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DIM CIH TAL JOUBMAL, SALEM. OEMO. SATURDAY. PECEMBEB 81, Mil Tag T Some Christmas Stories for Big and Little i LEHMAN & CLOUGH en tr v w n t W w. w tn m-m m. r UlSLKAL IJIKLUIURS 445 Court St. rJ i' ft i i. S ; '4i; ... v ' 1 ; , "V . y i . THE Spirit ol Ilia Miitlelur ' Her ipell nbout the Innd throwi wlda, And eytit tre bright and cheeki low Whert itlri tlx pulia of CliriilmBitlde. O frccloui branch with berriei p5rled. Whnt gloried green iiirpsiici tliii. Whole maKic twftyi the whole wide world. The rhythmic iweetnen of a kin? A CHRISTMAS A LA MODE. IT was Itoso Mario who, mnrkltiK (lm day of my lust visit on (lie calendar, Hindu (he dlHcovcry that I wuh to bclouy to falhur oil ClirlHtiuiiM day. Thin uniy sun ml n hit confiiHliii;, for moHt lit 1 lu kIi'Ih lirlmiK usually tolliolr IiiiK'iitH, tmt I, Wlllfllu WarrliiKloii, don't. Kvit hIiicu 1 can ri'iniMiilicr motlior Iiiih llvod In our tiU-o iiiuirt miMit In C'ciilriil Turk West, and fa thor has lived down In tlio KlftlcH, JiiHt off tlio nvoinio. And 1 IiHoiik to incitlicr year in and year out, exoopt Iiik thrcn (In h In ouch moufh, and for thcHi til rc( (la.vfi I IicIoiik to fallirr. When Hum' Marlu mailu tlio (IIncov ory that my next vIhII to I'lfly koiiio thlii); Hired would fall upon tlio 'jrlli of liociMiilicr kIio wan (pilto ready to cry her llltlc lilacli c.vcn out. Kallicr Hcut tin hroiiKluini on tlio nioriiliiK of tlio " llli. "Illlllo, ltllllc, dcarl" cried mother. rliiNpliifi mo tightly In her anus when hi eiiilKlit Kilit of llio ciii'I'Iiiku wlilcli win to tako inn away. "lion't you want nut to go, mother?" 1 nuked n little iiiiNteadlly. "Want yon to pi!" kIio cried. Then ho lieHltntcil and lidded, very ciiliu nnd Helf poNHCHHed: "(If course I al ways want you with nie, Illlllo, dear lint then ho (loeH your fnt'ier want you, nnd for tlio next three iIiivm you ho lonu to ti I lit. So I want you lo p." "Hut now nnd tomorrow ChrlstmiiN day! (Hi, mot her, won't I nee you tomorrow-won't I nee you on t'lirlNlmas dnyV I cried, cIIiikIiik fast to her irelty cown "I'm afraid not, weetlienrt," she nld gently. "Hut 1 want you-I want you, moth er, on Christ inn day of all dn.vn lu tint jcur." I Hi;ld. "Hut don't you want your falher. too. ltllllc, dour?" Hhc nslied. "(Mi, I know you do yon must! So run bIoiik, dear little clrl, ruu-i'iilckly!" She let me ko and pushed iik gently from her, nnd I knew liy tlio Niulle In her IiIk hrown eyes Hint the learn were very near. ha I tier ih ualtlnn for me on the KtepM of the Cordova, and when lie miw the triimh;iin hull miller tile llinnpilse and just ime little Kill step out hln face went all a ki'Iii, ami he picked Hie up anil kissed hie "Well, well, well! Where's Itoso Millie?" he nskeil. and then I told lllm alio hud xtnppcil at lionie I wInIi you could see Inther'n rooms In the Cordova. They are ever ho nlee. with dark walls Mini 'i.v rnu-s nnd hit; aiiliNlautlal looklni; f iirnltinv. There s nn open tlrephice and a line old settle with no end of red ciislnins In his den nnd II Is here we sit of an ovenlin; Klde liy side, and talk until lieiltluie After we hud none up In the elevntor to father's Hpartmeiit lie turned to nie nnd asked me about the (lav's pro Krnin. "I'd like to ko down to the shops fl er luncheon,' I told lilm promptly. "(iiHHt! Jolly! And suppose ws go 0EIHD v. . I 1 fi ': ? : f -A f , l i ' i i ' " , f'V J ' x f. v t A ' 1 . f .J tv? 58...' '." . ,1.