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HALSEY ENTERPRISE
M iracles and
the C h rist C hild
By Katherine Edelman
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peace and stilled the restless long
ings which bad coma to her so often
la the past
vAl
Jp
With 8llver Star In her arms Moon
light Brook started In the direction of
the village, walking with the swift,
strong stride of tjie woman who lives
much In the open The snow now was
coming down lit large flakes and the
wind had grown bllzzard-llke in Its
velocity. Hope was fast dying within
her, for ahe was trembling from ex
hsustlon. Then overwrought nature
did the thl-«g which she had tried hard
to keep from trippenlng—she sank
upon the snow—Iter last thought as
she felt ronnclnuaaees leaving her, to
»Tap the blanket closer about little
Silver Star and to waft a prayer to
the Great Spirit to fake cart of Strong
Oak when ahe was gone.
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C am e U n d erstan d in g
ELL. girls, I have made It up
wltl) Beatrice.”
Ann. "the
hard-boiled” of the office,
yanked off her coat and hat
and placed them In the locker
ranged across the end of tba
By MARY GRAHAM BONNER
I
E WAS SIT
I Lonesome Rich
T IN G alone
Man Finds
T hat M ask W hich G rew
In b it fash
on Mr. P hiletua’ F ace Happiness in
ionable club.
Playi
It was quit«
deserted.
It hud
aus
H1LETCS SOLEMCOLLY could Santa
Save a life
for
Christm as
"lATHILE you are giv-
’ * ing. JS’ve health.
There are thousands of
sufferers from tubercu
losis, forgotten by all
the world except the
Tuberculosis Associa
tion. It needs your sup
port to carry on its life
saving work. You help
when you buy Christ
mas Seals—the Liberty
Bonds in the war upon
consumption.
Buy Christmas Seals!
Buy as many as you can.
The Great White Plague
can be stamped out en
tirely. Christmas Seals
are saving many lives.
Buy Christmas Seals,
a n d s a v e a lif e fo r
Christmas.
Rut the prairie has many storle-
to te ll of strut,{• things that hare
happened there, und on thia day there
was added to the Hat another of those
coincidences whl rtt
happen oftener In
r e a l Ufa than
some would have
us believe.
For
Strong Oak and
his party curne by
the v e r y e p tt t
where Moonlight
Brook and Sliver
Star lay a short
time after they
had sunk exhaust
ed. Some of the
men had tried to
t a k e t h a other
trail, but some
thing within hint,
that strange, un
known force which
comae to all at
times, made him
chooee the Roaring Creek trail Instead
and he found his loved ones and with
tha help of the guides they reached
the village In safety.
A few hours later, Moonlight Brook
and Strong Oak sat hand In hand, the
Mtastlc happiness of being reunited
surging
within
them
Moonlight
Brook whispered over and over that
It was a miracle that the Great Spirit
had wrought that Strong Oak shonld
Stomp out
have found her. And Strong Oak told
TwN-rra lasts
her that while he had been gone he
«■tth
had heard the story ef the Christ
Chrijcmu) Seals
Co lid who had come upon earth on
thia day, which ever since has been
called Christmas.
At Moonlight
Roe Christmas seals. This is
Brook listened to the beautiful story
It is sell-protection.
that has been told ao much, but which n o to h irily .
keeps Its thrill through tha ages, ahe It is to tinanse the campaign that
fait that this day was indeed a day of has already reduce I the tubercu
losis dsrth rets in this ountry one-
half. Finish the Aght.
that
room.
No one paid much attention to Ann
usually. She was of such so explosive
nature, and said such Irresponsible
things, that she was not taken seri
ously. But the break between Ann and
Beatrice had been of long standing
and had been commented upon so
much by Ann that her announcement
caused the opier girls to look up
quesllottlngly.
"That's a fact.” continued Ann.
“aid I am so agbumed of my treatment
of her this long time.”
“How did It come about V asked
Sadie, assistant to the department
manager.
“Well." exclaimed Ann. "I will have
to confess my (testily nature, before I
can tell you how It happened. In a
spirit of spite I sent Beatrice a Christ
mas present, which no one but good
little Bea could ever have accepted
as anything but an Insult It taukes
no difference what It was. Today
noon 1 met her on the street and she
stopped me to thank me for the pres
ent.
" ' I t was not the present so much.
Ann. that came by mall,* said she.
