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W A SH IN G TO N COUNTY HATCHET. C H R IS T M A S BELLS. there was no way for it but to bring it back again. Misa Mansfield listened, . OW many memories holding the dollar in her hand. Then gather r o u u d she half extended it to the little girl. But she put it back in her purse, snapping the catch, and any fuint hope which — k_ i k tiie sou ud Kathie may have had on the subject of Kiwi b Of bells, those all a Christmas present died out. Kathie rig VjoTjF J B I ver monitors to finished her report of the matter. Then P ? I W hl'l'm . they peal she got up to leave, with the old feeling VT i | I . t i r e danger». of “ getting out of the house” strong upou ■/"T // / ■ I I and the ground her. " T rem ble, to tramp oJ o f feet fear furl- “ Kathie,” said Miss Mansfield, sud ous; denly. “ 1 need a little girl sometimes to Whilom, they tool above some burial mound. dust and put in order the china and or naments in this room. I will be glad to Again, they summon souls to praise or prayer; pay you something for the work—if you They mingle in with music when It plays can do it without breaking them, mind!” Melodious, ho that all o f life seem« fair; with a touch of the old sharpness. Or tinkle dlruly in the covert ways W hilom, at sea they hoarsely boom, and But Kathie looked up into her face Where wethers lead the flock that Is their then and smiled, feeling only glad be- The*good ships from the rooks; on land cause of the blessing which was coming | they tell . . . to hrr tirraure ahe bad not been afraid to j ^ " ¿ ^ " " ai M s «11. ' do right. I or bid the folk be up with early light. “ It’ s ten days to Christmas yet!” she j , exclaimed, her joy bubbling up into her j l<ut be bf,,ls 90 buoyant, »wee a voice. “ Can I begin to-morrow? Ter-, Upon the air as these of Christmas time! haps I could earn a dollar by Christ- | So fraught with precious meanings Is their I head declared: "They don't A t ; / « “ » Tam. nnd they're not a bit ‘comfy, aoa~ The Eastern wind comes up from where the low, white bog» are lying. And he brings a veil o f moisture, nnd he brings the sleety ruin: We hear him shrilly walling, and we hear him softly sighing. Ami flinging bite o f Ice ngalnst the pane. THEY DIDN’T FIT. N» rttVLtAK VMM* must O bt tl b la v o B ut ,TlUL H« ’4 S » I SA6ILY „ IIS A . n» TUEUR up BIA^ W»__ S lN C g 0 P3MB W A Y YOU « A V I BP T R IA T 9 M 6 A ll v » vr A M R 0 JB3H W ITH k im b RIBMT BBC» P1SLIN B _ I m tms t o a s t . . T hat Y bu drihr t h is m e r r y TB FRY é h r iít m a » MOOST. K A T H IE ’ S CH RIST MAS SHOPPING. " OU may have a dollar to spend for Christmus presents, but 1 can’ t afford any more." When mamma said that, Kathie know’ It was as much as she could expect, and ■he did not try to change the decision. “ A dollar” sounds like a goodly sum to a little girl 10 years old, who never had many dollars. But when you come to count it up In small amounts it isn’ t so big. “ There’ s 10 cents for a horn for Harry, and Mabel’s bottle of cologne is 1."»—it’s got a beautiful blue bow on the handle! And I’ ll keep 25 cents for mamma; ’ cause I can buy her a pretty handkerchief with that. And 20 cents for the ribbon to make a bag for auntie. And 10 cents for a toy for the baby. Ami 25 cents for one of those pretty paper knives for papa. And, of course, I must find some thing pretty for uncle and some little thing for Bridget. And I must get some thing pretty for Annette Hoyt. I only •ee her school-times, but we have sworn to be fast friends, and perhaps she’ll be mad at me if I don’ t give her a Christ mas present! And—oh, dear, how much is all that’/” Kathie pondered every day over the problem, frowning prodigiously between her pretty eyebrows and pursing her red lips. It never seemed to come out right, until at the end o f a week the dolla. which had looked so big at the beginning Y **S1IK' s QIVRX 11K THItKI 1»V MIS I AM presented a very small and miserable ap pearance whenever Kathie took it out to look