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THE INDEPENDENCE
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By
James
Oliver
Curwood
Copyright by the Bobba-Merrill Company.
CHAPTER XVI.
16
Professor McGIII.
Red Gold City was ripe for a night
of relaxation. There had been some
gambling, a few fights and enough
liquor to create excitement now and
then, but the presence of the mounted
police had served to keep things un
usually tame compared with events a
few hundred miles farther north, in the
Dawson country. The entertainment
proposed by Sandy McTrigger and Jan
Harker met with excited favor. The
news spread for twenty miles about
Red; Gold City and there had never
been' greater excitement In the town
than on the afternoon and night of the
!big fight This was largely because
Kazan and the huge Dane had been
placed on exhibition, each dog In a
specially made cage of his own, and a
fever of betting began. Three hundred
'men, each of whom was paying five
dollars to see the battle, viewed the
gladiators through the bars of their
cages. Harket'S dog was a combina
tion of Great Dane and mastiff, born in
the north, and bred to the traces. Bet
ting favored him by the odds of two to
one. Occasionally it ran three to one.
At these odds there was plenty of Ka
zan money. Those who were risking
their money on him were the older
wilderness men men who had spent
their lives among dogs, and who knew
what the red light in Kazan's eyes
meant An old Kootenay miner spoke
low In another's ear:
Td bet on 'im even. Td give odds
if I had to. He'll fight all around the
Dane. The Dane won't have no
method."
"But he's got the weight," said the
other dubiously. "Look at his jaws,
an' his shoulders"
"An' his big feet, an' his soft throat,
an the clumsy thickness of his belly,"
interrupted the Kootenay man. "For
heaven's sake, man .take my word for
it an don't put your money on the
Dane!"
Others thrust themselves between
them. At first Kazan had gnarled at
all these faces about him. But now
he lay back against the boarded side
of the cage and eyed them sullenly
from between his forepaws.
The fight was to be pulled off in Har
ker's place, a combination of saloon
and cafe. The benches and tables had
been cleared out and in the center of
the one big room a cage ten feet square
rested on a platform three and a half
feet from the floor. Seats for the three
hundred spectators were drawn closely
around this. Suspended just above the
open top of the cage were two big oil
lamps with glass reflectors.
It was eight o'clock when Harker,
McTrigger and two other men bore Ka
zan to the arena by means of the wood
en bars that projected from the bottom
of his mere. The hie Dane was already
in the fighting cage. He stood blinking
his eyes in the brilliant light or tne
reflecting lamps. He pricked up his
ears when he saw Kazan. Kazan did
not show his fangs. Neither revealed
the expected animosity. It was the first
they had seen of each other, and a mur
mur of disappointment swept the ranks
of the three hundred men. The Dane
remained as motionless as a rock when
Kazan was prodded from his own cage
into the fighting cage. He did not leap
or snarl. He regarded Kazan with a
dubious questioning poise to his splen
did head, and then looked again to the
expectant and excited faces of the wait
ing men. For a few moments Kazan
Stood stiff-legged, facing the Dane.
Then his shoulders dropped, and he,
too, coolly faced the crowd that had ex
pected a fight to the death. A laugh of
derision swept through the closely seat
ed rows. Catcalls, jeering, taunts flung
at McTrigger and Harker, and angry
voices demanding their money back
mingled with a tumult of growing dis
content. Sandy's face was red with
mortification and rage. The blue veins
In Harker's forehead had swollen twice
their normal size. He shook his fist In
the face of the crowd, and shouted :
"Walt! Give 'em a chance, you
fools l"
At his words every voice was stilled.
Kazan had turned. He was facing the
Dane. The Dane had turned his eyes
to Kazan. Cautiously, prepared for a
lunge or a sidestep, Kazan advanced
a little. The Dane's shoulders bristled.
He, too, advanced upon Kazan. Four
feet apart they stood rigid. One could
havp heard a whisper in the room now.
Sandy and Harker, standing close to
the cage, scarcely breathed. Splendid
in every limb and muscle, warriors of
a hundred fights, and fearless to tho
point of death, the two half-wolf vic
tims . of man stood facing each other.
None could see the questioning look in
their brute eyes. None knew that in
this thrilling moment the unseen hand
of the wonderful Spirit God of the wil
derness hovered between them, and
that one of its miracles was descending
upon them. It was understanding.