'What made me feel good was that
you had been thinking of me.' Then
she took hold of my hand to caress It
and said, Tt was not any kind of a
present that I wanted most from you,
Ann, but your love and companionship
und sympathy. I have been hungry for
you. Ann, and you had no right to
take yourself o-vay from me. I give
you my love for Christmas— will you
give me yours?' And little Ann. the
hard-boiled, cried right on the street.
What do you think of that, girls?”
"The day of miracles Is not past. It
seems," commented one.
"And now do you know what?" This
from Ann. The girls waited expectant
ly for further Information from the
erratic one.
"Well, I always thought Christmas
was to get people to spend lots of
money to send tjiinga to other people
that they did not want,” rnttled off
Ann. "Now I have a new understand
ing of Christmas since my most loyal
friend has asked me only for my love
. . . and she sure Is going to get
It."— C. F. Wadsworth.
‘Æ,
been for some days
now. Everyone seemed to have other
things to do than to come to the club.
They had talked, a number of them, The Christmas gift she gave to me.
From It I ne'er will part.
the last time many had been there, of
the busy days ahead, shopping, wrap I gave her a diamond;
And ahe gave to me her heart.
ping up Christmas parcels, helping
their wives or their daughters or their
DESERT HOLLY
grandchildren In the gay plana for
Christmas.
Though not profuse enough for gen
Only be had no plans to make. He
gave hla employees, and a number of eral gathering at Christmas time, and
others with whom be came In contact, not as saltable ss the regular holly for
money at Christ wreath-making purposes, the desert
mas time. That holly (Perezla nana) of the Southwest
la a peculiar little plant with stiff,
fu lfille d
b is
C h r i s t m a s de smooth, dull bluish-green leaves with
prickly edges, like holly leaves, but
mands.
Other years he not so stiff. The plant bears one light
hadn't felt It so purpllsb-plnk flower, the head about
an inch long, with purplish b ract*
much as this year.
The plant grows but two or three
This year ‘ t h e
Inches high, and looks somewhat like
loneliness seemed
a little sprig stuck in the sand. An
lonelier than ever
before. His soli other plant with blulsh-wblte leaves
and erroneously called "desert holly”
tary condition sad-
Is sometimes used for wreaths on the
dended him.
Pacific coast.—C. F. Wadsworth.
Well, he would
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go back to his
suite. He would
leave the c lu b ,
Perhaps a m o n g
THE THREE "F’S"
hlg own books, bis
fTT H E im portan t th in r ab ou t
o w n things he
U f C hristm as is the w ay you feel.
would not feel so
Not bodily fe elin g , but heart*
lonely. He would not dine at the club;
feelin g .
he would have some cheese and crack
And the h e a r t-fe e lin g should
be one o f fun, fa ith and frolic.
ers and coffee at home. His excellent
F un for a s m any a s you can
valet could always prepare a little
reach.
supper for him.
F a ith in the fun o f g iv in g .
F ro lic w ith th e n ea rest and
Outside of the club his chauffeur and
d ea rest
car were waiting.
A C h ristm as filled w ith th ese
He got In and sat down on the soft,
three “F ’s w ill shed sp a rk s of
luxuriously upholstered cushions, and
h a p p in ess on m any a day to
com e.
the chauffeur closed the door, shutting
T here is too m uch ru n n ing
out the clear, cold Christmas time air
ab ou t to find p lea su re
und the noise of the streets—the noise
w h en the g r e a te s t Joy can be
of many voices of many people going
found on our ow n th resh o ld s
. .
if w e are d eterm in ed to
shopping, with the higher voices of
seek
it.— M artha B. Thom as.
children rising every once In awhile
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above the din.
Ills soul seemed to ache. He was
alone. Rich, comfortable, luxurious,
GOOD IDEA
alone! No one wanted him, needed
him, cared for him. He had every
thing which money could buy; he had
enough money to buy everything he
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wanted.
No, not everything I He wanted love
Ireland H unt« W rens
and affection, he wanted to be a part
of all this going on outside the luxu
D ay A fte r C hristm as
rious confinement of his car and that
he couldn't buy. Mix with the crowds’
N IR E L A N D Boxing Day (the
Yes. he could do that, hut not aa one
day after Christmas) Is known
of them. Only ns a lonely man who
as St. Stephen's day. On this
had a fut bunk account which didn't
day there Is practiced an old
help In the slightest.
custom that has come down
And yet couldn't It help? Suddenly
through the ages and which Is called
he had nn Inspiration.
He called
“hunting the wren.”
