Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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OUR HOLIDAY STOCKS ARE NOW IN READINESS FOR YOUR INSPECTION SO AMPLE ANb VARIED IS OUR STO^K THIS THDicTiix AO A ? . EASY. NO MATTER HOW MANY PERSONS YOU HAVE ON YOUR UST^ ^ ^ ?E CH??S,NG ?F APPROPRIATE AND LAST. \'G GIFTS, DELIGHTFULLY FOR FATHER, WHO INVARIABLY GIVES MORF than uc 1. C.FW SHOULD EXPRESS SO MUCH; FOR BABY, THE JOY OF THE\lMl[YFOFm Si?' S? DESERVING; F?R SEETHE \RJ OR LOVER WHOSE THEY THEMSELVES WOULD CHOOSE. OF ?E FAM'LYi ^ SISTER' BROTHER, FRIEND ? FOR EVERYONE-YOU ILL FIND HERE VUNGS ASIDE FROM OUR USUAL SHOWING OF DIAMONDS, GOLD AND SILVER JEWELRY, WATCHES, ETC., YOU WILL FIND HUNDREDS OF NOVELTIES RANGING IN PRICE FROM 50C UPWARD: THAT WILL MAKE PLEASING GIFTS. WE CANNOT BEGIN TO ENUMERATE THESE, BUT INVITE YOU TO COME AND 10OK THROUGH OUR CASES. FOR THE MORE EXPENSIVE GIFTS WE WILL SHOW A LARGE SELECTION OF CUT GLASS, HAND PAINTED CHINA, SHEFFIELD AND STERLING SILVER, 'AND THOfE WELL KNOWN SETH THOMAS CLOCKS. [?'. AS USUAL, ALL GOODS BOUGHT OF US WILL BE ENGRAVED FREE. WE ARE SHOWING QUITE A VARIED ASSORT""NT OF FRENCH IVORY ? JN PICTURE FRAMES, MIRRORS. MAN'CURE SETS ET SETS. M'MTARY BRUSHES, AND MANY OTHER ARTICLES THAT WILL MAKE MOST PLEASING HOLIDAY GIFTS. C/ ' FOR YOUR OWN CONVENIENCE AS WELL AS OURS, WE URGE YOU TO BUY EARLY. THE STOCKS ARE MOST COMP ETE. OUR SALES FORCE CAN GIVE YOU BETTER ATTENTION AND IT IS M'ICIt MORE SATISFACTORY *N EVERY RESPECT. WE WILL LAY YOUR PURCHASES ASIDE AND DELIV ER TIIEM THE DAY YO ! SUGGEST. , Jeweler and Optician phone 69 CAMDEN, SOUTH CAROLINA Phone 69 fashioned Cbr;etmae? ir? tlog's flame has died away; ^Bcabrrt Into ashes drift. ^Hthe unows nr?< eddying, gray, Winn (ant In many n rift. robed Is now the cedar tree once the catbird nightly sanf, n the caves by two and three ^klrle* like arrows hang. idowa on the somber wall po? and dance amid the gloom, iftaks of ghostly color fall inging hues about the room. In the corners dim their webs the cloBer cling, n the mantel's oaken rim of children's stockings swing. I tnd forest, lane and road Itnd rtill faster swirl the snowi, ilh?b*rn loft snugly Btowed ?"??) rooster wakes and crows. . strikes twelve, and midnight net. winter skies stretch cold and | rers blospom on the panes. *"? float by and disappear. t> icross the rooftree swells, fcy the winds that fall and rise, lofmany hurrying bells,. ? Hhat ebbs and peals and dies. ai?wn the chimney creeps 'Wren's saint In all the landa, p* to all the trysts ho keeps, f *)>? the hearthstone stands. ?-UeOaffey in Ladles' Home Com * ' The Supreme Gift. '? m.v frtehd, Klvlng mn^ than ^P*r the Kifl presented to you a^o anil u'v to be true !?. Christmas comes. ? ?William Lytle. "USPS POOR" AT CHRIST - MAS. i of the sweetest of nil the ptmas superstitions Is' prev ia iwns uf tlennnny. ?S a^u ;i poor little clock twho lu - e I above all things >,U) church received a Chrlst Slft cf a large red apple, was supremely happy he lit' had something to Rive denrrhrist Child. Hasten-** the altar of the church, he <1 the previous apple on the ^ hands of the ftabe In F* arms. Wly the, tiny fingers closed ^ Mini n smile of heavenly s**Vt over the chubby face, k happened long, long ago, W>* people in the vicinity Bt^U B|? Christ through his l>oor ^Prt#tma? time, believing that ?Jn bestowed uj>on "one of of these" U deceived ?e Ctetet Child himself, and by the ume bleated ? brought y-y and *o the little clov kmaker. ?4 ti ? ? - ON a typical plantation the first Christmas aYter the war cnmp gloomily Indeed, writes Mary E. Bryan in Unele Remus' Magazine. A number of the