game of love was not so eeej to bear, Be watched the lovers in th. ir walks, till ho felt ho could do any thing short of murder to get his rival out of the way. Ho thought if Hexel were once reni n, si from tho scene bo might ot succeed with Mary, trusting to time and the chapter of accidents. Alnjut this time the government divlansl war against Spain, and it was certain that tuen would Ik- wanted for the navy. If the k ng's -hips could not ho manned by other menus, tho press gangs would Ik1 out, and tlu v would tirsl of all trv their luck at the seaports. What if they should visit St. Ives! It was not unlikely and tbev would bo glad of s hint where good men went to ho found. Thomas Champ, i tuinisl this matter over in his mind till he muadisl himself that he weald bo doing rd service to the state, and furl h Ming disown interests at the some time, if ho could lend a helping hand in manning the navy, provided. wav. for he had no desire to serve his country on board a man-of-war. Ho was full of such thoughts when he made one of his periodical journeys to Falmouth on mining business, and sought out a certain "crimp" or agent for entrapping seamen for the press-gang. What he did there, or what arguments he used to ad vance his plans, we need not inquire, but the "crimp" was richer by some ikiuiuIb at the termination of tho interview. It was hristtnas eve. and the good people of St. I'M were preparing to keep the festival with due honor. The usual excitement of tho season had been in creased in the course of the afternoon by the ;ipM-arai:ce of a sloop-of-war, which anchored in tl,, bay, nnd it was expected that some of thu officers and crew would come ashore to join in the general mer rymaking. After durk a band of mum mers entered the market square, and. stopping in front of the (ieorge ami Dragon, commenced the performance of the Christmas drama of "St. (ieorge." Soon a large crowd was collected, and the noise brought to the doors and win dows of the houses most of the persons who were within, including the frequent ers of a Ml tie club which met ut the George and Dragon and the (iolden Lion alternately. In the midst of a tcrrilic combat be tween St. (ieorge and theTurkish knight there was a commotion among the crowd, and a party of armed sailors ae poured, headed by a tall fellow, who, flourishing a nuked cutlass, cried, "In the king's name!" The crowd at once broke away amid the screams of women and cries of "The press! the press!" The sailors made a dash at some of the younger men in the crowd, and among those they secured was Richard Hexel, who was standing at his father's door. The party then retreated with their cap tives, closely followed by tho crowd, crying, "Down with tho press gang! Down with them!" More than once the sailors weie so hard pressed that those in the i ear bad to turn und make a stand in the narrow streets, and a serious con flict was threatened. But they reached their boats with the men they had cap tured, and at daylight next morning the sloop of war in the bay hud disupHared That night thero was much wailing among the women of St. Ives, and a fruitful subject of talk was afforded to the club at the Oeoi;o and Dragon Among the members of this club were Copt. Trenwith, a retired officer of the navy, who had sailed with Admiral Hen how, and had lost a leg in tho service of his country; Mr. Matthews, ropemakei and mayor of St. Ives; old Will Nance, who had once been a smuggler, and who wore a patch over his left eye, which hail he: 'ii knocked out in some encounter with revenue officers ! and, lastly, John Tackabird, the town barber, who, al though occupying a lower social position, was allowed to associate after business hours with the men whose wigs he dressed in I he morning. Hut the barbel was in advance of his time, and held opinions which Capt. Trenwith and the major thought little less than treason able. John Tackabird was, in fact, a Democrat and on the present occasion he was loud in his denunciation of the press gang, which be said was contrary to Magna ( Iharta and the hill of rights a tyrannical and unconstitutional viola lion of the liberty of the subject, nod showed the English to lo a nation of downtrodden lavea, writhing under the iron heel oi' despotism, "Where," said he, waving a newspa per in bis hand, "where are our boasted lils'ities, when the hirelings of a corrupt government can thrust themselves into our bouses and carry off our sons and brothers, and force them to Oght in the unholy quarrels of kings and their tin Scrupulous ministers? How long are we to be chained to tho chariot wheels of a bloodthirsty ohligurchy? How long" "Tut, tut!" iuterHscd Capt. Trenwith with warmth. "Stop thy palaver, John Tackabird. The king must have men for his shis." "Men for his ships, Capt. Trenwithr retorted the barbeti "let the king get thein by lair and honest means, and then he will perchance have meu who will stick to their colors, nnd not run away as one of Admiral Benbow'l shipsdid iu the West Indies!" This was a sore subject with Capt. Trenwith, who could endure no slur on the British navy, and who had himself boon an officer on Uiurd Admiral Hen bow's ship at the time referred to. The barber felt be had gone too far, but the mischief was done. 