at it. “ Have you bought all your Christmas presents yet?” asked father, smiling, one morning, nt the breakfast table, at K a thie'* serious face. “ No.” said Kathie, still intent on trying to “ cut her coat according to her cloth.” ••There are so many of ’em.” “ Never mind, Kathie, leave me out this Christmas," said father, giving a pull to the flaxen braid hanging nearest hlin. Father had been ill. Kathie had heard them talk o f doetor'a hills and of other bills to be met. She knew in her heart that It was very good of mother to allow her a whole dollar to spend. Dol lars were not so plenty nowadays. Ma ttel, making up her mind not to ask for the money she knew was hard to obtain, had been doing some sew ing for a friend and neighbor. Miss Mansfield, just for the sake of making enough money to pay for the Christmas presents she wanted to get. Kathie knew that, beinnse she had gone home with the work a couple of times. She wished herself big enough to earn money, but a good many school years must come before that, Kathie knew. Beside*, she had dim hope* o f painting pictures some day, when she had learned how. and that glittering prospect con doled her for many present privations, ghe finished her breakkfast in sober si lence. hurrying because Mabel reminded her o f the package sha was to carry home that morning. “ It's for Miss Mansfield, Kathie, and yon must come directly home if she pays yoti the money.” was Mabel’s parting charge. It was not an erraud Kathie specially liked. Miss Mansfield was grave, yet rather quick in her manner and not en couraging to little girls. Kathie always got out of the house In a hurry. Still ahe went. The bundle wasn’t very heavy; It was some fine and dainty stitch ing: nod Miss Mansfield was at home and invited Kathie to ait down while ahe her pul VI she said, coming back. “ Your sister is a beautiful sewer, ray dear. Here are two dollars for this work, and I’ ll be glad to pay her for the other pieces to morrow if she’ ll send them.” She handed Kathie the doubled-up bill, and although her inanuer was somewhat kinder than usual Kathie felt in a hurry to leave and made her way home. She walked up the street, wishing as she had wished many times before, that she could earn such large sums of money herself. She spread out the bill to look at it. There was a two-dollar bill and behind it a one. folded with it! “ There,” said Kathie, “ she’ s given me three—by mistake!” Was it a mistake? Perhaps Miss Mans field meant it for her—for a Christmas present. Kathie shook her head at that absurd thought. But—Miss Mansfield, if she did not know it, would never miss it, and—it would buy all the other Christ mas presents she had wanted to get! Kathie gasped. The thought took away her breath. The money was Miss Mans field's, not hers. But, Miss Mansfield had so many more fiollars, and it would buy so many, many things—that extra dollar. It would be enough to buy Christ mas presents for everybody, and even one for Annette Hoyt, who would think her so mean if she didn’ t get it! But Kathie’s stout little conscience stood firm. It would be wrong. It was a mistake of Miss Mansfield’ s. She would not take advantage of it, even though the lady had a great deal of money, and comd have given her the dollar without missing it. But again—the dollar was not for herself. It would buy pleasure for ten—twelve other people, this dollar, which Miss Mansfield would never miss, or even know about. Kathie carried the dollar home. She delivered the two dollars to Mabel, and, with shaking little fingers, put the extra bill away in her drawer. Then she count ed out her Christmas presents afresh. Everybody could have one now. But, somehow, the pleasure which the calcu lating and planning with her rightful property had given her had all died out. Kathie made out her list and wrote all the names in her round, childish hand. Two dollars would buy all the presents she wanted to give—for everybody. Her generous little heart swelled. Then a pang shot through it. After