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The |||aeco fflarehoiKC milling ( • . tank, of fflore. 1 111 I W T h e T r u t h A b o u t S a n ta Claus. I w rite myself down as one who still believes In Santa Claus. Don’t you? By FRANK H. SW EET. Are you oue of those very literal folk who have their doubts whether they Copyright. 1909. by A n u r ie x n Pre»« ought to let their children cling to the A iso c i.tiu n beautiful old myth? T was the good ship Polly, and Without Imagination, without dreams, ahe tailed the wintry sea, without poetry, thin old world of ours For ships must sail though would be a very wearisome place. Its fierce the gale, and a pre­ road 'w ould be steeper than It Is—much like sleighing over hare ground would cious freight had she. our progress be as compared w ith ’Twas the captain’s little daughter sleighing over deep, hnrd packed snow. stood beside her father’s The poetic myth of the old aalnt, chair with tils reindeer und hls Jingling bells And illumined the dingy cabin with and Ids bulging pack of toys and bon­ bons. has charmed a thousand genera­ the sunshine cf her hair. tions. The stocking hung by the chim­ With a yo heave ho and a yo heave ney on Christmas eve, the children staying awake until sleep pounced on ho! them like a strong maa armed, the For ships must sail presents filling them from top to toe Though fierce the gale In the morning, the rush of the bare And loud the tempests blow. feet hurrying fast across the floor, the The captain's fingers rested on the merry uproar, the bubbling laughter, the shouts of Joy—the whole of thia pretty, curly head. fuinlly pngeaut belongs to dear 'Santa “Tomorrow will be Christmas day,” Claus. We owe It to him. Gradually, the little maiden said. as the golden mists of childhood clear “Do you suppose that Santa Claus before the suu and the "traillug clouds will find us on the sea of glory” fade, our small men and wo­ And make believe the stovepipe is a men discover that Santa Claus la not one, but ten thousand; that-he Is better chimney just for me I” than they knew, being Just the spirit Loud laughed the jovial captain and of love, good w ill and beautiful un­ “By my faith,” he cried, selfishness that makes the world a “If he should come we’ll let him beautiful place to live In now and know he has a friend inside!” makes It a good starting point for And many a rugged sailor oast t heaven by and by. For you and me there Is hope that we may do our doty loving look that night In this world lovingly while we keep At the stovepipe where a lonely lit­ th« fill'd heart and believe In Ranta. tle stocking fluttered white. W A Y N E H O L T. MORO»PHARMACY A (C opyrigh t, IMO, by J. W ell« Chajftpney. 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C R O fT O N , 9 4. c O A 3 T O R I A P r o p r ie to r . I . <■» Christmas » Nearest Hotel to Burinese Center, Bank« and Depot. STO P 1 Christmas eve came, and «till there was no goose. Baby Deb waa puzzled; the others were gloomy. Btlll Baby Deb would not give up. It would be low tide about 7 o’clock. Rbe knew that, for she had asked. Rhe would make her last trial. She had hope yet, but as the others knew nothing of her plana they had absolutely no hope. To them It was certain that By C H A R LE S B A R O N . there could be no Christinas goose at [C opyrigh t, 1»», by A m erican F r e w A««o their bouse that year. ela tio n .) i Seven o’clock came, and Baby Deb H ltlR T M A H la Just as much crept softly from the room and dowu Christmas at the Boon Island ataira. She opened tbs great door Juat lighthouse as It Is anywhere else a little bit and slipped out Into the I d the world. darkness—really did slip, for It waa And why not? very Icy on the rocka, and ahe ant To be sure, the nearest land la ten down very hard. However, she was miles away, and when the* winter vary chubby and did not mind It. Rhe storms come the waves dash quite IC o p yrlg h t, UKU. by J. W ell« C hxm pney. F ro m a Copley p rin t, copyright. 