'The captain rose from his seat, his face purple with rage. "Thou d d chin scraping ra.-a.-ull how durst thou rake that matter up in my presence? I'll drive my stall down thy throat for prating of matters beyond thy barber's brain!" "Nay, nay, cap'n," cried Will Nance; "let John Tackabird be. Mayhap In hath Spoken unwisely, but 'tis well known Cap'n Wade and Cap'n Kirby weiv shot at Plymouth for deserting the admiral." "Yes," said Capt. Trenwith, resuming his seat, his anger having passed away as suddenly as it came "yes, and shoot ing was loo giHl for them. They ought to have Invn hanged at the ynrdarm an I so should some others that 1 wot of!' hero he looked bard at the ci-devant smuggler. "Well, but" resumed tho barber, whose tonguo must needs wag in spite of his fear of tho captain "touching this matter of the press gang" "I'll hear no more on 't," cried Capt. Trenwith; "'tis in every fool's mouth thai one volunteer is worth ten pressed men; but I have soon pressed men tight as bravely as the liost and M for Ad miral licnUiw, ho fought his ship like a hero, and died tho death of a gallaut old sea dog as he was. if some of bis men left him in the lurch, enough remained to save the honor of Kngland. Rut hark ye, John Tackabird. let me warn thee that thero he some matters had better be forgotten." At that moment, a steaming bowl of punch behsg brought in, all farther uu pleasantness .lisi,s ared under its sooth mg influence. The party, which now included IVist MimJ mi Job kssnow i den, drew in their chairs, and the for mer proceeded to fill the glasses of his guests with a silver punch ladle that had a guinea let into the bottom of it. As it was not yet kryiwn that young Hexel was one of tho pressed men, there was nothing to cloud their enjoyment. A visit from the press gang was too com mon an occurrence in seaport towns in those days to excite much remark, save among those who were the immediate sufferers. Capt. Trenwith said he would take upon himself to proxse a toast, which he hoped no one present would refuse to drink. The king of Kngland had declared war against Spain, and. as the Spaniards had seized all the Rritish ships in their har bors, he thought the sooner they closed with the enemy the better. He begged p propose the health of King Qeorge and success to the British arms. If they lived to see another Christmas eve he doubted not they would be sble to say the honor of Kngland hud been well main tained. As the punch was exceeding good, and had put much heat into every man of the company, the toast was drunk with great enthusiasm. Even John Tacka bird smacked his lips with satisfaction. "It hath been reported," said Will Nance, "that Admiral Vernon is gono as commander-in-chief to the West Indies, and that he swears to tako Portohello on tho Spanish main, even if ho hath no more than six ships wherewith to do it. "I know not how that may be," said the incorrigible burlier. "If ho has only pressed men to back him, 1 doubt it." With nn ominous look at the last shak er, Capt. Trenwith cut tho matter short. "Wo shall see," said he. "When 'tisdone we shall doubtless hear on it hut what noise is that outside? What now, Tom ChauiH'r? What's amiss?" "There's much amiss, Capt. Trenwith," said young Champer, who now entered tho room. "Dick Hexel is among the pressed men. Ho was seen in tho last boat when they put olf from the shore." "What! my son taken by tho press gang!" cried l'cter Hexel, starting to his feet. "Zounds! I'll not believe it there must be some mistake." "I fear there is no mistake," said Champer; and there was a gleam of sat isfaction on his face, which he tried to conceal with a pretended look of con cern. "There be those outside who saw him carried off, and the officer swore he would sink tho first boat that dared to go nigh the ship." Old Hexel hurried out, followed by John Renowden. "If tho lad is really pressed," said Capt. Trenwith, "I hope ho will remain in tho service. Sure I am ho won't dis grace it. No lad of spirit should refuse to servo his country when old England's enemies uro afloat. Rut conic, sit down, Tom Champer, and help us to finish the punch." Will Nance, who was already "three sheets in tho wind," as ho would himself have expressed it, boisterously inquired of Champer how it was that im himself had escaped capture by the press-gang, "Thou tirt a likely Ind enough," said he, "and would swab a deck as well as another." I was not in tho town," answered Champer. "I have but now walked over from Zcnnor." Ah!" cried Nance, with a drunken wink at the rest of the com pan v, "trust a Zcnnor man in take care of