all she couldn’ t do it, because the money was not hers to give! Then Kathie broke down and laid her head on the list and cried. The tears ran down and blotted out all the names and all the presents she wanted to buy for everybody. It did not matter. The list would not be wanted. “ I shall have to carry the dollar hack and tell her,” was Kathie's next reflec tion. Somehow that wasn’ t so hard. The battle was fought and won when she decided that she must do right, no matter j what came of it. Even her terror of Miss Mansfield died out after that. Miss Mansfield looked surprised to aee her little neighbor back so soon. I “ It was a mistake, ma'am.” said Ka- 1 thie, abruptly, handing that lady the bill. "You gave me three dollars instead of two.” “ And why didn’ t you hand it back to me” ----- began Miss Mansfield, sharply. “ I didn’ t know it until I was part way himself nt the breakfast table (the rest of the family were at their country- house), when the maid servant entered the room. “ A Christmas parcel for you. sir,” she said, “ and it looks as though it had been very roughly handled, too." “ Lay it on the lounge, Mary." replied the young man, and then went on leis urely drinking his coffee. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking fel low, with dark hair and eye*, and com plexion to match. At last, the coffee-pot being emptied and the toast and omelet O rigin o f th e C hristm as T ree. plates cleared, he leaned back in his The old Teutonic and Saxon races in chair, stretched out his hand for the par- Central and Northern Cl.»ope, before the introduction and spread of Christianity, had a great veneration for trees. They would never willingly damage them. Under large trees, especially old oaks, the great councils were held and judgment given, and the graves of this people were found in grove»—they always beint bur ied under the roots of a tree. This was the result o f the superstition that their gods lived in those trees. In the linden tree Berchta, dwelt a benign spirit who took charge of the babies and rocked their cradles when the nurses fe!' asleep; in the oak, Donar, the thunder god: in the willows, all sorts o f spit'.ts; in the elder trees, the dwarfs. Whenever the festivals of these gods were celebrated their trees were decorated with lights, wreaths and quraten (tassels), and offer ings were hung in the branches, which, however, were plundered again when the festival was over, the gods being sups posed only to appropriate the b est—Sun day School Times. bugle, nnd the other thing» were an open secret to all who cared to investigate. “ I don’ t know which i* worse,” »aid Mrs. H.. with tears in her eyes, “ to have no Christmas at nil, or to have it a week before the time.” “ Next year I’ll remember,” murmured Mr. Bidwell, penitently. “ Next year I’ ll be Santa Clans myself,” answered his wife. “ The responsibility of Chrlstmns shopping is too much for a man—he will get rattled." We may as well remember. While gel lug Christinas cheer. But Janus claps his Ice-malted hands, and stamps upon the heather; Once more his force« rally at mandate of their king: Ami all the mad nnd merry winds clasp hands and dance together. And flees sw a y the fairy dream o f spring. —Good Housekeeping. O R N A M E N T IN G “ good g r a c io u s ! w h o c o u ld h a v e SENT THESE THINGS TO MK?” ing with a comical grimace, “ and what in the world am I to do with them.