-. Yl at th wintnr, wepln, diet The chnrm till maiten Cupid, Whene'er he loolci In Piyche'i eyet He teei the mirrored mistletoe. down to ono of thu more quiet of the 1 1 1 K li'ilels nnd lunch there," he hii Id. lie always) does think of thu very nicest thing's! A IiIk hotel downtown After luncheon wu entered our han som nualn and wero driven uwny to ono of tlio lilt,' simps, where, ns dither put II, one can liny everything from a collar button to a steam launch. Itoso Mario Hays men do not like shopping, hut, then, Itoso Mario doesn't know everything In tlio world, n ml father nnd 1 hud n beautiful tlino. We nought nil Borl of (jlfla for Just every hody, ami rather didn't look wllllu I selected Ills present, nnd I Uldu't look while ho xelected mine. "Now," I said, as wo enmo out of tlio department store, "I wnnt to buy mother's gift." "Why, of course," said father hur riedly. "What do you want? Whcro do yon wnnt to go? I'll tell the cab by." "1 haven't decided whnt to Ret," I said slowly. "What do you tlllnk? Can't you NiiKKost HomethliiK, fntller?" llo shook 111 head. "I'm nfrnld I can't, Itlllle," he told mo quietly. "(.Jet "Oil, UOTHMl," I SUOUl'KU. whatever you Hunk your niolher will like I know she will appreciate It nil the more If you select It yourself." He put me In the hansom and. Jump im; lu hlmselr, told the iiian lo drive slowly up the avenue. Tills would plve mo time lo divide upon the pre cut and where It should Ik- purchased I was w averlni! bet ween n set of silver for her Antoinette desk and a pair ot K'- ualollca Jars for her tavorlle dwnrf plucs when our tiiiiisoin wiis eauuht In a blivk Iiinvtly abreast of our liausom wn mini her one, ours koIiik north, our neltlilior's conilni; south, and lls I turn ed my head I looked straight Into mot b er's eyes! She was the sole occupant of the south couiliiK cnl). "Mother!" I snouted. "Ob, mother, oiot her 1" ''P UK. J. " "UlUIbr she cried. We bnd both seen ench other together, Just as we always see everything together. "Whnt Is the trouble?" begun fnthor when he, too, turned tils head and looked Into mother's lovely eyes. "Ilow-do-do, Will?" she siUd softly. I saw fnthor clinch his hands tightly, then, "Ilow-de-do, Nell?" ha returned. "Awful block, Isn't It?" "Oh, very bad!" suld mother, but she was looking at me sitting so proudly At father's sldo, and presently I cnught the suspicion of a tear In ber eyes, Di rectly a big lump cntno In my throat. I saw how It was. Mother was think ing of Christmas and of ber little girl. nml I wns sorry, sorry for ber and for fnt her too. The surface cars banged their bells, tlio policemen shouted and thu cnbbles swore. And all tlio while our hansom was Jammed tightly next to mother's, nnd we snt Btnrlng straight nt ench other and snylng not a word. Just then a policeman enme up to mother's hansom and shouted to the cabby, It seemed that tlio left wheel of mother's hansom was locked In the right wheel of another carriage In such a wny ns to render It unsafo to pull out. The pollcemnn, who of course know nothing of our affairs, said: "Step across Into the hansom next to you, rnn'nui. Its wheels aro snfo, and I'm thinking tlio Hue will be moving north first." Poor mother flushed cruelly nnd said not n word, but Just sat there looking Willi pleading eyes nt father. But fa ther didn't move, nnd neither did he speak, so I took (lie situation In my two small hands nnd said: "Kiiiher, won't you help mother Into our cab?" Iilroctly I gpoko to father he was nil attention nnd politeness. He stood up ninl held out his hand to mother nnd I carefully helped her across Into our hansom. I believe mother would never hit vo come only she lyiew that n great many persons had heard mo anil were watching us, nnd so she yielded grace fully, as mol her nlouo can. When she wns In our cub nnd silting down with mo squeezed In between father nnd herself, she mlsed her eyes and said quietly: "Thank you, Will." A moment Inter the line stnrted, slowly moving northward, and our hnusnin' went with the others, father and mother nnd I were sitting side by sldo. It seemed so good Just to think of It, although I knew It all came of an accident alone. After wo had gone two blocks up town, father spoke very quietly and with tightly pressed lips. "I'll speak to the man and loll him lo slop nt the next corner. Then