himself. They're a wise folk in their gen-er-en- oration. Ihey know why tho cow ato the bell roH'." "Just as St. Ives folk know why they whipped tho hake," retorted Champer, angrily. Tho captain interposed. "Come, come," said he; "no more cross words on Christ tuas eve. Tis near midnight. You and 1, Mr. Mayor, must set a good example by appearing in church to-morrow morning, so let us jog homewards." The mayor crossed the room with a devious gait. "Y'our aberrant, Cap'n Tren'th. Shervant, sir, happy to 't'nd you," und the mayor of St. Ives solemn ly staggered after Capt. Trenwith, who stumped away on his wooden leg, es corted by his black servant currying a lantern. The rest of tho company also departed, and tho Georgo and Dragon was left in solitude und darkness. Out lights were burning In the Golden Lion long after midnight. Three anxious heart s wero there holding communion, and vainly trying to find a way out of fie trouble that had come upon them. After tho lirst shock of grief for the loss of her lover was over, Murv Renow den dried her tears and reviewed the sit uation with a strength of mind and a coolness of judgment that astonished her father and Peter Bezel. "Dick will return after s uue," she said; "I am sure ho wilL Ho is strong and brave, and has always been lucky. Pwthaps he will do something that will make his name famous, and then we shall all be proud of him." Cheered by this hopeful spirit of hers, the two old men plucked up their hearts, and all three appeared in their usual places at church on Christmas day. Af ter son ice, as they stood in the church yard gazing rather wistfully over the sea, they were joined by Thomas Cham per, who wished them u "Merry Christ mas!" and uttered some clumsy expres sions of condoleuco about Richard Hex el. He had heard, ho said, that tho sloop had gono to Falmouth, und if it would beany satisfaction ho would writo to a friend there, or would even go over himself and make any arrangements they pleased for helping Dick; but he feared there was little hope of his release now that war had broken out. These friendly overtures rather soft ened the hearts of the two fathers, but Mary felt sure that Champer was insin cere. His hypocrisy was not proof against her woman's instinct. She turned coldly away, and be left them, racking his brain for some means of pre senting his suit in a favorable light. Day after day Thomas Champer come to the Golden Lion and sought every possible opiwrtunity of addressing Mary, but his perseverance was ustdess. She would not listen to him. He saw that his suit was hopeless, and that he had Sained nothing by the absence of Richard UexeL Yet be continued to haunt the neighborhood of the Golden Lion, until one night he encountered the press gang, which hod mode another descent on St Ives, and he was caught in the same trap be had set for his rival. In the mean time, letters had come from Richard HexeL He wrote that he was well, and only unhappy because he was patted from Mary. He had joined the West Indian squadron under Ad miral Vernon, aud expected he would soon be able to tell them something about the war. So time passed on and the spring came. The club hud assembled one Saturday evening in the parlor of the Golden Lioa The customary bowl of punch was on the table, but Capt. Trenwith had not arrived, and the serious business of the evening could not begin without him. To pass the time Will Nance stirred the fire and, lighting a pipe, remarked that the evenings were something chilly, though the spring had come, in spite of the men of Towednack. "What have the men of Towednack to do with the spring?" said the mayor of St. Ives. "Why, know you not," replied Nance, "that tho men of Towednack built a hedge round the cuckoo to keep the spring ha k Rut what's this news from the fleet? 'Tis rumored Portobello u taken." " 'Tis true," said John Renowden, "my daughter hath a letter from Richard Hexel, who was on board tho Hampton Court and engaged in the fight." "What? Dick Hexel hath smelt gun powder, then, in a real battle? Hurrah for old Kngland and beloved St. Ives!" "Amen!" cried Capt. Trenwith, who camo stumping into the room. "Yes, friends, 'tis all true. Here is a copy of The Daily Post, dated March L'O. wherein is an account of the buttle, writ by a gen tleman on Isiard the Rurford, the ad miral's own ship. Fill the glasses, and John Tackabird shall read out the nar rative." Under the combined attractions of the punch and the newspaper, all eagerly drew round thu table, and tho barber, clearing his throat, commenced: "Gn the nfternoon of the 21st, about 2 o'clock, we came up with Portobellc harbor, w hero the Spaniards had hoisted upon the Iron castle the flag of defiance. They welcomed us with a terrible volley, which, being at so short a distance, took place with almost every shot. Gnu struck away tho stern of our barge; another broke a large gun upon our upper deck; a third went through our