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A CHRISTMAS
MESSMXAT NIGHT
By ALICE E. ALLEN.
Copyright 1813, by American Press Asso
ciation. I
T seemed to Ruth as she Dow foi
the dozenth time to bor telephone
that dreary afternoon of the dn;
before Christmas that she had
friends In the grim old city of which
he had never known until then true
friends, even if they were bumble und
too poor to do niore than telephone
their good wishes.
This special message was from
Eutb's proprietor. Could be call thut
evening? limb's "Of course not, Mr.
Mayne," was firm. Could be take her
out, then a dinner somewhere, the
theater? Just this once, for Christ
mas' sake? tilth's refusals as trans
mitted by the telephone were all firm
and relentless. But as she emtio away
and snt down In bur chair by the win
flow her eyes were wistful.
"It will never do for the proprietor
to call upon bis steuoKrapher," she
aid, with a sorry little smllo. "To be
tire, there was a time" when he was
her father's clork-"but times have
changed,"
Perhaps born mho It was Christmas
ve, when memories, no mutter how
well behaved nt other times and sea
sons, will walk abroad; perhaps be
cause other things-such as love, Joy,
peace and good will were thronging
heaven and earth below; perhaps only
because Iluth was tired and perplex
BIB BKFUSALS WK11K FIHH AND ItKIilNT
liKHH. d and lonely whutuvor tho rensou
lltlng there In bor little window,
looking dowu upon the street, with Us
throng of gay, good nnturud, shoppers,
Ituth did what she had sternly forbid
den herself to do she want back over
the years which hail mailo such changes
In ber life. There was her father's
business disgrace, the loss of every
thing, followed by bis death. Then
came her own beginning in business.
In spite of herself, Ituth smiled to think
of what her old friends would say
could they know what a cnpuble little
business woman necessity bnd made of
ber. Hut not one of them all knew
where she was. Net one had traced
tier to this great city t lint Is, except
Jock. Jack? As soon as Ituth admit
ted that name Into her thoughts, It
dominated all elso. it brought back Its
owner strong, manly, Insistent one of
the won't-lake-no-for nn answer kind
Ituth found herself wondering almost
that Jack bad taken her no as dual
Apparently be tin tt. It had surely been
a strong as she could umlie IL Ami
he hud gone n way and had not come
back With the nuiny friends who hud
rung up to ask how she was and to
say "Merry Christmas" there had beeu
Iio Jai'k-Jack of the strong face, the
loyal heart, the tender eyes and voice
How had she ever let htm go?
"Home time you will want mo, Ituth,"
be hud mii HI Above the rush and roar
of the great city Ituth heard the words
gain Jusl as she bud beard them ur
nry day und every night slurp Jack
had gone away. "I could urge you now.
but I want you of your own free will,
dear Anil you will eouie some day.
I do not even in-eil to i,k a promise I
know. What Is ours dues mine to in
If we wait I ci n wall "
That was three years Br At first
Ituth bad half ekpixled hi return
Hut he never i n me And he never sent
her A word Ituth wns tired of wuleh
tug the iiihIIs now And her proud III
tie bend told ber eager little heart thut
It was not fair to call Jack back Just
because life was burd and lonely and
almost unlH-arable sometimes. So she
tolled awny until toll became work
work that she enjoyed Hue had her
little rooms by bcrwif, her books, her
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pictures, enough to eat and wear.
What more need any one ask? Noth
ingexcept at Christmas. At Christ
mas, to a woman, love is a necessity.
That night, in the middle of the
darkest hour, Ruth sat up straight In
bed. She was absolutely sure that tbe
telephone bell ovor bor desk bad Just
romj. . AJJ. was gtin, so, after a.niln
uoj of waiting, she toy flown again,
laughing to herself. The telephone
had been so busy all day bringing her
messages that she had beard It In her
dreams. It could not really have rung.
After a little she drowsed off, only
to bear its shrill Jingle again and
again. It no longer wakened her. But
In her dream she went to the tele
phone, took down the receiver and lis
tened. Out of tbe darkness and dis
tance a voice spoke Jack's voice.
