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
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. t i r e danger».
of “ getting out of the house” strong upou
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and the ground
her.
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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
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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.
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" 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
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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.*'”
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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
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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.
•
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•
*
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.
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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.”
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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!“
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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■' "
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sp
and plume 1 of
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and marali, nnd
moor and valley.
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