*'” * * * * * * At the very moment Mr. Arthur Proc tor was trying on the blue silk nightcap and the pearl-embroidered slipper. Miss Antoinette Mayfield was gazing with wide-opened, astonished, violet-blue eyes at the contents of a much-battered paste board box that had just been delivered to her. They consisted of a package of cigars, a pair of men’s driving gloves and an exquisitely cut-glass jar of mustache pomade. “ Good gracious! who could have sent these things to me?” she asked herself. “ Ah! here’s a note between the gloves,” and taking it from the unsealed, unaddressed envelope she read it aloud: THE TREES. W h e r e T ln n e l a n d C lla sa f o r C hrist* m an D e c o r a tio n C om e F rom . H onv many o f the hundreds of thou sands of children and grown people who have enjoyed the sight o f and helped to fasten the many fragile ornaments to ths Christmas tree know whence these dainty nothings come? At least nine-tenths of the world’ s supply o f these flimsy knick- knacks come from Thuriugen-Wald, ths forest o£ Thuringen, in Central Oer- many. Nothing could more appropriate ly be called the storeroom ami workshop of Santa Claus than these elevated, as well as isolated, forest-clad mountain " herb ’ s a l a r k .” hr s a ip . It’s lucky you wrote on your business paper, Mr. Charles Burleigh,” giggled Miss Mayfield as she lost her small right hand in one of the driving gloves and glanced, with a merry twinkle in her eyes, at the cigars and pomade, “ for now your presents will be likely to find their proper owner, and no doubt he will welcome them, though they do come a day or two ROUTING AND PICKING. after the ball, I should say, the Christ mas festivities, is over.” regions. Here, buried among the dark * * * * * * pines and snow-covered crags, are scat It was noon, the day after Christinas, tered the little villages, the inhabitants of when Charles Burleigh sauntered into Ar which are all Lhe year round engaged in thur Proctor’ s own particular den, and, making an innumerable amount of gew sinking into an easy chair directly oppo gaws. f site to that occupied by his friend, took a In years gone by the decorations of a note from his pocket, and, without any Christmas'tree were, though, perhaps, preliminary remarks, read it in slow, not less satisfactory, far more simple measured tones, ns follows: than those of the present day. A number Mr. Charles Burleigh: of home-made colored cookies or ginger- “ Dear Sir—A Christmas box Intended by snaps, with a string or two of cranber you for an ‘Old Chum’ has. through some answered all purpose*. mismanagement at the postofflee, fallen Into ries and - popcorn, - my hands. Will you pleas«» send for it as In la ter y e a rs these m od est efforts were soon as possible, and oblige, yours very j re-en forced by some gilt nuts and a tin truly, star or two, which additions in thosr “ AXTO IN E TTE MAY FIF.T.D. days had Their ardent admirers. To-day “ 1 2 0 -----street, City, Dec. 26. IS—.“ The “ Old Chum*’ sprang from his chair. thill«» are different. The question is not “ Well,” he exclaimed, “ if Miss Antoinette what decorations to put on the Cbri»^ Mayfield has an Aunt Tam, this is a mas tree, but what to leave off. There ¡» veritable miniature ‘Comedy of Errors,* really too much to choose from and the for I received her Christmas gifts early trouble o f it all is that everythin« is ex tremely pretty and very cheap. The in yesterday morning.” “ She has, and I know her—the aunt— habitants of the villages mentioned above well,’’ replied Mr. Burleigh. “ ‘Tam’ stands for Tamasin, und not for tama rinds. as one might suppose, and th» whole name is Mrs. Tamasin Mayfield. She’s the dearest old Indy in the world, and will only be too happy to help me untangle this snarl. I’ ll call on her at once, and she’ll go with me to Miss May field’s—who. by the way, Arthur, is one of the loveliest blondes I ever saw----- ” “ Take me along, too, Charlie,” quickly interrupted Arthur, and Charlie did. • • • • • * A few months later. Item from so ciety news column: “ It is rumored that the engagement of Miss Antoinette May- field to Mr. Arthur Proetor will soon be PlttXTIXO TREE ORXAMKNTS. announced.” are in the main responsible for this A G re a t Present. of affairs. Every cottage among “ What are you going to giv-? Santa mountains is a complete little factory»! Claus for Christmas?” asked auntie. which turns out ns many good* “ I guess I’ll give him my stocking.” the numerical strength of the fanuiyr answered May. permits. Everybody works, from tnej “ Why. Santa Clans doesn’ t care for venerable grandparents, if they are