"Merry Christmas" was its only mes.
sago. Rut ho strong and clear were
the words that when Ituth finally
awoke to n sunny Christmas morn
ing, she still tingled to their memory.
Perhaps, when one first awakes, the
heart has more control over one than
tho head. Anyhow, when Ituth sat up
and looked out of her window at the
already busy streets far below her, her
heart was doing the talking.
"Jack Is waiting for you some
where," It snld. "And he belongs to
you. Why not claim your own?"
Aftor a minute Huth's heart spoke
again. "What If you are poor? What
If he Is not rich? Can't two work to
gether better than apart? Why not
give Juck n 'Christians gift? Tbe only
one he wants?"
Ruth did not give ber head time to
arguo with her heart. As soon as sho
was dressed she was at the telephone
giving Jack's business number. After
she hud waited what seemed a long,
long time bor head did remind her.
"Why, of eotirso." she Bald slowly,
"he will be up country todity." She
was Just about to bung up tho receiver.
"Watt a minute," cried her heart
Ilearts do know things, especially at
Christmas. And then
"Hullo!" said a big, hearty voice out
of tho distance.
Oh, Jack!" cried Ruth. "Is it you,
really you?"
Yes, Ruth," Bald tbe voice. "Who
clue? You wanted"
To wish you a merry ChrUtmas,
Jack," Ruth fullered.
'Thanks. That all?"
"Yes," said Ituth, listening to hor
bead. Then: "No not qnlto. I I want
ed to hear your voice; that's all."
"Is It?" asked the volco Ilutb wanted
to hear.
"You see, Jack," Ruth hurried on, "1
dreamed about you last night I I
thought you called me up, and and It
was only a dream."
"I came so near It," said the voice,
"that I stood hero by my phono for an
hour. Rut It wns late, and well, Ruth,
I wanted you to cnl me up this time."
"You're not In the country?"
"Not yet We go tonight"
"We?"
"Mother and I. Sho's spending part
of Christmas In tho city, Rut we mist
the snow and tbe slulghbolls and tb
borne folks."
"It sounds lovoly," cried Ruth, "and.
so Chrlstmasy. Give your mother nij
love, Jack, and wish tier the merriest
Christmas."
"Sho'll he glad to hear from you,
smiNo m huh unu window.
Ituth; we've been talking of you. Any
tiling else?"
"No."
"Hure. dear?"
Ruth's eyes were so full of tears that
us she said afterward, she couldn't see
to talk.
"Sure, dear?" asked the voice again.
"Tlml's nil," she said bravely, "only
-are you well?"
"Perfectly. And you?"
"Oh. yes! Wasn't It strange 1 heard
the Ih-II when you didn't really ring up
in hi nltl'l. Juck?"
"No," sulii jin k firmly "Your heart
heard mine, little (ilrl If only yon
would listen to It oftener "
"I ciiu'l always hear It." lauuhod
Ituth "My head Is such a good talker."
"Time's up," said a strange roles
somewhere
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"Goodby, Juck. denrl"
cried Ruth
Rut there was no unswer.
The next minute she again took down
the receiver.
"Get 3KIKI again; quick!" she said.
"Hollo."' said Jack's voice.
"Is that you, Jack?"
"Of course. Something you forgot
dear?"
"No; I didn't forget I wouldn't say
it but I must Don't look nt mo, Juck,
"I'VS UKKN IlKiDV, ALWAYS, JACK."
but listen. I'm listening to my heart
now. There Is something I want
Jack."
"Yes."
"It's a big something. Guess. No;
don't guess. Walt It's you." Ituth
hung up the receiver and run to the
chnlr by the window quite the other
side of the room.
It wns not quite a minute when the
telephone bell rang shrilly.
"In this Miss llaieu?" said the oper
ator's voice.
"Yes," said Ituth.
"Message wusu't finished wait"
"Hello!" came Jack's voice, big.
strong, vibrant with happiness. "That
you. Ituth?"
"Yes."
"Coming." snld the voice, "mothet
and I. to take you up "tale with us
Ciin you lie ready in nn hour?"
