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We feel compelled to finish what we've sUrteg and |o carry the program throogh to the last Uem of buying, making, packing and shipping. “Unexpected demands interrupt Then the strain begins to tell on our nerves. Perhaps we don’t say anything for fear of spoiling Christmas for the others, but in our hearts we wish man kind had kept Christmas free from this sort of thing. "When Christmas day comes we are tod weary to bother about the true —»‘*—>»■—- a — -- — — --* OVERTY and pathos, gentility and blighted hopes, aspirations and hidden emotions —all these played a part in the dull experience of the odd ten people who had lived year in and year out at Mrs. R h o d a Markham’s city boarding house. Its proprietress was a good-hearted woman, but the constant grind had worn her out. As Christmas approached, however, the faded, but faithful old , eyes brightened, for, though poor and humble, her little dbterie were gen erous souls and a special purse was her reward when the Christmas tree gave up Its treasure. Miss Myrtle Deane had occupied the best TFbom In the Tibuse for over three years. She lived on an annuity of and charm of girlhood. ,Reuben Willis, thirty, and a bache lor, a silent, retiring man, filled a subordinate position In a bank, and, It was said, came of a once wealthy family and his actions showed his good breeding. “It’s bound to be a match,” proph esied Mrs. May hew,* a widow board er. “If they only weren’t too poor to think of It," suggested Mr. Bascom, who was coarse and practical. Everybody In the boarding house took part in the preparations for and the celebration of 1 he purified ami refilled calomel tablets thefc arc nauseaiess, sate ana cure. Medicinal virtuer retain ed and improved. Scld only in sealed packagea Price 35c. .Christmas. The tree was trimmed and thd ■ packages piutual presents piled about Jts base. Then paf* com started a vig orous propaganda In favor Of ?ach person hanging their • stocking In front of the fire place*. Miss Deane grew rosy at the Suggestion and Wlf- j~ 11s tried to escape u Gazing Meditatively Out of the Window. Avoid Flu ► stop Coughs Colds Sore Throat Use BalsaM (Mentholated) A delicious Cherry flavored syrup that immediately breaks up the phlegm, clears the head, chest and nostrils and stops the sore throat. Take a teaspoonful. If it doesn't relieve you say so and your druggist will refund your money. Used for over 40 years effectively. S5c at your druggist’s. r—& (4 Pays You To Shirk FURS ISABEL pleasure in the results of our back breaking work, much less to go oat and hear beautiful music and uplifting ser mons." “I’ve always wondered why women attempt so much." "Because everybody does. And If one poor, lone, sensible woman sits down and flatly refuses to kill herself working for Christmas, her family and friends will think she is a quitte social slacker." “Well,” suggested her husband, “why aot let the rich people have all the fuss and feathers, and let those In medium circumstances realize they can’t keep np that pace?” “You don’t understand,” said the woman with the brown eyes; “as long as rich folks do It, those less able will strain to do likewise. That’s why the wealthy people will have to see the trend and institute a change. “In place of so many mere ‘presents’ we must give such-thlngs as love, cour age, kindness and generous Impulses— things which our present physical and mental strain forbids. Throughout the rest of the year. If any one felt in clined to send a regular gift to a friznd or relative, that could be done very easily and the recipient would know It was a voluntary, not a com pulsory, remembrance.” “It’s a great Idea,” Said the brown- eyed woman’s husband, cheerfully. “A hit of real affection In place of some of the monstrosities now exchanged would be a great Improvement.” “Yon can make fun If yon want to,” she replied, “but when the world wakes np to the real meaning of Christ mas—and the war I believe has helped to wake It np—you’ll see the effect spread over the entire year. Then the first of January won’t be asso ciated with bills and pills, but, with the genuine eagerness to live the next 12 mdnths better than those preced ing.”' “In the meantime,” sighed her hus band dramatically, *T hope you havea’I bought me another smoking jacket.” “That reminds met” said the woman with the brown eyes. to his room, but U was of no avail. There was vast chattering and Jol lity as after breakfast next morning there was an adjournment to the sit ting room. The master of cere- 1 monies, Bascom’s eyes tw*-' „„„ __ ?.* W* Ibfcklrigs were apportioned, fcj? Vie was a practical jtoer. Willis noted that his stockjng Was bulging and heavy. l}e peef- ed within It, then showed a lubip of coal ind fc raw potato. Somehow his heart was chilled. Trivial as was the incident, it came like a direct blow in the face. Was the erratic^ donation a slurring r«- minder bf lli tmvftrty? All ut once the barrenness of his lonely life over came him in full force. He went up to his room gloomily. A servant knocked at the door and handed him a letter. Mechanically he opened it and then sprang to his feet, white to the lips and quivering all. over. He stood like one In a maze. There was a second timid summons at the door. Willis opened It to face Mffcs’ Deane, a parcel in her hand. “Will you please step Into the hall,” she fluttered, and he thought how lovely she looked In her fresh, dainty morning dress. v. “Mr. Willis, I hope the practical Jokes of Mr. Bascom have not been taken by yofi as an affront. m gift, but 1 hope it will please you. be cause I made It myself." Willis parted this tissue paper to disclose a pair of knit house slippers. His ‘heart wanned toward this modest, lonely gentlewoman, who had devoted so many hours to show her friendly esteem. “I cannot express how I appreciate them,” he said, and then a quick ttn- «4 jW Record of Kraent Deelta* Wiul u,c oruwu ryos. “I haven’t ttBie S conwijisfrnw to jwy. Write tods ' to |, e sitting here talking. And It won’t .ree sbippieg ucs & top price i la ^ ^ "J affair until Wrrow morning, aerwry." — -Chicago Dally pulse swayed him. The letter In his pocket reminded him of a vast chgnge In circumstances and fortune. ‘They make me think of home,” he adG^d in ft tone of pathetic reminiscence. ‘'MTs* Deane, we would know lidw |tp t Ap preciate a home, yoa and I, 'wouldn’t we now?” The fair laxly sighed. A dim blur of tears crossed her 'eyes. "If l had one.’’ continued Willis, coming closer to her. "would you share It wfth me?” There was a sob and Miss Deane wavered. Wfllls tenderly clasped bar waist. He knew she had given assent