1M«. *» crawled cautiously «round to the big over the two acres of rocks out of C u rt lo &. C im e r ò « Boston. 1 rock, the keen wind nipping her round which the sturdy lighthouse rises. cheeks and pelting her with the frozen There are no blazing rows of streets lined w ith toyshops there, no gather­ For, you see, these parents were drops of spray. Rhe knelt down. Oh, please, dood Lord, seud ua a ing of famine«. plained how it was they snw It aa very simple hearted folk, and It seem­ We wants a doose awfuL no C h r is tm a s plainly a» he did. and ao they made ed to them very affecting that the dse! tre e « l o a d e d no more complaint. Only Tom fell children should make such sacrifice« Won't you, please, dood Lord?” Thud fell something right slougalde down with pres­ a-thlnklug. and when the others saw to iffocurs the goose for Christmas. ents, nothing to what he J t t l doing they did the same, “ And what does Baby Deb contrib­ of her. “Oh, what’s datY* she exclaimed, be seen from the the difference being that Tom was ute?" asked Papa Stoughton by way lig h th o u s e but trying to think what he could do to putting her hand out. “Why, it’s a of a Joke. the changing w a­ get the goose anyhow and they were “ 1 des Pa not dot nulfin,” waa Baby doose!” ahe cried, w ith a scream of de­ ter and unchang­ trying to think what he waa thinking Deb’s reply when tbe matter was ex­ light. as her hand cams In contact with ing rocks—water about so that they could think the plained to her. “ ’cept ’oo U te Btnlpln." a soft, warm, feathery body. She forgot to give a “thank you” for on t h r e e side» — rqe—all except Baby Deb, of course, Oh, what a laugh there waa then, and on the fourth who. being only four years old. gave for If ever there was a maimed and the goose, but she was thankful, though side a bluff bar­ herself very little concern about tbs demoralised doll It waa Rtulpln. But not so very mu^h surprised. She really W ith a yo heave ho and a yo heave Christmas Family Advios. r i e r o f rocka, thoughts of others. Her own thoughts Baby Deb was hugged and kissed as had expected I t ho! To Pupa-Rem em ber the myth of with the world I t was a heavy load for Baby Deb, If she had contributed a lump of gold For ships must sail took all her time. Banta Clan«, to keep It holy. hiding behind It bfit she was excited and did not no­ Tom finally aald “ A h r under his Instead of a little bundle of rags. » Though fierce the gale To Mam ma—Don’t w’orry about the ten miles away tice It. She made her way Into the breath and mysteriously vanished Into Papa Stoughton and Tom were to molasses candy getting on the parlor There are «lx another room after beckoning hls pn out to the mainland the first clear lighthouse, and. «tep by atep. patter, And loud the tempests blow. mg Christmas comes but once a year, c h ild ret) there, brothers and sisters to follow him. patter, ahe went upstairs and burst, «11 ,l:,v to buy the goose: but. alas, a atorm and the stores w ill sell you a parlor th o u g h , and which they did almost before they had came on. and they were forced to wait breathless. Into the sitting rooto. cry­ rug nny day. m o th e r and fa ­ for 1, to go d n w j. It did not go down. ing exultantly “I t ’a tnmmed. It’s tum- To Miss Belle—It la not necessary to fairly aald “ Ah!" ther. and If they medT aa the great gooee fell from her It grew worse and worse. Tbe wind stand uu-ler a bunch of mistletoe if Baby " Deb was "I DEM I’M MOT DOT c a n n o t make a shrieked and rnoaued and wrestled arms upon the floor. there, too. aome- you look at him the right way. M v r r i N ." Christmas th e n Well. If you think they were not sur­ To Little W illy —Don’t be envious of with the lonely tower, and the waves w h a t awestruck nobody can. Why, Baby Deb alone 1» at the mystery hurled themselves at It and washed prised you know very little «bout tbe Jimmy Jones because Banta brought folk« «aid no- material enough of which to make a a b o u t her. but Stoughton folks