Meeting in the open rivals in the
traces they would have been rolling
In the final moment, when only a step
separated them, and when men ex
tn ism the first mini lunge, the
splendid Pane slowly raised his head
and looked over Kazan's oncu tnrougn
the glare of the lights. Harker trem
bled, and under his breath he cursed.
The Dune's throat was open to Kazan.
Hut between the beasts had passea me
voiceless pledge of peace. Kazan did
not leap. He turned. Anil snouiuer 10
shoulder splendid In their contempt of
man they stood and looked through
tho bars of their prison Into the one 01
human faces.
A roar burst from the crowd a roar
of auger, of demand, of threat In his
race Harker drew a revolver ana
leveled it at the Dane. Above the tu
mult of tho crowd a single voice
stopped him.
"Hold !" it demanded, "iioiu m me
name of the law !"
For a moment there was silence.
Every face turned In the direction of
the voice. Two men stood on cnaira
behind the last row. One was Sergeant
Brokaw of the Royal Northwest
Mounted. It was he who had spoken.
He was holding up a hand, command
ing silence and attention. On the chair
beside him stood another man. He was
thin, with drooping shoulders, and a
pale smooth face a little man, whose
physique and hollow cneens torn nom
ing of the years he had spent close up
along the raw edge of the Arctic. It
was he who spoke now, while the ser
geant held up his hand. His voice was
low and quiet:
"I'll give the owners five hundred
dollars for those dogs," he said.
Every man in the room heard the of
fer. Harker looked at Sandy. For an
Instant their heads were close together.
"They won't fight, and they'll make
good team-mates," the little man went
on. "I'll give the owners five hundred
dollars."
Harker raised a hand.
"Make it six," he said. "Make it six
and they're yours."
The little man hesitated. Then he
nodded.
'Til give you six hundred," he
agreed.
Murmurs of discontent rose through
out the crowd. Harker climbed to the
edge of the platform.
"We ain't to blame because they
wouldn't fight," he shouted, "but if
there's any of you small enough to
- .
night. Then she made uerseii a m-m
under a Imnsklan shrub, and waited
tffe
She Had Faith That He Would Come,
want your money back you can git it
as you go out. The dogs Mid down on
ns. that's all. We ain't to blame."
The little man was edging his way
between the chairs, accompanied by
the sergeant of police. With his pale
fuce close to the sapling bars of the
cage he looked at Kazan and the big
Dane.
"I guess we'll be good friends," he
said, and he spoke so low that only the
dogs heard his voice. "It's a big price,
but we'll charire it to the Smithsonian,
in ils. I'm iroinfir to need a couple of
four-footed friends of your moral cali
ber"
And no one knew why Kazan and the
Dane drew nearer to the little scien
tist's sirlA of the case as he nulled out
n hii? roll of hills and counted out six
hundred dollars for Harker and Sandy
McTrigger
CHAPTER XVII.
Alone In Darkness.
Never had the terror and loneliness
of blindness fallen upon Gray Wolf
as in the days that followed the shoot
ing of Kazan and his capture by Sandy
McTrigger. For hours after the shot
she crouched In the bush back from
the river, waiting for him to come to
her. She had faith that he would
come, as he had come a thousand
times before, and she lay close on her
belly, sniffing the air, and whining
when it brought no scent of her mate.
Day and night were alike an endless
chaos of darkness to her now, but she
knew when the sun went down. She
sensed the first deepening shadows of
evening, and she knew that the stars
were out, and that the river lay In
moonlight It was a night to roam,
and after a time she moved restless
ly about in a small circle on the plain,
and sent out her first Inquiring call
for Kazan. Up from the1 river came
the pungent odor of smoke, and in
stinctively she knew that it was this
smoke, and the nearness of man, that
was keeping Kazan from her, But
she went no nearer than that first cir
cle made by her padded feet. Blind
ness had taught her to wait Since
the day of the battle on the Sun Rock,
when the lynx had destroyed her eyes,
ir... noirnr fgaprl her. Xhree
'
until dawn. . I
Just how she knew when night Dior.-,
ted out the last glow of the sun, bo
without seeing she knew when dny(
came. Not until she folt the warmth
of the sun on her back did her anxiety j
overcome her caution. Slowly ehi
moved toward the river, unlfllng tne.
air and whining. There was no iuurv
the smell of smoke In the air, and sne;
could not catch the scent of man.
She followed her own trail buck to
the sand-bar, and In the frlngo or
thick hush overhanging tne wane
shore of the stream she stopped and
listened. After a little she scramliieu
down and weut straight to the spot
where she and Kazan were drinking
when the shot came. And thero her
noso struck the sand still wet and
thick with Kazan's blood.