"Yes." said Ituth "I've been rend
always. Juck "
What came nest must have surprised
even (hut long suffering, much eiulur
lug wire. Sure It Is that limit's checks
(IiiiimhI like red holly berries.
And even before she ran to put hei
clothes In her suit case, to do tier hair
ami to put on ber one khI trnvn, from
nlvove her Issikcase she took a aprls
of scarlet holly. With a red rlhlmn
she tle1 It over the telephone.
"If ever anything dtoerved a merry
Christmas," she cried, "you do!"
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Quotations to Go
With Christmas Gifts I
A
PRETTY und orlglnnl touch may
be given n Christmas gift by ac
companying It with a dainty card
on which are written the recipient's
mime and some apt quotation of an
appropriate nature A few selected
quotations suitable for dltTcreut gifts
may be of Interest
l-'or a postal eui',1 album:
iCIml mrxi'Uk.'t'K thin puss from land to
ISIIll. - t.olllUelloW
l-'or n set of honUs by a well known
author;
The chief Klo-y of evo'-v people arises
from Us authors l)r JnnuiMin
Tor a stniill afternoon leu caddy:
Tru, tluni seft, thou iOar. suae und ven
eriUUo liquid -i.'oUry CniOi-r
l-'or a useful purse:
The hest frtcml nre In the purse. Oor
man Proverb
P.uppy the man who, void of cares and
st rll . '
In llurn or In leiiilii rn purio retains
A splendid shllliiiK
-John Philips.
With a puck of cards:
The cunts tient nil the players, be they
never no skllirul. Ktnenon
With a pair of gloves:
Oh, that 1 n-i-re a glove upon that hand)
Itomeo nnd Juliet
With a silver handglass:
The lienel, like a mirror, should reflect
all otocets without being sullied by any.
-CohfuelUB
Willi a "lour o(T" calendar:
The lomreM tiny muil have an end.
ItHltnn Proverb
A Christmas gift of a ring for a dan
ce or wife:
to let our love
emlleKs prove
.ml pure as gold forever.
-Hubert llerrlrk.
Kor the Inst baby:
Much Ii she worth, nnd even mors Is
nisde of li'r-V K. Ilmley
With an umbrella:
The year, meet part diiformeil with drl
ping nilrie I'nwper
With a cooklsiok:
The Insle or the kitchen Is batter than
the smell. Old Proverb.
With an electric torch lump:
To a great night a great Imnthorn. Old
Proverb
With a needlivnso:
Who hath need of a hundred syes.
Old Proverb
With a photograph:
Generally ntuela feedrtb. the dlsposltlan
of spirit which It nndeth.-l!acou.
CHRISTMAS IN MEXICO
A RELIGIOUS FESTIVAL
CHRISTMAS 'celebrations In Mexico
differ greatly from ours and usual
ly lust for several days. Bright
lanterns suspended in the ulr proclaim
the glad tidings of the holidays, and
eVery Mexican Jncul,' no matter how
humble, puts out Its beacon to light the
steps of the Suviour should be per
chance appear. The story of the birth
of the Redeemer Is annually portrayed
in all Mexican ' towns and in a sym
bolic lunguugo which the most Igno
rant can readily understand.
Tbe performance Is given by (If teen
players, consisting of Joseph and Mary
and the Infant Jesus, two archangels,
Lucifer and three of bis minions and
a number of shepherds. The costumes
nre adapted to the Mexican conception
of the characters and are novel In the
extreme All of the costumes are got
up tastefully, and. while a strict con
formance with the requirements of the
tlrs t century might rob Joseph of his
sombrero, still it la doubtful If the
lesson which It Is desired to Instill In
the mlmls of tlte people would be as
effective If all the minor details of the
curly Jewish fashions were followed.