alive, that,” auntie returned. to the smallest child able to toddle. This work of making C kfktB M 2 1 “ Well,” said May. “ then he can fill It and give it back to me.” —Harper’s Young ornaments is very poorly paid ¡»dee F People. nnd the people’ s lot is far from an enviaj ble one. When the business season *P| A N e w Y e a r ’s W is h . proaches it makes it necessary for n>o*l A Happy New Year to you. little one. of the members of n family to work Hhose Happy New Years are Just begun! eighteen to twenty hours a day. and tnej And may jour life be as sweet and true As the wishes to-day that are wished for yon. have to keep this up for a long J1® —Youth's Companion. With all their hardships these are a very cheerful lot; you do not A n U n r e e lin g M an. of any complaint in proportion to “J “ AVhat are yon «oin« to give me for poverty that prey . its. my Christmas present?" asked Mrs. Cum- so o f her husband. “ About fifty dollars to pay for mine,” replied the wretch.—Judge. T h e M o d e r n A s p ir a tio n . She hnng her stocking by the fire And thought It w«s no sin To wish that she might dnd. next dsr A golden calf within. 7’ cel. drew it towards him. read hi» audress in bold, black letters on the brown paper wrapper, cut the fastenings, and opened A n oth er G arm en t H ung. it. A look o f ludicrous surprise spread And when our purse Is empty "Did yon hang up your sock last over his face as be took ont from their night?” W e'll dud we haven’ t reckoned On tb-orge s birthday, which occurs respective dainty boxes i diminutive, blue “ No. I hnng np my overcoat yester On r e t ry twenty-second. silk cap o f the shape worn by very amall day to get the money for a present for my girl*, and a pair o f feminine slippers— best girl."—Puck. f e s t iv it y N ot Y e t C om plete. No. ¡|X%—made of bine velvet and gold kid. Tommy—Come on out an' play. H an g It Up. and handsomely embroidered with seed B d d y -I eau-t The Christmas fashions now are out. posrir “ litre's a larkl” he said, twlri- Tommy—W hy not? And really 'tls quite shocking; |n|- the esp on his fist. "Someone has Eddy I got some Christmas thiags The only novelty about blandored. that's tare. Wonder if there’s le something new la stockings aiot 1 ain't brok, y e t There'll be another holiday. Known as the glad New Year. llttt TOLD TUB »TORT. Then the Southern wind com es whispering of valleys that are sleeping Among the orange thickets and grovea of palm and date. And we dream a dream o f springtime, and of pinks and lark-spur peeping. And know that we shall And them If we wait. “ Burleigh & C o .,-----Walnut ave.. City. “ Dec. 24. 18—. Dear Old Chum—A merry Christmas to you. Knowing your extreme fondness for a good cigar, I send you a few o f a brand that 1 think can’ t be beat. The gloves are like those o f mine which you admired the other day—hope they won’ t be too small— had to guess your size; and the pomade Is from the lot I brought from Paree, and will keep your mustache In splendid order. “ C H A R L E S B U RLEIGH .” A H olida y J in g le . home,” answered Kathie, bravely, look ing with dear eye, into her f«co. “ But why"----- began the censor, again. Kathie squirmed in her chair. Then, with a »uilden Impulse, she told she had carried the extra dollar home, and how. It there, ahe found out that T was the night be fore Christmas, and near midnight. The main posto tHce in one of our large cities, always the scene of great ac tivity, was now the scene of the great est. The clerks had thrown off their coats a n d were fairly flying about, perspiring. . ^ ^ _______ Here are two -rumbling and swean g. .,n. n„ 1 a " "called nolloH ItlUl I parcels,*” 0ue o f f ’ them to another, “ that have come undone. Why aren t people more careful? There, by .l ive, they’ ve burst outright, and all the con tents are on the floor.” “ Scoop em up and stuff ’ em in again.” said his com rade, and tossing him a ball of strong twine, “ tie ’ em up good and strong with some o f this. Thank heaven! they’ re the last