She knew it was the blood of her
mate, for the scent or. nun was "
about her in the sand, mingled with.
the man-smell of Sandy Mel rigger.
Sh sniffed the trail of his body to
the edge of the stream, where Sandy
had drugged htm to the canoe. She
found the fallen tree to which he had
been tied. And then she came upon
one of the two clubs that Sandy had
used to beat wounded Kazan into sub
mlsslveness. It was covered with blood
and hair, and all at once Gray, won
lay back on her haunches and turned
her blind face to the sky, and there
rose from her throat a cry for Kazan
that drifted for miles on the wings
of the south wind. Never had uray
Wolf given quite that cry before, it
was not the "call" that comes with
the moonlit nights, and neither was
it the hunt-cry, nor ine siie-wum
yearning for matehood. It carried
with it the lament or aeatn. Ana aiier
that one cry Gray Wolf slunk back to
the fringe of bush over the river, and
lay with her face turned to the stream.
A strange terror fell upon her. She
had grown accustomed to aamness,
but never before had she been alone
in that darkness. Always there had
been the guardianship of Kazan's pres
ence. She heard the clucking sound
of a spruce hen In the bush a few
yards away, and now that sound came
to her as If from out or anotner worm.
A ground-mouse rustiea mrougn mo
grass close to her forepaws, and she
snapped at it, and closed her teeth
on a rock. The muscles of her shoul
ders twitched tremulously and she
shivered as if stricken by Intense cold.
She was terrified by the darkness that
shut out the world from her, and she
pawed at her closed eyes, as if she
might open them to light.
Early In the afternoon she wandered;
back on the plain. It was different,
It frightened her, and soon she re
turned to the beach, and snuggled
down under the tree where Kazan had
lain. She was not so frightened here.
The smell of Kazan was strong about
her. For an hour she lay motionless,
with her head resting on the club clot
ted with his hair and blood. Mght
found her still there. And when the
moon and the stars came out she
crawled back into t!ie pit in the white
sand that Kazan's body had made un
der the tree.
With dawn she went down to the
edge of the stream to drink. She
could not see that the day was almost
as dark as night, and that the gray
black sky was a chaos of slumbering
storm. But she could smell the pres
ence of It In the thick air, and could
feel the forked flashes of lightning
that rolled up with the dense pall
from the south and west. The distant
rumbling of thunder grew louder, and
she huddled herself again under the
tree. For hours tho storm crashed
over her, and the rain fell in a deluge.
When it had finished she slunk out
from her shelter like a thing beaten.
Vainly she sought for one last scent
of Kazan. The club was washed clean.
Again the sand was white where
Kazan's blood had reddened It. Even
under the tree there was no sign of
him left.
Until now only the terror of being
alone in the pit of darkness that en
veloped her had oppressed Gray Wolf.
With afternoon came hunger. It was
this hunger that drew her from the
sand-bar, and she wandered back Into
the plain. A dozen times she scented
game, and each time it evaded her.
Even a ground-mouse that she cor
nered under a root, and dug out with
her paws, escaped her fangs.
Thirty-six hours before this Kazan
and Gray Wolf had left a half of their
last kill a mile or two farther back
on the plain. The kill was one of the
big barren rabbits, and Gray Wolf
turned in Its direction. She did not
require sight to find it In her was
developed to its finest point that sixth
sense of the animal kingdom, the sense
of orientation, and as straight as a
pigeon might have winged Its flight
she cut through the bush to che spot,
where they had cached the rabbit
A white fox had been there ahead of,
her, and she found only scattered bits
of hair and fur. What tho fox had
left the moose birds and bush jays
had carried away. Hungrily Gray Wolf
turned back to the river.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ENTERPRISE, INDEPENDENCE, OREGON.
ft GJlf Sraittlfnl J
f llftljlrlirm Sfilfl g
$ f J
Over the roar of the vltlver
W the hills ' ...ft
S With a message of J"'1"' X.
$ nations, ring the beauUfulU
2? Bethlehem bells, ft
lf Bringing jay to the soul, that -
ft are sighing in the hovels
ft tehee poverty urH M
K There is life-there s !. 1" f
the dying, in the dutiful J
ft Bethlehem bells.