What they him a canuou. Next year you may get over and over the Island, and no boat ChrlMtmaa. and a very rollicking. Jolly u disappearing gun. ( It w ill disappear could have lived at all In such weather. body kwows They all talked at once, ready to lend the but by and by Papa Stoughton bad a sort of Christmas, too, hut when to mysteriously Shortly after you begin If a goose be only a goose, no matter, help of her win her you add Tom and Sue and Ann dom If necessary to make a noise w ith IL and maybe hut If It be a Chrtatmaa d ln ner-«h . chance to be heard. and Ike and Ram—well, the grim old “ Where did you get It. Baby D eb” mamma can explain.) “ We must have then! lighthouse fairly overflows w ith Christ­ a To Baby- Be K '^ L dee clever. dismal at the lighthouse It was no Tom. ■» I f It la a lonqly, old. one eyed light­ wonder If five noses were fifty times ed Deb In the most matter of fact way. “Oh!” gasped hls “V a I d D«>d! house. has It not a chimney? And do audience, moved Old Folk «t Hom« R»m«mb»r*d. a day flattened despairingly against exclaimed Papa not children there have stockings— b y A good many hundred thousand dol- the lighthouse wludows. Yea; elx m in g le d Stoughton. good. long stockings? Indeed, they amazement noses, for even Baby Deb was finally Nrs have beqp shipped home to Europe and ■ T a ld Dod!" have. And doe« not Christmas eve for t ’hrlstmn*. through the banks, by affected. gn u s a Ixird. I p’ayed DOOMS !” six bulging stockings? most of thl« money, and none to ap- realize the Importance of having a went on, “we to him. He send On the food ship Polly the Chnitmaa ¡»arvntly so poor or ragged that he or Ah, then. If you suppose that that have bad a roast goose for Christ gooes for Christmas, bnt when she had ed It to me deoi tun ahone down cunning old gentleman Rants Claus ahe has not at least tbs equivalent of grasped the Idea she became an enthu­ mas ” DOW." And on a «miling little faoe beneath n pound sterling to «end home to the does not know how to And a chimney, Ever since he was born! It might siast on the subject. Rhe explained M o re ques- even when the cold waves are pelting have been a hundred years before, the matter to her dolls and waa par­ a golden crown. dd folks. tlons and more w ith frozen spray drops ten miles from Tom ’a tone and manner, and the ticularly explicit with Rtulpln. with Ho happier child he saw that day' o^ of Baby Deb’a from land, you little know what a re­ audience was tremendously Impressed whom. Indeed, she held very elaborate Peacocks F o r T u rk e y « . ■ea or on the land explanations re­ Peacock« formerly took tbs placs of markable g ift he has that way. Than the captain’» little daughter “And,” continued the orator, “we nnd almost painful conversations. vealed the whole And the Christmas dinners they have One thing became very certain. must have one now. We w ill have one with her treaiure« in her turkeys on the.Chrtotmas tabla. story. F n n n y there—the goose, the brown, crisp. There was very little prospect of clean fo lk « , th o s e now!" i hand. Juicy, melting roast goose! W hat Church and Clergy. weather within a week, and It lacked They almost stopped breathing, Stoughton«, bnt would that dinner be without that The I have a plan.” They shuddered i only thnM> days of Christmas they «pent the For never w m a »tocking »o filled The Insurance upon Bt. Paul’s ca­ goose? W hat, indeed! •• d o d ’ a Dooaa ia with curious things. and drew nearer. “W e all must com others gloomily gave up hope, but not next ten minutes thedral. Londou. 