A crowd 6f
through the speaking tube to his
grown boys with blackened faces and
chauffeur. "I think.” he said. “I will
He— Don't you think It would be a
dressed In the most grotesque cos
get out here und walk the rest of the
good Idea to hang up souk mistletoe?
tumes seek out a wren, which Is the
way home.”
She— Christmas Is several weeks
smallest of all birds In Ireland, and
The chauffeur was surprised, but he
away.
carrying It with them go from house
was too well-trained to show surprise.
lie — Yes, but we could be practic (to house all over their particular part
He got out before a large store
ing.
of the country, asking, or rather sing
where In the window was a decorated
ing a request for a little help with the
Christmas tree. He went Inside the
celebration which takes place In the
HER CHRISTMAS TRIP
store. No longer did he feel go lonely.
village that evening. There are sev
He, too, had a purpose In mind. He
The family were going away for eral verses which they use. the fol
was a part of all of thia now.
Christmas to their old home In the lowing being a sample of their kind:
Tinsel, candles, red colored paper,
beautiful country which they loved so
ribbons, small toys, decorations, oh.
much. They hadn't gone back nt The v n n . tha w ren, th e k in g o f all
bow much he bought. His arms were
birds.
Christmas time for ever and ever ao S t S tep h en 's day, sh e w e e c a u g h t In
filled with bundles
long.
the furze.
Just as were the
They said, at first, they would give A lth o u g h sh e Is lit t le her fa m ily Is
arms of others. It
g rea t.
their faithful, wonderful took a check
was such fun to
So p le a se try y o u r p o ck et and giv e
and
a
holiday,
and
then
they
asked
ue a tr a te (tr e a t)
carry bundles, too.
her If she would like tl ze Christmas
S in g h o lly , e ln g ivy. sin g iv y . elnr-
He had n e v e r
h o lly .
trip hs her Christmas present.
known before the
Would she Indeed? ."nst because J u st a drop to d row n m ela n ch o ly .
Joy of overcrowd
And If you d raw It o f the beet
she was no longer a clfild It didn't I hope In H ea v en you r so u l w ill rest
ed arms.
mean that she couldn't enjoy as a And If you d ra w It o f the em ail
Home he went,
It w ill n ot e g r e e w ith th e w ren boys
child I
carrying his be
, a t all.
She
went
and
she
loved
It
all—even
l o v e d purchases
the over-crowded trains, the hurrying
with him.
And
And so much Is the spirit of hospi
masses of people In the Jamtned sta tality and good w ill in evidence at
then he summoned
tions— for wasn't it her Christmas Chriatmss time that they very seldom
the Janitor to his
trip?
lonely suite, which
meet with a refusal and by evening
She. too. was a part of H r great
u-iw seemed filled
the pile of entail stiver pieces has
holiday
travel
I—
M.
O.
Bonner.
with the Christ
grown Into large enough proportions
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mas cheer.
He
to warrant a big celebration nt which
talked It all o\er
all the young folk« In the district
SPEAKING OF FUEL
with him, the plains
make merry.— Katherine Edelman.
for the tree, for
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A Christmas gift for the man with
his own Hants Claus suit.
the average domestic supply of coal:
He had given the Janitor money he
CHRISTMAS CANDLES
A magnifying glass, a pair of tweez
fore, of course. This time he would
ers
nnd
the
framed
motto.
"K
.
ep
the
take part In the Christmas of the chil
It Is a pleasant custom, when the
home fires burning."—Louisville Cou
dren of the Janitor.
Christmas tree Is lighted and Its many
rier-Journal.
Christmas morning came.
Never
candle« fall to give all the needed
had he arizen so early on n Christmas
cheer, to light a candle from its fires
THE RIGHT SPIRIT
morning. Dressing himself carefully,
and give the taller candles on the
he went downstairs. He had worked
shelf and on the table a share In the
Put
the
Christmas
spirit
lr
to
your
until late the night before, decorating
politics and keep the partlsa a spirit happy Illumination.— C. O. Hazard.
the tree, but he was not tired.
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Suddenly there was a cry, a cry of out of your Christmas.
I
Joy such at he had never heard.
“Why, there's Santa Claus I Dear,
dear Santa Claus.”