S Far oft in a land that Is lovely. ft
lr for the tender wet story ft
Vjf it tells, K
ftr the light of a glorious morn-W
ft ing rang the beautiful
SJ Bethlehem bells; ft
fc,tf a -a .tin in ih hearts of crea- Sf
ft Hon an anthem exultingly U
ft i M
I? At that memory s-eeet of the
W ringing of the beautiful
If
They ran o'er the hills and the
Sj valleys, they summoned the ,
ft glad' world that day, f
ft From regions of night to thefy
radiant light of the eot ft
gf where the Beautiful lay, If
M And forever and ever and ever Jjf
Sfr a wonderful melody dtcells ,f
tne lenatr uit
EIGHT FAQs,
Vf
g CCIiriutmaii OJiftn flf
if a (Lruutnj Aya
it
mi ten
the--'
r-. IP -"-V!
mj (r
rTitri' inl..lt O'lltlTl'il II
VV timt I'M. "rH in Wil'!"
.llmirrl.'th.'s, lvmi:m ft nmn-
..it t 11- i.l. .if .J U HI'
at IMhU iit'iu: i it
were intorcsti'il
id's pro pli1
It limy lie
luvy
at
Naming Cities for Dates.
What is, perhaps, the oddest of all
ways to select a name for a city or
street is to name it for a certain
date, andyet this has been done in
Brazil for hundreds of years. It was
on January 1, 1531, '.Uat a Portuguese
captain, Alphonso de Souza by name,
entered the mouth of that marvelously
beautiful bay, on the shores of which
now stands the capital of tho vast re
public of Brazil. Thinking that he was
sailing into a great river, he darned
the stream Rio de Janiero, or January
lver and all through the centuries
i .i.,i.i nt the tirauti-
W ful tsethlehem bells.
K For they ling of a love that is ft
Sf deathless a love that tttll If
W friii mj'ft in loss; M
M They sing of the love that is ft
ft leading the world to the ft
Sf Calvary cross;
W Ring sweet o'er the sound of f
4 the cities ring areet o'er ft
ft the hills and the dells ft
Ana touei
pifie,
with tenderesl
V vities, oh, beautiful Bethte- J
ft hem bells! ft
Frank L. Stanton,
hoard a voice announcinc iu utrui
of Christ a clad tidinpt Ur all 'o-
CHRISTMAS CHILDHOOD.
: Christmas Is, perforce, a winter fes
tival, a family and fraternal reunion.
"Suffer little children to come." Lo,
they have come. And the music of
their child voices ! The concert of the
morning sturs, what were they to the
natural untrained melody of Innocent
childhood in Its Joyous expectations?
A brief, bright morning picture with
fervid expectant fancy attuned to
"peace and good will to men," a sacred,
solemn, confident, Joyous, "peace," a
"good will" and fraternal friendship
that shall (fill and fructify and sanctify
the yearflto come.
Ah, childhood, Christmas childhood!
See how for one day it mocks the
poet's lines, "Sonif faces of Eden ye
stll! inherit, bur the trail of the ser
pent Is over Ukm nil. Its own gift
Is always the I.t-st, and it rejoices that
Bill and Jim and T.i.;-i and S-ira fared
a well. "PeiK-e n c-rth." hut .lot of
earth; "goo2 will" tint .'-hull Inform
the coming year snd mold ilie man and
woman of the f atui e.
First Christmas Celebration.
The birth of Christ was cot original
ly observed at this tlnic of the yenr.
It was not until nearly 100 yecsn after
his death th'it there w.ia any attempt
at a ceiebrut.'e" of the event at all,
and then for 3j0 yetm or more It vas
celebrated ni vurlovifi ti:nis In tho year
by the C'lirNliiv.H lu liifTer'-nt parts of
the world. Som chse r.c 1st and
some the (itii if J'Uniary, others the
29th of Mar"l,, t!ie ti:n of the Jewish
passover, while o.ln rs V.isenpd
the day on the 20th of V-pteir.hcr, the
feast of the tiibi-m.-jfien. The 10th of
April and the 0i.!i of May were also
kept as the birthday of Christ. By
the fifth century, however the 2fith of
December was tho day generally adopt
ed. Pittsburgh Dispatch.
I'er
tho n& luiveWn most .Itvidy in-
i itTvmonitioil. ' l":
piTIUIl'a - I ;
invent v weeks of I'll!'"
.J,.,t folt'llll'l
riu ni'v" . it f
thrtt verv time they w.to talking ol
tho coming of Christ.
c...i.i...,iv their attention wan ar-
-.,..1 ufranir litL'ht 111 t!'