foretopmast, and the fourth, passing through I ho arm ing within two inches of our mainmast, broke down tho barricade of our quar ter deck very near the admiral, and killed three men in a moment, wound ing flvo others who stood by them. This looked as if we should have bloody work, but was far from discouraging our bravo fellows" The barber continued to read how the Spaniards were driven from their guns and the English landed: "One man set himself close under an embrasure whilst another climbed upon bis shoulders und entered tinder tho mouth of a great gun. This bo dismayed tho Spaniards that they threw down their arms and fled for their lives" "I would give a guinea to know 'twas a Cornish man who did that," cried Capt. Trenwith; 'twas a bravo action." "Set your heart at rest, then, captain," said Peter Bezel; "'twas Richard Hexel who did it. I have a letter from my son wherein he recounts this very suuie ad venture. 1 "Then your son is a credit to Cornwall, and we'll drink his health, my friend,'' and the captain got up and heartily shook Peter Bexel by tho hand. "Com pound us another bowl of punch, John Renowden, and see that it bo worthy oi the occasion." That night the rafters of tho Golden Lion rang with the cheers which greeted tho toasts of "Tho British Navy" and "The Hero of St. Ives" as Capt. Tren with was pleased to call Richard Hexel. It was doubtless the darkness that made it so difficult for tho mayor and tho captain to find their way home that night, though they were escorted, ac usual, by the black servant with a lighted lantern, The mayor accounted to hie wife for a headache which oppressed him next morning by the extreme exer tion he had been obliged to use in sup porting Capt. Trenwith, who, poor man! having only one leg, could not be ex pected to walk its firmly as other people. You may lie sure the heart of Mary Renowden was gladdened by tho news that had come about her lover; but months passed away, and nothing more was heard of him. At length there came a letter, stilling that iie had been severely wounded In an action with a Spanish ship in the West Indies, had been dis charged, and was then lying in hospital at Falmouth. Old Hexel at onco started for that place, and found poor Dick pale and thin from wounds and fever, but in good spirits and anxious to return home. The diajtors, however, would not hear ol it, and ordered tho patient to lav ui a week or two longer, and then, perhaps, he might Is? allowed to go. His father was, therefore, coniiolled to leave him aud return to St. Ives, where he WOI eagerly expected by John Renowden and his daughter. hen two weeks had passed, they all three went over to Fal mouth, when the finishing touch WM put to Dick's recovery by the embraces of his happy sweetheart. "Time, though ol I. is strong in flight," says the old song: and ho has brought us onco more to Christmas eve. The club is assembled at tho George and Dragon; there is a brimming punch bowl on the boards, and the silver ladle with the golden guinea is in active operation. The talk is of the war, aud John Tack abird has been reading aloud an account of a battle in the Ray of Uiscuy, where a large Spanish ship had been taken, and where tho name of Tom Champer figured among the killed. The mummers, having finished their Christmas play, have departed on their rounds; but suddenly they are heard re turning, with cheers and shouts. The clatter of horses' hoofs is heard on the paved streets. " Tis Dick Bexel come back," cries the barber, looking out of the window. "Let us give him welcome," said Copt. Trenwith. "He is a bra . e lad, aud bath fought and bled for the British flag!" "Hurrah!" cried tho crowd outside. "Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted the cap tain aud his companions as they hurried to the door, and there, sure enough, was Dick Hexel, on horseback, with Mary Renowden seated onapillion behind him, while Peter Bexel and John Renowden had 1 1 road J dismounted, and were under going a vigorous handshaking among the crowd. The club sat late in session that night, and Capt. Trenwith would fain bare had Dick In io tell how ho had Haled the ramparts of Portobello; but Dick excused himself on the plea of fatigue, und he spent the evening much more to his liking in tho company of Mary Renowden. "I do suppose," said Will Nance, "Dick Hexel will have a considerable sum in the way of prize money coming to him?" "If he lives to lie an old man it may, perhaps, como to him," said John Tacka bird: "but the tyrannical abuse of power under an oligarchy" "D n your hard words!" cried Capt Trenwith: "they would break any man's jaw but yours. I tell ye, a true man will do bis duty whether he is paid for it or no; and may 1 never live to see the day when a Rritish tar will think more of profit than of honor." This sentiment of the good old captain ought, according to thu usual custom of the stage, to bring down the curtain on our little