I'll get out nnd you mid Illlllo cno have the cab to yourselves." "There Is no need for you to get out. Will," mother told him quickly. "It Is I who nm the Intruder. Have him stop, please, mid I will llud another han som." "I wouldn't have you do that for the world," ho returned. "I Bhull lenve you at tlio next corner; Hint Is settled." Mother put out her hand mid let It rest lightly on father's arm. "Will," she cried, "please don't make mo feel worse than I already do. I was forced lu your enh, by accident It Is true, but nevertheless, I did allow you to help me enter IL Hut that was because people were watching us iiud I thought It best. Now thnt we are out of Hie tnngle, I must thank you mid nsk you to set me down at once! ICIse I shall never forgive you." And they continued to talk, nnd the linnsom continued on lls way, nnd no body but myself noticed that we hud got well uptown nnd were within two blocks of the apartment building In Central Hark West, where mother nnd I live. So, qulto unobserved. I spoke up the tube to the cabby, mid said: "The Slrnthinore. anil quick, please!" Wo turned down a cross street Into iinollier, nnd before one could say ".lack ltoblnson" we had stopped nt the door of the Slrnthinore. "Oh!" cried mother. "What Is this?" frowned father. Hut ho leaped out on Hie snow cov ered pavement and gave mother his hand. A moment In tor we nil hurried up the steps nnd -stopped In the lohbyl "Thank you," said mother. "You are very kind." Father laughed. "Oh, not nt nil," he told her. "This Is not n case of being kind - exactly." "Won't you couip In-for a little a cup of tea. perhaps?" asked mother slowly. I don't know what father would have answered, so I took no chances "lo come!" I cried, and looked nt mother to further second my Invita tion. "Yes, do," she said, without raising her eyes. "Thanks. I will!" cried father, nnd wo all went up In the elevator together When we were safely In mother's pretty silting room and I had securely locked the door, I slipped away nnd left them together. Somehow It seemed ns If they would gel along better with out me Just then. anil, besides, I think I had helped a lot ns It was for a mere little tilrl. don't you? An hour later-It seemed hours nml hours inter, although It really wasn't, or course I went back nnd found mother In father's arms. "Oil. won t we have a bully Christ mas?" I cried Joyfully "Father nnd mother nml I -what a lovely, lovely time we'll have together!" "Yon can wnger anything yon own thai we will," laughed father "Why It "Hi no ,i regular Christmas a la mode. eh. Nell?" And then tie khsed mother, and mother hid her happy face on uls broiul shoulder, anil wns oh, so happy! Merry Christmas. Indeed!-W. Carey Wonderlj In Smart Set. MR, MARDIFIELD'S CHRISTMAS GRANDSON, I WONDER who they nre!" said old Mr. Manlilielil. Ho wns standing nt the win dow of the breakfast room, looking across the sunny street nt an unpretending little cottage. "Whom do you mean, uncle?" asked Clnrn liarton, who expected to be her grundiincle's heiress. "Why, those people across the wny!" "Oh, common folks, 1 dare say. No body else would live In that house." Old Mardlllcld came to the breakfast table. lie sighed softly as he took the cup from Clara's Jeweled hand. "Undo, dear, you aro very silent," said Clnrn. "I wns only thinking, my dear," snld tlio old gentleman apologetically. "Only thinking!" Yes, his mind had gone back years along the dusty track of tlmo, and he had been mutely pon dering upon what the result would have been had he shaped his course illfferently In the days that wero gone He had had a son once, of whom he had been proud nnd, fond, uiid If "I would have done anything for lilm-nnythlng," thought Mardllleld, swallowing Ills coffee, "if ho would only have beet) willing to consult my feelings a little. Hut when ha mar ried that western girl It was like drawing a gulf between ns, nnd