of the Christmas lot.” • • • • • • It was Í) o’ clock on Christmas morn ing. Mr. Arthur Proctor had just seated f ? £ f 7 1 ? S J mt m b A C h ristm as M ishap. Bidwell told his wife that he would do the Christmas shopping this year. “ I remember how tired you were last year, and if you’ ll make out a list I ’ll buy the things myself, and save you all the worry.” It was a great scheme, but it didn’ t work. Bidwell got the things all right and had them put away marked with his name and address—the whole lot in on» immense big package, out of which stuck handles and heads, and other things in cidental to Christmas. But he did not do ns his wife was in the habit of doing, reiterate certain com- mands and cautions over and over again, , . J , , besides having them written on every corner of the big package. The next day after his shopping tour, Mrs. Bidwell spent several hours with a neighbor, during which time the re sults of Mr. Bidwell's Christmas shop ping were sent home. When Mrs. Bidwell returned to the house she found pandemonium let loose. The contents of the big package had been distributed, and each child had se cured a share. Tommy had his express wagon, Mamie her doll, Freddie his holly And flares about the stoutest cedar ■ veil. And the W estern wind comes rushing In a white nnd blinding flurry. And dances on the hilltops the livelong winter day; And the tiny snow-winged fairies, they hue- tie and they hurry TUI all the earth la snugly tucked away. So So swelU swelling with a hope and Joy sublime. t n ih ü -, «W i n _ in n s!" The Sultan of the Northland comes with stiff and rat tling volley; Not an acorn In the forest cau escape his drivlug gale; And be even hurls his dagger through the mistletoe and Mr. P roetor. thouithtfully m urm uring ••pear P ettlk ln *.'’ placed the cap on the very top o f his head, kicked off his right slipper, balanced one o f the blue and gold and need-pearled one» on the tip* "■ lllH toe», and with an em phatic »lm ke o f the r v J ^ rl Ht * S bei“ ~* » n i. .. I I h a n td A I ld lv*>lllU lf ! And then the stern Miss Mansfield chrl^slIeVls.^toyou^ViTlienisous belong laughed, too. -G o d e y ’ s. “ I am sure you could, Kathie.” said i she; “ and you shall begin to-morrow!“ - r> >U l A j w hat it say s: , , t - •Dear Pettlkln» A merry t.UrUtuia». I «end roll o «Ilk nlghtmp to HI d o » « ‘ ,n “ * l7 over your pretty ear», and keep >our < url» In -he lii.t «Inipe decreed by fa«ldun. »• w eiinuluK i ou Will look In It. 1 III»" a . . r y - u p p e r « . Whirl, I h"l>e »re not too Urge f.,r .voir wee foot«e.v« toot»ey». May you And I »oh little gift» very “ com fy, our Kiigllsb cuu»lu» nay. .. i V t' N'l’ ’l- A M■' " ? I. . S ,0 v s -T » M me Y R I A L DISTIAICrsaN T a lp * « v i M M* RIAL I C\l WÍULD'' L e n ii ALLX MY LO»IC,\Y»W RIVI LI! B M I S » \ v I F »*J 'A V ,© »»*1., MUCH I «V, RVARRELSB JT VMS MAR» . AMB MUCH. FATS/:" ,M. WITH .MY'PATB/" SA Y. COMI . B ut AL-. - t r i m s * fsriiiY .aA r. to u ROWKO T» z y // N)/|> TUBAI w « » : s w a it . WAIT. Áft Uil . ÁCC9RBIB/Y0 Mf%WI*D< w M u e \|Y t * « * 71™ * , J A S llf BIASOMIO M i t i n X r H ow ;S, M '- V jhsat M ì b » Clash o f spears and clink o f »pur», sp and plume 1 of t fly- ing snow; S w ift they coma from frozen aea and marali, nnd moor and valley. All the bold nud m i g h t y wtud» that blow. T C W S lI ltA n tN Viz# wart; TKAT ceMiinsAmi LTTFF old Winter Chieftain! H ow his merry furies rally! F m V a a t z r am o j a » t a n r e w t s TMI EAST«. if.SCBSNITIBM ìftiU DIMISE) MS SllCnSNITICM ¿P ITI » » WORTH. M llT H .IM ÍT IR S U S L Y . AAI» SAI» Y Y< »». ( d i ;« av e e ; iïIA IB N GRADAS» TMS LIA ET A m iC IA T TI - - -X THAT 1 CRAVg». W tvtR » » w s x t J ADULATI a d u l a t i »M. #*, A v I B U T -.T - •s HK JA N U A R Y . ant clew to the sender.” I hen he prv reeded to hold the »Upper« up nuil »hake them, and from one of them fell a uote without an envelope, which he »eiied an hastily opened. "A woman'« writing, ami no date nor addre»», of eoune. I-et » >eo