1« about £06.000. or In DOOD." But once—they turn pale at that no did Baby Deh The truth was ahe w ip in g their There were bracelet« made of pretty bine!” the neighborhood of h alf a million dol­ llghtbouae now when they think of It— had a plan, and you know when one «yes _ ___ “O bi” In chorus. sheila and rosy coral strings, and ____ hogging and klasing and they came very near having no goose “ Do you w ant goose. Sue?” has a plan ooe has bop* too. ___ msktpg up new pet aaines for Baby An elephant oarved deftly from a bit lars. The Collegiate Dutch Reformed for dinner on Christmas day I Mamma Stoughton bad only recently ‘**Tea, Indeed!” . Deb. of ivory tusk, It came about In thia way. Papa—ah. church of New York city has to- been having a aeries of talks with “Yon. Sam?” Papa Stoughton did aay to Mamma A fan, an alligator tooth and a lit­ creased the salary of llav. Dr. David If you could only hear Baby Deb tell Baby Deb on the Important question Stoughton that night aa they were go­ “Yes." about It, It would be worth the Jour­ tle bag of musk. B. Burrell. Its seulor pastor, to >15,000, of praver. and It had occurred to Baby “l k « r ing to bed: ney. but you cannot, of ennrae. so Deb that th e goose was a good tub- “Do I? W ellP’ A w ild goose. I t waa blinded by Hot a tar aboard the Polly but felt with the promise of a pension on re­ never mind—Papa Rtoughton. the light­ waa a very clear the bright light and broke Its neck by tiring “ Ann?” the Christmas cheer, house keeper, you know, had lost all Rev. Bertrand M artin Tipple, fo r­ case to her. Tbs flying against the glass. And. after all. "Yes, sir!" his money in a savings hank that had goose was neces­ who shall say the good Lqrd did not For the captain’s little daughter was merly pastor of Embury Memorial “Me too." «aid Baby Deb, with failed early In that December. to every sailor dear. Methodist Episcopal church. Hartford. sary. W h y n ot great earnestness, for It was clear to sand l t r A goose 1« really not a very expen­ her that It was a question of eating, They heard a Christmas carol in the Conn., aud for some years pastor of the ask for IL then? A t all sventa. not a word of explana sive fowl, bnt If on« has not the and «he did not wish to be left out Methodist church at 8tamford, Conn., The great diffi­ tlou waa aald to Baby Deb, and no shrieking wintry gust, money of course one cannot buy even culty was to find on« contradicted “O f course you, too. yon deary duiw MwUMdirtAd bar her wbsn when she said at For a child had touched them by her ha« been chosen td take charge of the cheap thing. Papa Stoughton could Bling.1’ aakl Tom. work of tbe Methodist church to Boms, a secret pises for "Now. then, he aimpls, loving trust. dinner next day: not afford a goose H e said so-sald continued when order waa restore^ her devotions, for Italy . ‘ ________ “Dod’« dooss 1« dood." so before all the fam ily. With a yo heave ho and a yo heave the fam ily very “ what ahull we contribute? > 11 Ike says that the alienee that fen my new sailboat;- That ought to bring w e l l filled tbs ho! Short Stories. upon that fgm lly then was painful to Chari«« Dloksns «n Christmas. lighthouse, a n d For ships mu«t «ail — 4» ^ . cents.” , «U ia a wonderful thing.” wrote hear They looked a t one another w ith 50 Hls Baby Deb undsr- new sailboat! -Why. he had ontt Though fierce the gale w Bullets were formerly mads of atom. eyas so wide that it’s a mercy they jn«t made It and had not even tried It stood thst pray­ Charts« Dlckeoa. "tbs period of Christ­ And loud the tempests blow. One town In Spain baa one hunch­ could ever abut them again. ers ought to be ina«! I wonder how many hundreds y e t Oh, evidently this was a time of back to every thirteen Inhabitant«. No goose!" at last cried Toro, w jw aacrlflce 1 Who could hesitate now ? Carlotta Ortal complained to Rossini quietly and ss- af thousands of parents have dtoeov- Eleven years ago about 200 automo­ ared at Christmas tlms. under the was the oldest crstly made. that Giulia G riff« success aa a alngee “I ll give my ahslls.” ««‘d Sue ,“‘ro‘ biles were made and used to tha U n it­ “No goose!" cried the others In The pises was magic of the season—through some Ht- obliged her to fall back upon the dan- ed State«. Next year, builders prwdlcL . , chorus, all except Baby Deb. who was Ically found, however, tle, llttls thing dons by son or da,,« b' ear’s profession. “My ses mosses." slgl