The Janitor's children had always
been afrald o f him, but not ao of Santa
Claus I He undid hla pack, he took
gifts off tha tree, and tha children
climbed over him. kissed him. hugged
him, loved him. With what a splendid
gusto they loved him I
And the children begged Santa Claus
to stay for dinner. Curious thing for
him to be doing! But he stayed, and
fog the first time, almost since he had
been a child himself, he had a Christ
mas, a real Christmas, a Christmas
filled with love which had driven the
loneliness out I
1
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Story o f a S to ck in g
T h at W a3 S o Lrnpïy
With Christina« Love
<£» !•>>. W M tera N ew sp ap er Unto a >
T H E far-
flung land of
-Aj1 the west the
G reat Spirit,
early
winter
not understand why the chil
Reveals Story
had been on
dren did not like him. He gave
usually mild and
of Christmas
them good advice. He patted
although it was near
them upon their heads. He ex
ing Christ mo«, now the weather was
bright and clear, almost spring-like In pressed the hope that they would be
successful in life as be had been, lie
Its mildness.
promised them rewards If they would
Everywhere that the message of the
behave thetnselves as ha wanted them
Christ Child had reached, men and
to. Yet they came to bis school un
women were busy and happy pre
willingly and went home from It glad
paring for the great day, a new and
ly. They were respectful, but unsmil
added Joy of life surging within tbelr ing.
hearts
Into each borne there had
It was with hope, but not without
coma a strengthening and rekindling
difficulty, that a friend persuaded
of family ties and
Phlletus to officiate ns Santa Claus at
a new birth of
the Christmas festival and to assume
love and service
the traditional garb of the p a rt Phi-
that reached out
letue did not see much use In such
even beyond the
fanciful doings, but yielded to solici
home.
tation and appeared upon the occasion
Out on the res
with as much grace as a feeling of
ervation, however,
foolishness would allow.
His spare
the Indiana went
form was now rotund, his sober gar
about tbelr tasks
ments had become gay, and the Jolly
as usual, for no
mask that had been adjusted to bis
hint ef the wonder
long face gave him quite a new ex
and the glory of
pression.
tha C h r i s t m a s
As the Joy among the children pro
time had yet come
gressed and the spirit of fun und
to them. And If
frolic mounted high Phlletus begun
they felt a mys
to experience a change of heart. To
terious something
bis amazement he began having u good
In the air at this
time himself and to feet like a real
time, they under
Saint Nicholas. For this reason, per
stood It not at all,
haps. he overexerted himself to such
for the brightness
an extent that hla mask fell off und
from the Star of Bethlehem had not
It was revealed to the surprised audi
yet burst upon them.
ence that tt had been contradict,ug
Moonlight Brook was very lonely—
the face of Mr. Solemcolly.
ahe had only little Sliver Star, her
This was really the best feature of
daughter, with her now—tha big chief
the evening, and It proved to have a
had aent Strong Oak. har husband,
permanence about It, for, from that
with other braves, on a mission to ■
time, the Phlletus phiz shortened, mid
distant
village.
And
Moonlight
.broadened, and fattened, and colored
Brook had missed him every hour, for
up, until It cume to look a good deal
their love was still burning as bright
like the face of that old fairy who
as the big camp Ore that biased near
la alwaya young and kindly.
the tepees at dusk.
80 the musk that fell off left Its
Her love of the great open spaces
Imprint and stayed on, and Phlletus.
helped to cheer her during the long
able to be merry, became the funilllur
hours of his absence. Every day with
friend of the children.— Christopher G.
little Silver Star ahe wandered afar.
Hazard.
In these lonely placet that ahe went
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there always came to her the sense
of some unknown presence—the hand
of some great power.
Early one morning Moonlight Brook
called little Silver Star to her and
told her that they would go for a
long walk, away up to Roaring Creek.
Moonlight Brook was lost In wonder at
the beauty of the etene. but a great
and sudden change had come over the
day. Now, looking a t the lowering,
threatening sky. ahe decided that she
must make all possible haste back
to the village. For with the dark
ness and the gloom that had come over
all there had come, tpo, from acroa
the prairie a low menacing wind
that carried with It at times small,
dry snowflakes.
Indian Brave,
G uided by
THE TRADE
His Christmas
Spent at Club
THE O FTIM ISrS VIEW
THOSE SLIPPERS
.. b X ia «
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pr* tI L \ ur*
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The optimist reflects that the shop-
,f w,n i - ping
- rush would be ™
much more uncom-
enme on July
25.
Radio P a rts
Special dtscounta on
The true diplomatist la one who can
aay "Just what I needed’ while «pecu
lating on his chances at the exchange
counter.
Now is the time to get these pert* 1 In distributing holiday cheer as the
Write us for snything in R -R 1O.
j postman.
