text: "K4W'f*W?Z4^^w? W'4 * ..? :; s ;; '. ',’ - ■ •.v>. ; ■■?.■ i ■ Jex \ vt wtewfii XMbXM • Sa* fc 4ux fWMgi cMW?WTSW ■ w ! *s^ffi J - ■'4W w/j®W <X f / : WR^w^’'WS* j’Sf*' SSn S<'A;WXb MW f i- I'W W 1'r V ? «O <4 Wr ww'>/ \\ \ jWWft ;M;w,v.z /-^WOL. i ;p i WiO/ w Ma»- w.» i ifefflFa. a l»» 1 W w — Z A X ra eTzo/jg 17 ■WMxjzw l i*F/ // Od/<3Z^‘23 T/ [Kffj / I \ I l w I w •®W\M Ww H A.T a lot of things bhCI can happen between July and Christmas!” Kate VA attvl said it; to herself * /A and said it aloud, so l° U( fty that it Sfryj j startled her. For she was alone. Mother was off on an eleventh-hour and unsatisfactory wrestle with the Christmas shopping problem. Sis had chosen this gray afternoon to call on a chum home from college. So Kate had opportunity to make herself as miser able as she desired. It was now six weeks since Jack had called — and six weeks is a long time when a man is 25 and a girl is 20, and each is very much interested in the other. Just how much Kate was interested was something unsuspected. Once Jack thought he knew, but now all he knew was that he did not know. When Jack suddenly disappeared from Kate’s perspective no one noticed his absence from the picture. To most people Jack had seemed a part of Kate’s social background. Some who had seen them together at Grand Traverse had advanced him to the middle distance. But of the foreground no one thought. What happened in July was this: The Wilsons were no more than firmly established in their cottage, which looks over Grand Traverse bay, than Jack appeared at the hotel, which looks over them both. That was not remarkable, for all had been members of that particular summer colony for years. Then, the day of the picnic on the Point, Jack and Kate found themselves sitting at the green fringe of the forest looking out over the blue expanse of the bay. A hundred yards in front of them Mrs. Wilson was gathering up the tablecloth and things. It was a little sense of chill in the air—a harbinger of autumn. And there was a change in the atmosphere between the two. The girl’s lips were tremulous. The man was agitated, and strangely tender and brutal in his speech. It will not interest you,” he said, “but I am going down tomorrow.” “Put why so tragic? We will be back in town in a week ourselves — and yet I do not feel so horribly blue about it.” “Well, things down there are different.” “Yes, they are different, but not unpleasant when you first get back to them. I shall miss the carna in front of your hotel; but I have no doubt the fall millinery on State street will be quite as gorgeous.” “You are clever, and, like most clever people, a little heartless. You know how things are different down there. The people are different — why, we are different ourselves. And it is just the difference of which you speak — the difference between these flowers and flowers of silk and satin, between those lilies out there and lily stems of wire and paper.” “You are a little unkind, Jack,” she said, gently. The soft reproof, more suggestive of tears than anger, brought the story to his very lips. He wondered how he should tell it. Then an old schoolboy trick came back to him. He brought out his penknife. Beside them was a little spruce and in the soft, flaky bark he carved a heart. Within its lines he dug deeply the initials of two people. The girl caught her breath and blushed a little, which are the proper and customary things for a girl to do at such a time. Then he told her what was in his mind. It left her a Little panic-stricken and she took the refuge her sisters always have taken —she asked him to wait for his answer. In such a case, there is but one thing for the man to do, and that is to wait — until tomorrow. But when a man is terribly in earnest, he takes people seriously. "When I see this carving of yours again, then we will talk about this, Jack — if you still think this way." She thought she was putting him on a most proper probation. It was only a woman’s reluctance to give up her freedom. But he took her at her word. Next day he went away. Back in town again, at first he saw her often. His restraint she imagined was resentment. In November, a month of storms and dreary skies, they quarreled. That was six weeks ago. All that six weeks he pondered the matter by lonely fires and over breakfasts late and bad. Then he resolved to end the suspense and still keep his word. One day a young man, whom the natives were satisfied, was most certainly insane, stepped off the trail into a snowdrift. He wanted a team, a guide, a shovel, and an ax. As he had money and determination, he got them. This crazy