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LEDGER Readers Should Patronize LEDGER Advertisers. VOL. III—NO. Hi. _-V iti .All llmt Hu* Implii'H ntul 1<> tin* I Jt’Mf I n 1 « <*( till' I’••opli* it ^iil>H«'r» (iAFFNKV CITV. S. TIIUKSDA V, I)I0<’I0>I lilOK til, 1 SIMI. To Reach Consumers in this Section Advertise in THE LEDGER. 8 MM) A YKAlt. n.r Tl)e firelight throws Its ruddy glow upon your cherished face Aod Love, the ardent llrrjner. Ier)ds to It a saintly grace; While from the village, nestllgg like a bird In yonder glen. The bells ring out the melody of "Peace I good will to men I - I oft recall that Christmas In the golden long ago. When sweetly rang the mirthful bellsacross the fleecy snow. And side by side we stood wlthlr) the chapel far away. And blushlngly I pissed my bride that peaceful Christnjas day. He has guided us. the Master, thro' darkness agd »he storm. 'TIsTrust that llfteth up the heart.’tls Love that Keeps It warm; Beyogd the Christmas threshold, got so very far away. Lies the sunburst of His prorgise of the Everlasting Day. Each Christmas we renew the love which never groweth old. The bells ring out the story first by seraph voices told When Mary bent above her babe amid the fragragt hay, And all the choirs of Heaven sang for earth's first Christmas day. m >5 * *•<'. / * nmi v V -' (F t. • IVj \ 0 m ft.. & .*• *1 SIDE BY SIDE. YOUR HAND IN MINE. GOOD WIFE. 1 We looK*d ahead to happy times; I never shall forget The homeward ride behlgd the bells. I thinK I see you yet. As ig the sleigh beside me, wife, you nestle good and warm, And all the neighbors welcomed you that morning to the farm. It seergs to me that Heaveg smiled upon that uglor., dear. The little cottage on the farm sweet children carge to cheer; And one by oge they slipped away In other scenes to roam. But every Chrlstrgas back they carge to visit us at horge. I long to see the children with their laughter, song and glee. They cannot come a whit too soon nor stay too long for me; For Chrlstrgas cannot bring to me frorg all Its gifts of bliss A sweeter, better present than a little prattler's Kl>*- A little while and you agd I will frorg the old house go. To slumber where the roses bloorg. where falls the fleecy sgow; For angel fingers touch the gates of lifetime's hallowed even. And we may spend together, wife, next Christmas Day Ig Heaven- m. They’ll come today, as oft of old, to sit around the hearth Agd rgake the old folks happy with their love and stainless mirth. And little tots will storm the house with laugh and childish glee. And cuddle down 10 grandma's lap and sit og grandpa’s knee. But you and I are ready, wife ; we have naught to fear. And so we'll make this Christmas a Urge of right good cheer; Paternal love agd gratitude shall throw a radiant charm Rrougd each loved one who. today, visits the dear old farrg. —Ohio Farmer.