The scene of the lny opelis nenr
Pethlehem. where the shepherds nre
tending their Hocks, by a host of angels
apiiearing and telling them of the birth
of the Suviour and Inviting them to fol
low to where he lies. They follow the
star which lends them to the stable, In
the manger of which the Infant rests
in the arms of Mary and Joseph. While
rejoicing. Lucifer, armed with two
swords, appears and attempts to de
stroy the child Jesus, but Is repulsed
by two angels, who keep watch over
him. Not to be outdone, Lucifer sum
mons three nrchdomons, who tight with
the angels for tbe course of half an
runir, resulting In the dual overthrow
of the evil one and his emissaries and
the placing of the feet of tbe angels
upon their necks
Then the shepherds break out Into
rejoicing, and. while a portion of them
sing the praises of the Redeemer who
Is horu unto them, others chant In a
harmonious strain the goodness and
mercy of God This feature, accompa
nied by music on the harp and violin,
la kept up until a Inte hour each night
until the holidays are over.
One must understand the Mexican
people and their devoutness and In
tense religious feeling to fully appre-
, elate how strongly the presentation of
t the shepherds affects their mlmls.
Spot's Friend
By ELDON SPEAKE
(Copyright, 1913, by American Press Asso
ciation. EAR Mr. Santa, I don't know you.
And maybe It's just as well.
For, beln's you never done nothin'
tor me.
I ain't quite so 'frald to tell
What It Is that I'd llko to have you do
Just as quickly as ever you can.
And maybe Bonie day I can pay you back
If I ever grow up to a man.
A dog catcher came here last week and
took
My puppy away somewhere,
And I am so lame that 1 can't go look
And get him away from there.
And even If I could go where he's at
I haven't no dollar to pay.
And If you will kindly advance me that
I'll try and return It soma day.
mm.
"SPOT THAT'S HIS NAM&"
You know, my papa he went and died
And left lust my mamma and me
And Spot that's his name and we cried
and cried,
For we missed htm a lot we three.
And mamma she works, and we got along,
And Spot he stayed home with me
And never went out for I'm not very
strong,
And I have to have some one, you see.
The dog man that took him away he said
He'd keep him ten days in the pound.
And after that time poor Spot'll be dead
And three days from now Spot'll be
drowned.
So please, Mr. Santo, If you can spars
A dollar to set Spot free.
Please take It and give to the man up
there
And send home my puppy to me.
And please, Mr. Santa, If you haven't cot
No dollar to spend thut way,
I wish that at least you would go see
Spot
And tell him we'll meet some day.
And if you don't mind that he's not very
clean,
And If there's nobody to see,
I wish you'd just klnda he'll know what
you mean
Just give him a pat for me.
HOW TO SPEND CHRISTMAS.
Forget Yourself For the Day and Try
to Make Others Happy.
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DAY off, i few remembrances
from relatives and friends and
a good dinner Is that all that
Christmas means to you? Sure
ly you are going to make It an
occasion for more than usual re
joicing this year, a real old fash
ioned Christmas. Surely you are
going to be fnore liberal In spirit
than ever before nnd scatter mer
riment on nil sides, tlnve you
been a little selllsb, have you de
voted so much time to enjoying
yourself that you have forgotten
other folks?
Those you huve forgotten are
good folks, uren't they, the best
folks in the world? And you are
Jusl golnfto show them how ap
preciative you nre You don't
like this modern wuv of turning
uea, out ( iiriMUUis line i occn
slon for iradinit 'im es. fninglng
k'ltls mi are truing to see all
Hie friends yuu run nu that day
anil siiaue haii.ls with as many;
pat th. mii mi the back and tell
them how iilad yon nre to be with
them And to those you cannot
see yuu are uulng to write cheery,
wuriu hearted letters and tell
them you waul to from
them oftener. Isn't thin aov you
feel about the greatest of all
birthdays?
PLUM PUDDING AND MINCE
PIE CHRISTMAS NECESSARIES
rium pudding and mince pie are mi
nor but necessary accotnpanlmcuts t
Christmas day. and strangely enough
the former was long ago accepted as
typical of the riches and spices brought
by the three wise men to the child In
the manger, while tho Christmas pie
wns held In abhorrence by all members
of strict puritanical bodies, who be
lieved: All plums the prophets' sons deny.