ho knew It Hut he's dead now, nnd even on his deathbed ho was too proud to send for his old fallier." These were the thoughts that were passing through old'Marililleld's mind. As the old gentleman was returning from n walk later In the cool sunshine n little fellow hanging over the gate accosted him eagerly. "Sir, tire you Santa Clans?" "Not that I know of. Why?" "You nre like the picture In my book," said the boy "n fat old gentle man, with n long white beard nnd lots of parcels. And my mamma snld Santa Chins wouldn't come to our "MA1MU, I AM SANTA CLATJS." house 'cause we were so poor. And I wnnt n stocking full of toys, like the other boys, nnd a new sled, and n pair of skates, and I thought If I bow Santa Clans I'd nsk him." Here n soft voice from the window culled "Lionel! Lionel!" nnd the np parltlon slipped down from the gate and ran uwny. "A cunning llttlo rogue!" thought Mitrdlliold. "Santa Clans, eh? An old gentleman with n long white bea ni hil! ha! ha! And 1 might have had Just such a chubby rascal of a grand son ns that If only 1 wonder If they would object to my adopting him! Santa Clnus, eh? Well. I believe I will turn Santa Clans for once!" The stars were shining out, tiny points of gold, through the darkness of the Christmas eve, when Mr. Mardl field knocked nt the door of the little cream colored cottage. "Come In!" a gentle voice called, nnd Mardlfleld, groping his way through a semlllghted hallway, found himself In the presence of a sweet faced woman, In a pillowed chair, her fingers busied In some piece or knitting. "Madam." said he. bowing courteous ly, "I nm Snntti Clans!" And then he told her the story of how little Lionel had nccosted him In the morning "Yon are very kind, sir." snld the woman tremulously. "We nre poor so poor, In fact, that the barest noccssn rles of life nre sometimes beyond our reach -and little Lionel's dream of San ta Clans must have gone unrealized If It were not for your thoughtful con sideration " She smiled faintly, with a motion of her white transparent finnd toward the chimney, but as Mr Mardllleld turned round to look he started ns If smitten by some sudden blow. "My Hod"' he unsped. "whose picture Is that haiiL-Ing over the mantel?" "My liu-briiid's portrait, sir." "Your husband's! Then," nnd he turned once mote to face her, "you nre Charley's wife!" "My husband' name was Cbnrles Mardllleld." she answered. Little Llo nel. a wakened by the loud voice In which the old gentleman had spoken, sat up In his bed. with disheveled curls and big e.Mw "Santa Chins. Santa Clans!" he cried "Mainuia, I knew he'd comer "My child." sHld Mr. Mardlfleld. lift Hir the little form In his arms, "Snnta Claus has wnt you a grandfather." JEW- CHBISTMAS 4PBESENT4 pfir wans brooks Ej ELNATHAN TODD kep' company With Lucy Kerr to tarnal The wc-9men all declared that he Wat doin' her a greejoua wrong. They 'lowed he ought to let her know What his intentions reely were, Or give somebody else a show To come a-ihinin' up to her. But always when Elnathan tried To pop the question so I've beared He'd stammer like his tongue was tied And choke all up, he was so skeered. And Lucy, bein" bashful, too, Would set and trem'le like a leaf, And havin' nothin' else to do Would gnaw her pocket han'kerchlef. At last the women folks agreed Twas time for them to take a hand, So, under Widder Barton's lead, They told the parson what they planned, j. And, bein's that the parson was Pursuin' of the wldder's heart, He 'lowed they had a righteous cause And promised he would do hit part. So when the Chrit'mas doin's were The church was full at full could be. And all the gals but Lucy Kerr Got presents from the Chris'mat tree. At last the parton, with a smile, Called Lucy's and Elnathan's names, And they went blushin' up the aisle, Not knowin' of the women's aims. "Take hold o' hands," the parson said, And, not suspectin' what it meant, Before