,tviilld It imyw brik'hter and t
the form of an onpd, and tl n th v
.i,,t tn the Jews oniv. i nru
.mhl.n.lv the air wn filled with nn
L'els singing a.t if they uu nunc
rii'ht out from the air.
We know not their wonderful
song, but part came to mortal cum,
"lilory to uoii iu ute ingm-M, ru.,
We know not who those ongcl. were
but we fancy they were the tvdoem
e,l Adam was there, r.vc wait
there. Kve. who in her inuterna
earncistnoss declared ut the birth
her firstborn, "I have got a man
from the Ixrd," hoping that that
was he who should bruise the ser
pent's head. Now, in the fullness
of time (die had come to witness the
birth of the babo who was to bo the
Saviour of her race. David, Klijiih,
Moses, the patriarchs, wo believe
were with the heavenly host.
This pong reveals three things:
First. The glorification of tV
through the incarnation. Una ha
glory through his vast work in im
ture, his providence building up an
easting down nations, etc.
In the incarnation there was spe
cial glory. It was glory to Cod in
tho highest highest, in that it wiif
above all other glory, in that it ev-
tended to all time and in that it
w rought such wondrous good.
Second. The great results to the
earth. It would result in prai'O.
Strifes, thorns and thistle!- were
abounding. The earth was torn and
bleeding by constant content ion.
With Christ came pence. The result
would be universal peace,
Third. The elTect. on the individ
ual man. '"(iood will toward men,"
from one another, from Co,. Out
of this jrood will would finally ppritiR
pence on earth and pb.ry to" ( Jod in
the highest. Dr. .Matthew Simpson.
In a New York ne u$pnper 0i
,-( t htistmat aiftt urr, ti,
vrttned (II oJIomi;
"An assortment of j.
If irrll calculate fur the amH t.
tL mrnt iml instruction of yWno!
f t'eisont, among uhi.h r V
jl llaiton I Lectures on t(m,
F.tiuemn ana manurrt; fu,
; feets; Hassclua Chatnhlin t)V
if Salute, an ejteetient lmiM
,i book, price a.; liurjrrt, ViJ. Cj
&lage Hermans; mil CAiipont'if
.i t trie vn the mprurrmrriltjf
tjf the Mind." f
i "A. T. OooiMcV h'o. IH&
J"- HrtHtttuHiu, comer of Mtif,
S." itrrct, has just rrerli ri a m if
tf tenstee assortment of fancy tg.f
ticiet, hiom, I'Miuf, jtiiai i
lion. I.andnapc$ ami lnin'l
yf hook fur children, that a
f well adapted for purrhatt or
If gift, at this season of runpii
e4 mrntary presents.
" "Hit the Uut arrival fro
1 Europe, were alto reeeivtif
J texeral of the (afrit and tmJV
r'f Savcls, I'oemt and ATtwrlb ft
?r nrnuM Workt: y
V
I
Ijf 'Ftne letterpaper; fditiiijW
i cards; I.adU$ and (irntttmniu
I'ucket llooki; Wallrtt 94 j
if Memorandum Hooks; tint fn l
jf knicrs; Cases of Best ndwV
l Fyed Srtdles; Opera Okmy
jand Snuff Hotel."
,. jii mi if ni' f- -
Cbc Christmas
Story
To Make a True Chrletmas.
Don't for-t the lonely, the siiiT.-rliu;,
the poor, on Cliri.-'tniiis. Itcmi-mluT
tliat tile first and wiitest ( "Ijri -tsmis
Kift WHS sent not to th,. ,-eli ihhI poie.
en'ul, hut to tin- jmor mid n,v. ;VI,
, 1 1.... 1. . .
oioM- uno nre near anil ilrar to v
hut somewhere, somehow, lii your ordi
nary an. una some ono who Is
iilul (Icur t no one else UIi
ClirhstinuH for him or .-.
An Old Angio-Ncrrva". Carol.
Lordlings, listen to o-ir lay
We have wnie from fc.ruay
To seen Christmas;
In this wrcmo.t ire are told
He Ms yearly fcnit doth, hold:
'lis tofiaut
May joy come from (lod above
Tq all thost who Chrisiniaa lovet
Lordlings, I now tell you true,
unnstmas iringeth unto you
Only mirth;
His house he flu with many a dish
Of bread and meat and also fish
To grace the day.
May joy come frinn God above
To all those ip?,o Christmas lovct
Lordlings, through our army's band
They say. Who spucdx with open hand
Free cud ful.