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CHRISTMAS CAROLS
T I N A SM ALL v illa g e ev ery
C h ristm a s ev e th e o rg a n ist
o f th e lit t le ch u rch and som e
o f th e g ir ls and b o y s o f the ch oir
g o forth a n d s in g carols.
T h ey g o to Homes w h ere th ere
are o ld er p eop le, p erh ap s w h ere
th e y ca n n o t g e t o u t d u rin g the
w in te r tim e, and th ey g iv e th e ir
C h ristm a s co n cert.
And th e y s in g under the w in
d o w s o£ th e se h o m es so th a t th e ir
v o ic e s sound tr u ly a s ca ro ls su n g
u nder the sta r e on th e n ig h t b e
fo re C h ristm as.
A sim p le en o u g h th in g to do.
perhaps, b u t v e r y lo v ely .
It
b rin g s p lea su re to th o se who
h ear th e c a r o ls and th o se who
s in g them lo v e t h is C h ristm a s
tim e f e s tiv a l o f t h s lr v ery own.
— M ary G raham Bonner.
(© . 1929. W estern N e w sp a p e r U n ion .)
UNDER THE MISTLETOE
"Oh. professor, see the hlg bunch
of mistletoe I have hung on the
chundeller,” exclalmde the young lady,
standing under It and smiling roguish
ly.
Young and Leemed Professor (look
ing
near-sightedly
through
his
glasses)— “Ah. yes. It Is an excellent
- specimen of the Vlscum Album, ef
.the order Loranthncaea. It Is a Jointed
• dlçhotoinas shrub.” And that was all.
IN MERRIE ENGLAND
The English Christmas Is not unlike
ours, save that we do not have their
pretty custom of "bringing In the
yule.” In almost every family In Eng
land the boys ar.d girls gather about
the burning log on Christmas Eve te
sing carols and tell Christmas legend*
Often the children who live In the
country assist at the dragging In of
the huge log. An English child would
not feel that it was Christmas If there
were not a bit of mistletoe banging in
the hall, under which the unwary are
kissed soundly. Little and big eat the
rich and blazing plum pudding, and all
Join In the singing of Christmas carols
and churchgoing.
A W IS H
A Merry Christmas,
yea
day ef
lau gh ter,
And here's wish ter every day there
after:
When Christmas goes, as it of course
must do.
May every day that ootx.it he merr».
IT TAKES COURAGE
' ario Condensers
Variometers
THE POSTMAN SETS THE PACE
Variocouplers
would he merriment enough
Sockets & Rheostats 1 for There
all If everybody worked as hard
RALSTON
ACOB SCRIM was accounted a
prosperous man. Early In life
he had adopted a motto of get-
rhere-atlveness that had ap
parently served him well. He
could survey premises that yielded
good rentals to him. mortgages that
were a first claim upon good farms,
stocks and bonds that were culled gilt-
edged. Sitting In Ills dingy office be
did not appear to have any very exact
ing business, but hla clients found that
there was plenty of exaction before
they were done with him. It was a
favorite amusement with him during
the Intervals of occupation to go over
his books, gloat over his securities,
and refinger a stock of gold that he
kept to assure himself nt the reality
of his power and the possibilities of
his life, should he ever care to use
them.
This glittering Illusion ho
strangely kept In nn old stocking, bard
by another In the massive safe, the
second containing a collection of
gems that he lived to handle without
letting any of them slip through his
fingers.
H e was thus amusing himself one
Christmas Eve, all unconscious of the
radioed and radiant hopes and pur
poses that filled the atmosphere out
side and ever surged through bis room
In which he sat, aDd all unable to tune
In with any of them, when he seemed
to see upon the wall a handwriting
and to hear a voice flint Interpreted it
to him. saying: “Oh poor dupe of
falsity I When w ill you hang up a
stocking emptied by benevolence and
make an Investment In real happiness?
When will you serve love, that It may
present you with his best gifts? Are
there none who need but cannot hav^
In this great city? Are there no hope-
f»l children who will creep down to
disappointment on Christmas morning?
Power of light and beat, of truth and
love, of purest happiness Is In these
baubles that you handle, but your
heart Is shriveled up Into nothing
ness. You have lost your Income nnd
must leave your principal. Come with
me.”
Was It a dream? Who can say? But
they found him there the next morning,
cold with n new coldness and grasping
with a futile hand the full stocking
that was so empty I— Christopher G.
Hazard.
For your
C H R IS T M A S
Candies.
The Ross
Confectionery,
Albany, has a full line.
Perry street, opponte St. Presets hotel.