they knowed it they were wed, Both havin' give their full consent, Then all the congregation stood, While Widder Barton pitched the key, And ev'rybody tang that good Old hymn, "What Shall the Harvest Be7" CHRISTMAS 100 YEARS AGO. Apprehension Felt From British Navy In the War of 1812. Six months or the war of 1S1U nnd elapsed when the people of the United States celebrated Christmas a hundred years ago, Hull bnd surrendered De troit, but another Hull hnd won a de cided victory over the Hritish ship Ciiierriore, while nnother ship, the United States, had captured the Mace donian. In New York a great Christ mas banquet wns given to Cnptaln Isaac Hull, commanding the Constitu tion, "Old Ironsides," which hnd won the buttle with the Cueriiere, and to Captain Stephen Decatur, commander of the United States. The banquet wns given In the City hotel, which occupied the whole front of n block from Cedar to Thames streets, In the vicinity of Wall street. This was the last Christmas festival I In New York till after the signing of the pence treaty, for in 1S13 the city i was plunged Into black despair over Ihe fear of the l'.iillsh navy nnd the distress tliMt had been caused to our I commerce nnd shipping. j Looked nt from this distance, It seems little less than n miracle thnt I the comparatively puny American nnvy ' should have whipped the navy of Great iiniain, then the greatest In the world. The panic In which our chief seaport town was thrown by the fear of attack from the mistress of the seas Is easily limit rstood. STAllt.K served him And for a t,ed a manger mean. l"t ovr hit head, htm advent tell iii. A now nnd wondrous slar is seen. Ansel, rehearse lo men the story, I h o (id story of his birth "li'lory' ra'" ,h 'nthem- Tarth.'n h'Sh on The First Christmas j tor a iS THE NEW WAT. The highest Ideal In burlul reeptaclcs la attained by using the N tlonal steel reinforced Waterproof Coment Vault. It Is the best burial vault of any material that has heretofore been produced. It Is lasting as the hills, perfectly dry and sanitary, nml always remaining so. Space in a mausoleum costs largo sums of money, and beyond tlm reach of many. This vault Is within the reach of all, and answers the same purpose. Lehman & Clough, the well-known, progressive funoral directors of Salem, wishing to give the pioplo of this city and valley se'rvico' equal to that found anywhere, have purchased the necessary molds formulas for waterproofing and patent rights This vault may ltJ seen In tho I. 0. 0. 1 cemetery, and they are planning to placo them In every cemetery in the valley, as they aro the only cement vault that can bo shipped, - .... lj uk'.tt ; I -.! ( .J! f . V...vw.:, THE OLD ..WILLAMETTE UNIVERSITY., SALEM, OREGON FOUNDED 1S1I. Great Location Great Alumni Great History I Across street from tlio State Capitol. Many leading men of the Pacific Northwest are old students of W. U. Strong Courses, Strong Faculty, High Standard, Great Library Privil eges. For catalogue address PRESIDENT HOMAN, Salem', Oregon. SALEM ABSTRACT CO. (INCORPORATED) ESTABLISHED 1880 Abstracts of Title for Marion County A. A. LEE, President, JANUARY FIRST WE WILL OCCUPY OCR NEW OFFICES ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF SALEM BANK & TRUST BUILDING Ruef Brothers, Florists 123 North A fine line of ferns and all kinds of potted plants, fern dishes, jar dlnlers, palms and holly wreaths. A potted plant will make your wife or mother a most satisfactory gift. THANKING for your increasing patronage and continued good will, we extend to you the Best Wishes of the Season Yokohama Crockery & Tea Co. DERBY & WILLSON 207-208 United States National Bank Building SELL Farm and City Property ALL KINDS OF FRUIT TRACTS INSURANCE AND MONEY TO LOAN. wu, write or phone .i ; y ' ',' -.:- J.;;'1 WAY. Oldest Institution West of Jiocky Mountains. GEORGE J. WATSON, Secy. Liberty St YOU ALL Main 320 i