And oft regaled his many friends
Ood gives him com He hat he spends
To grace the day.
May joy come from God above
To all those -who Christmas lovet
Lordlings, wicked men eschew,
In them, never shall you view
Anght that's good;
Cowards ore the rabble rout,
Kick and Icai ihi grumblers out
To grace Iko day.
May joy com frov, Ood above
To all those who Christmas lovet
Lords, by Christmas and the host
Of this mansion hear my toast
' Brink it well.
Each must drain his cup of wine
And I the first will toss off mine;
Thus I advise,
Here, then, I bid you all wassail
Cursed le he whv tuill rvjt say brink
hMhWk .
t&rgrrjFtJ'v&tmyi&iaiiii
jf &0itu (rSlirtetntafl
There is a Ilfmnlnn l,o,i
k,' 11,-. .1 .
w in,; nun imps in the. hew- M
'.ns umi inn mars ilnnrn . , m
A great pnwe comes steal- X;
g doivn over mountain n,i fetf
forest. The mil .,1 ....... . !L
rf straight and yr,:,:n on the hill- tL
A lide. The ornss is bcflowercd
K wtth blossoms, and the Ur,ia $
W sing on the. mountain tops in &rf
U thanks to U,d. Jn Poland the &
heavens open and Jacob's lad- ff
I'h , " " oeiween earth and Sf
M sky. In Austria the candles arc t
m set in the window that f,L
if
-.- --.nun mill inr. t,m
m rut Child may not stumble. Sf
wt en ne eom.es to bleu the P
W homo. In north Germany the
W Mt i arc,Hvrma the lights E
& le i l burning for the ine.omin0 W
f of the Virgin Mary and her at- Vf
V? tending angel. if
tf The English superstition isE
MS rtmxrali,, voiced by the myriad V
Shakespeare in uam.
iSome say that ever 'caW
Hm: "son comoa ealnst at
Ef & birth 1, cel-
Sf The bird of ;h,wr, .. . rf
., niBht long, - all w.
Ana zA-y no Sn,rlt rnn m
W.-lllf ni t
The nlKhts are wholoso
nor wlteh lio.i.
....lii
"o Planet, .TrikT""- Then K
spirit car
Then
- j lunttN.
Ijf c. , Power to charm"
u naiiowecl and 8o"erac,.
jgji -o Lime. M
7UF.RB was peace on t ml
dean hills.
And the shepherds utiH
their flocks by night,
When there came from the ilff,ii
ry sky
A burst of glory, a do.: 1 01 a lt;H
And the angel choir from far awi
Bang "Peace on earfi, good triii
men,"
And ve hear the song o'er IflfKlf
years
As it echoes in our hearts jfto
They sang in notes of heavenli In:
They brought a message from GA
men,
ror the Prince of Peace had row k
earth
And a c M Id
was born at
Bethlehem,
the Christ had
come, the
King of
kings,
That we might
Ood in Ms
beauty see
And hearts be light in blcsseiW
That death should be swallovti
victory.
And they left their flocks and
ed on b
To the city of David to see mm
The Haviour of men and the Snl
Uod,
The humble child in a manger m
And they marvel at that whk W
come to pass .
And return with glory and praw
Uod, ,
Whil th. rhnnit erhaeS Wlthl IW
hearts u
As back to the lonely hilts MV
As the shepherds of old, let us '
Ths Chrlstmr.1 clay to .'"
tovn,
To be tow""
through "!
ip h 0 1 1
life,
r hear
cross
gain
crown.
y0 more
we find
lowly cAM
But there forever with Ood aW
He watches and guides our feeble
Till he bears us home with "
finite love.
How sweetly, how gladly to oil
world . Uf
There comes a message (
today,
For Christ is born and man r
And pain and sorrow
away, .. k
How sweetly and silently w
hcart .1,1.
The Christ Child comes
n,'"'tt . (ft
To make us noble and good ana
For the light o the world 0
drous light.
Dear Christ, may we follow wl"1
ing hearts
The path of duty, where tnv
l('d, . ttb
That '. nnA ihamn maV h0V 0
And that joy
may fin our
souls in
stead,
And on this thy
glorious natal
day
We shall catch
the sound as
the glad bells
Till we hear thy summons to
i J- sM
ol
4
rai 1
Sit 1
away
And in
heaven above
1. m
-Rev. Norman Tan Pelt Lews
adelphia Publio Ledger,
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