young man drove four miles and waded through two more. Away, he stopped by a tiny spruce protruding from the snow and began digging as furiously as if he were hunting for buried treasure. On the Point, now bleak with winter, he stopped by a tiny spruce protruding from the snow and began digging as furiously as if he were hunting for buried treasure. Half dozen little trees he uncovered. At last, with a boyish laugh, he laid the ax at the foot of one until the chips flew. That night the crazy man who had come 300 miles for a Christmas tree started homeward again. Christmas eve the man and the Christmas tree mounted the steps of the Wilson residence and rang the door bell violently. Well, what else could she do? That night they went out into the Christmas crowds together and bought the tinsel for the first Christmas tree. Kate had had in years—and the very best. (Copyright, 1908, by Wright A. Patterson.) Ingenious Ponies. A rather curious habit has been developed by Mexican ponies in connection with the cactus thorns. When these creatures are thirsty, it is said that before attempting to put their mouths to the prickly plant, they will first of all stand and kick at the cactus with their heels. By this means the thorns are broken and the leathery skin bruised, and so the ponies can drink their fill of the cool juice without injury. —The Sunday Strand. CHRISTMAS and EZZZZZZZZZZI CIVILIZATION All Christmas and New Year's, and again celebrates the nativity of the founder of the Christian faith, and the inauguration of the new year. The heart yields to the prevailing spirit and sentiment, despite intellectual dissent. It is to observe, in some form, the Christmas festival, felt to do violence to the best instincts of humanity. This holiday eclipses all other birthdays, as the sun makes the electric light to cast a shadow. At this seat on a large majority find delight in giving. It gives occasion for springs of human kindness and good will to flow. It challenges the charge that man is innately and persistently selfish. More than is believed practice the truth that is more blessed to give than to receive. Christmas is the festival of children and women. Christ’s conception of childhood and youth and his treatment of women made it possible for the man to commemorate his birthday with joy and gladness. At the outset of his career, he foretold the regency of the cradle and the glory of the woman. Christmas celebrates the birth of a child to whom the world owes the progress of 1,900 years, and whose work will endure so long as earth shall continue and influence other worlds. Nineteen centuries ago, a peasant woman of Judea in a stable gave birth to a child destined to do the greatest possible work — to free all women from bondage and all children from slavery— the evils which disgraced past ages. Jesus’ influence upon humanity as a child, a man, a teacher, and as one who put the eternal right of man above all established customs and precedents, is the greatest inheritance of the human race. The king of the Jews has become the king of the world. A Hebrew mind with no racial bias is now ruling the nations. The spirit of the Christ most deeply moves modern life and thought. His name has passed over our institutions and his mind has penetrated into our social and domestic existence. The inspiration of true liberty and education, the benediction of the beautiful, the elevation of letters, literature, and morals are ascribed to him. His influence upon the centuries is as clearly marked as the currents of the Gulf Stream bringing verdure and beauty to inhospitable shores, light to those in darkness, and making the wilderness to blossom as the rose. Innumerable poems, dramas, and songs have been developed through his teaching. Art taxes itself fittingly to portray his life, architecture struggles to build temples suitable for his worship. Universities, colleges, schools, and all systems of education attempt to realize his estimate of the dignity and worth of childhood. “Government itself,” said Gladstone, “is but the translation of the teachings of Jesus Christ into human laws and institutions.” His thoughts and ideas toil like a giant for man’s progress. The single historic vine in Santa Barbara carried to California by a priest has changed all the industries of that land, so Christ’s ideas carry energies for civilizing worlds. “As the sun upon the horizon rolls forward, pouring forth warmth out of its invisible urns, so we perceive an atmosphere of hope and joy has been poured over the continent out of the heart of Christ and those who loved him.” The world celebrates