drama; but, tosatisfy tho reader, we beg to state that in tho early spring Richard Hexel espoused Mary Renow den in the parish church of St. Ives, and Capt. Trenwith proposed the health of the young couple in the parlor of the (iolden Lion, which ancient hostelry is still standing in evidence of the entire truth of this narrative. M. J. in Illus trated Loudon News. Would Cauh If lie Cod 14 Only Kill II. Little Mary is a good little girl nearly 5 years old, but possessed of a poetical genius which runs rather too strongly toward paraphrasing. She has done n good deal of composing during her brief existence, but mainly in tho way of words substituted for others, which left her oKn to tho charge of plagiarism She is also possessed of a fund of humor which would not be expected in one so young. Uary's father the other day, by way of breaking the child of her fault as a Ket and testing her capacity at original composition, offered her as a Christinas present tho largest and best picture book that could be found in Chicago if she would make up a piece of poetry which would not resemble any other that she had ever heard. Sbo was given two days to complete the task, and yesterday morning sang tho following as her origi nal composition: Han.- up papa's stocking, M sure you don't forget: If Santa C'laus can till It, We'll ull Iw wealthy jet It is needless to say that Mary lost the prixe, her father pronouncing the pome let a parody, and one which showed reckless disregard for tho truth on the p;rt of the child. Chicago Herald. Christmas Sonnet. Deep shadows fold the dark earth In. A holy silence everywhere Tells of llnit night when, thro' earth's sin. The cry of nngels cleft the nlr "Glory to Ood. to men good w ill."' (tear it thou, who do -aceful rest With pale hands folded; may it thrill Thy beard Umi friend; I love tlieu heat: Peace and ginl w ill to all I love. Yen, friend or foe Tho' there may be No stars. His light shines clear above. Who diet for us on Calvary; A star, which, risen In that far eaat. Now crowns w ith love our Chrisrmns feast -By Tricotriu. A Talao Pretense. my son," asked Jimmv Tuff 'uro you satisfied with "Well boy's mother, ' your Christmas? "ies, ma am. replied Jimmy, "only the skates ain't nickel plated, and dail said he'd buy mo a double ripper, an didn't see it." "Hut I am sure you have been happy an day, James "I wasn't going to let tho fellers know how bad I felt. Exchange. Too Near the First of the Month. "One thing I've got against Christmas. " " hat s that? "It comes too late in the month." "How does that affect it?" " by, when a man's wife gives him a splendid present the bill is sent to him in about a week. It would be better if he hud alwut three weeks to get ready for it. t.nristmas. An Old English Custom. .Among cnsioms now uisuseil, a cere mony existed at the court of England as late as me reign of Charles II of bring ing a branch of the Glastonbury thorn, winch usually blossoms on Christinas eve, in procession, and presenting it with great pomp, to the king and queen on L.nristuia-s morning. New York Post lleeeiveil Some tllmself. "Have a cigar, Charley?" "Don't care if 1 do." "Some that my wife gave me for a Christmas present." "Er, como to think of it, Tom, I guess I don't feel like smoking today." Ex change. Not Entirely Without Remembrance. First Sohlier Get any Christmas? Second Soldier Y'ep; present. First Soldier No? Second Soldier Y'ou bet. First Soldier What? Second Soldier Present arms! Ex change. What the Shop Keepers Dread. "It is time for Santa Claus," said the young wife. "Yes," said the spouse, who kept a re tail store, "Santa Claus is welcome, but 1 do not want to see the rain dear." Exchange. A Child's Answer. Bis father stroked him on the bead Aod aaked him who St. Nick could be, "I don't know Santa Claus," be said, "But Santa Claus knows roe." -New Tort 8ua. T- r M Customer th. restaurant,., tns for myCUristriiasj, hl :utof turkev. to i- ,r"r',.s nlnoenlo, ,uuu bj.J " aner- v esSr slso, sirf Jo bat, . I,,.. ,- A CHRISTMASjrDE(W8i L IL I IIL mzn Christmas Trees. It may seem surprising, but its less true, that the cutting oi Christmas trees is doing wriots the i'or.-ls in some venous. This' r , .e.i ii.i.. vnnnr tniaJ ueaii if, iii', wi .,,," j . ,m btm naiiifiillv iiiitwrent in thegnw-J nnr. nf woodland ill some of til W . ..,,nJ ,,f the Cat-kill ' 1 .... 1 - nwiiititfiilie .'Mill in&DT streams nro drTins UP. Ev l,.ln o urn as reservoirs t Ami ,U tf,u tlie erotllld is iP spongy, thereby retaining f!! from rninfiilK ami Inter on aw-'-j ... . tnenv- eai... 1 . muiiio'." and small. . K ... lil Willie. D" 1 1 1 .,1111 . II- j u- h,i vr u . BtMS knrl Little mine IWS ' it neat . . , - t Tramp-Then r-erhar n ' 1 can eet som- of tne eai; . ass Little Willie tfeehng 0 " , There ain't snsBS! to he aW""1 tii. r ,.., Mover, . Tingle agin afore next Tra' No, d-nr "Umbn. Sun, ua .. ' nen Kentucky State JournaJ. Mehhy h mtrw jfl we J u I