And splee broths ar too hot;
Treason's In the December pie
Aud death within the pot
A
iilSSIitSfc y
On Christmas eve the bells were rung;
On Christmas eve the mass was sung.
That only night in all the year
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Tha damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green.
Forth to the wood did merry men go
To gather In the mistletoe.
Then opened wide the baron's hall ,
To vassal, tenant serf and all
Power laid his rod of rule aside.
And Ceremony doffed his pride.
The heir, with roses In his shoes.
That night might village partner choose.
0 sang Sir Walter Scott of the
glories of Christmas eve and of
Christmas Itself. And the world
yields to him tbe palm for the-
best practical description of tbe sea
son's dear delights.
Christmas with us is a day of giving
and receiving, of good cheer and good
feeling, and essentially it is one of re
ligious significance. Hence it will
sound strange to many to be told that
a number of our Christmas customs
come down to us from pagan times.
Yet such is thiVact Truces of some
heathen rites are found in England as
well as here, and tbe cause of their
survival lies deeper than theology..
When the mother country, so called,
was converted to Christianity the
priests found ber people wedded to
many old customs. Not all of these
were what they would have had them,
but they had a practical work to per
form and went nt it in a practical way.
The more revolting of these customs
they properly uprooted altogether; the
better of them they preserved, only in
grafting the rites of the church upon,
them.
Thus it came about that festivities
which had their origin in the old Ro
man Saturnalia and had come into
use among the drulds survived In the
grim mythology of the Saxons and nre
a portion of our inheritance today.
Conspicuous nmong these nre the burn
ing of the Yule log and the banging;
of the mistletoe bough.
Among all peoples who celebrate the
day at all it has nlways been a day for
eating and drinking, for singing and
dancing nnd merriment of nil klntrs. In
deed, tills has been the criticism of the
church against the manner of observ
ancethat Its spiritual meaning was
too often forgotten In the general tide
of worldly cheer.
In England Its observance Is univer
sal. The cbroulclers tell lis that In
Cheshire no servants would work on
this day, even though their failure to
do so resulted in their discharge. The
richest families were compelled either
to do their own cooking on Christmas or
ent what had been prepared beforehand,
while dancing and merriment reigned.
And the games that were plnycrl
number nearly legion, the most of
them, though, on Christmas eve. Uun
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THBSTBEKTS IN MANY PtACKS WEIIE PILLED
WITH MUMMK1I8.
nlng in sacks, ducking for apples,
Jumping nt cukes suspended by a
string nnd trying to catch them be
tween the teeth, drinking hurd cider
mixed with egg nnd spices, nnd a
score of others these clulmed and still
claim In Devonshire the time of old
and young, the children themselves,
being allowed on this one night to sit
up until the midnight bell tolls.
What lias been aptly called "a beau
tiful phase In popular superstition," it
very old belief, was that ull the pow
ers of evil lay dormant and harmless
on Christmas day
Tho cock crowed through the live
long night to drive all evil spirit
away: the bees sung in their winter
hives; the rattle, half human at nil
times, became wholly so nt mldnMit
and talked like human beings.
Ilre.id that was baked the night be-
f"'''' cll,l8"n,1 culd not possibly be
vine iiioiuy ine streets in mnnv
plaiin were filled with niunitners In
fantastic uni-h.
Indeed, there were mummers In the
days when Saturnalia reigned over
evert the Uouiiin emperors, but they
were not necessarily of the Christmas
time The love for masquerade is al
most ns old as (lie human race Itself.
Uut as to the day Itself, It was then,
as It Is now, a very merry dny, wltb
good fellowship bubbling even from
hearts where theological nonbcllcf
dwelt-a dny sacred to the family, to
the eating of roast turkey and crnn
berry inure or roast beef nnd plum
pudding and walnuts and tbe drluklng
of beer, nle and wine.
It has changed to some extent since
the old day. but It Is still tbe happiest
dny of all the yenr at least where the
shadow of misfortune does not cloud
the sky.
Many a man works ovcrtimo because
his wife needs tho nionev.
Governor Johnson of California says
the progressive party is In a "crisis.""
And Boosevelt 10,000 miles away.