at Christmas the advent of this wonderful being. It looks reverently upon the face of him, the feeble infant in the manger, and upon other children to whom he gave so much. CHILDREN and Christmas are the factors of civilization. Edmund Burke defined civilization as “the spirit of a gentleman, and the spirit of religion in a life lived in the presence of man and God.” The beauty, purity, humility, faith, helplessness and the promise of cbil- A (iljrifltntas (Oarnl ■ S' 1 ill HE night was darker chan ever before 4jj£/ (So dark is sin), * I ££nSQ When the Great Love came to the J stable door V s v And entered in. ArTyA *J\\ And laid Himself in the breath of /A klne i r * And the warmth of hay, | And whis P cre^to tbe Star 10 shinc 'k® r «* VAV )\ And to break, the day. ▼ —Alice Sewell. dren educate the parents in affection and gentleness, and through them the community. The spring whence civ- PUation flows is the Babe of Mary, and the babe in every home. The Christmas spirit incarnated in deeds of kindness, of self-forgetfulness, love, mutual helpfulness, is the secret of Christian civilization. It will inoculate all the world with that purpose to do justice and deal kindly with our fellows. Christianity has been defined as “a beautiful civ ilization slowly journeying across the earth.” It is the only civilization worthy to be named. It presents ideals, with the power to realize them. THERE were individuals who reflected ideal virtues in other periods, but were unable to multiply themselves, dying like Beatrice, who took her beauty, as they carried their moral excellences away with them. The first Christmas dawned on a world of selfishness and sin, and dark with folly and cruelty. There was beauty for the few, slavery, poverty and starvation for the many, death for the unwelcome child and degradation for woman. There were 375,000 paupers in a population of 1,000,000 in Rome. It was a period of intellectual chaos, moral and social desolation, and individual hopelessness. Into this gloom came the star of Bethlehem, beaming light, hope and sympathy. The contrast between the manger birth and the Christmas morn that will dawn this week with its carols, songs, gifts, joy and gladness, is the most striking contrast earth’s history holds. With that first Christmas childhood became sweet and sacred, woman was crowned queen of the heart and home, the slave made free, the ignorant, poor and wretched found education, shelter and sympathy, and the joy of generosity became contagious. As the sun rises earlier and lingers longer than yesterday so the spirit of Christmas will usher in the golden age of happiness and goodwill. In the great picture of Coreggio the light on the face of the babe lends a glow to shepherd and wise men. The Christmas spirit lends a glow to all the instruments and forces of society. WHILE humanity falls below the ideal, the effort to practice it is not wholly nugatory. The "drift of the world is upward." The people are climbing. Interest in children is increasing. Woman is coming to her own. Labor is entering the reward of work. War is becoming unpopular. Racial prejudice will hide in shame. The Christ spirit is victorious. God’s good will becomes triumphant in home, street, and legislative hall. The triumphs of the past dictate new struggles for the future. When Pericles gave his oration over the Athenian dead, pointing to the graves, the great orator said: “Their silence is eloquent! These heroes ask us to go and live for the city for which they died. Thus past achievements pledge us to fresh fidelity. Christmas asks us to lend the impulse of a new love to home, school, street, and city; to be a friend of the friendless, a benefactor to some dumb beast or deserted child, to be voice for the dumb, eyes for the blind, springs of water for the thirsty, trees of shade for the weary, food for the hungry, refuge for the smitten. Be an angel of mercy, bringing “peace on earth and good will toward men,” and thus hasten a Christmas which will not simply come tomorrow, but will stay all the year. Christmas Salad. For a Christmas salad, select the largest and brightest red apples, and cut a deep slice from each at the stem end. Scoop out the pulp; drop both the covers and apples into cold water and leave them until needed. Cut crisp celery into small pieces with one-third the quantity of English walnuts or pecans broken; mix with very stiff mayonnaise. Wipe and polish each apple and fill with the salad, fitting each cover carefully, and set on a bed of crisp lettuce leaves just before serving. 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