negroes still inhabited the old "quarter," but they were too demoralized and un nettled in mind to work. The cotton crop had been a failure, and old debtK had swallowed up the proceeds. No boxes and barrels con taining good thing* for' Christmas had been rolled from the steamboats out upon the plantation landing, us in bet ter times. But Christmas morning there was the ojd chorus. "Merry Chris' m us." under the window. " The mn*JWr T>r f h? uoUs* (lung open the window impatiently aud called out, ' "There's no Christmas for you here; yon will have to make your own Christmas now." An old patriarch of .the tribe stepped forward and bared his gray head. "We's brought HT j Chris'mns 'wembraute for master and ? sab.'- ? he naid. ? They | went In .thou. Each had a gift and laid it on the table in silence. One brought a dressed Hileken. -an other a dozoii eggs, and the patriarch brought a tmkfol j>ossum. A pair of home knit Hoctgt, fi bag of hickory nuts and li basket of walnuts were amocu the* offerings, I When their gifts had been deposited {hey started to file out. when the man of the house, affected almost to tears, called them back and t bunked them. The c hildren poured but the contents of their Santa Clans stockings to share with the visitors, and the liouse mother brought out? a Jug of homemade wine. There was a little Cbristmns cheer "after all. The hard feeling melted HWnyv Every heart responded ;to the nrayer uttered by . the negro leader '?hen he was departing: ??>e Lawd bless you and your fam v, master, and he'p us ter feel aW ? towM'ds one anuder." To Light Yule. Log Properly. There are thousands who still firmly believe that to light the Yule log wlth the charred remains of its predecessor of ? year <tgo ifieaus twelve months of good lock for the provident bouaehoid er and bis family. But it bos always been con* id* red su evil omen If a squinting person, a barefooted person or. worst of all. a flat footed woman eaters tbo re si while tbo log lac. Once a port a Cime. My little child cotn?-s to my knee And, tugging, pleads that he may ctlrtib Into -my lup to hear mo tell The Christmas tale beloved so well? A. tale my mother told me. Beginning "Once upon a time." It Is a tale of skies that rang With angel rhapsodies sublime; Of that great-itostr serene and white. The shepherds saw one wintry night? And of the glorious stars thpt sang An anthem* once upon ? time, y This story of the hallowed years ? Tells of the sacrifice sublime Of one who prayed alone and Wept While his wearied followers slept? And how his blood and Mary's teats Commingled, once upon a time And now my darling at my s'de And echoes of the d'stant chime Brim that sweet story back to tne. / Of Bethlehem and Calvary, And of the gentle Christ who died For sinner* onde'bpon a time. The mlehty- deeds ttatt merr- have told ' Ift ponderous tomes of fluent rime Like mtety Bliadows fade away. But thls'#iweet story bides for aye? Apd. like the etara that sans of old," . We sing .of "Once upon n time." ? ? Eugene Field. "Not- Until Next Christmas." ft wop enld the oth??r day by nn old southerner in Washington that no home loving Virginian ever would move "until after the next Christmas." The next Christinas com^s and noes, but i lu-re Is still anuilier lu^funio. and the moving is put off anil, happily, will be put oil' initjl holiday spirit lias gone from tiie south, a spirit that will go When tiie south goes. Some Y^letCdc Ttcsts. Little Elsie ? Santa Onus doesn't go around In a motorcar, does he, mamma? Mamma? Why, certainly uot! He still drives his rcilideor, dariinu Little Elsie? Oh. I'm so gla?l! Tom my nankin told me he used a motor car. and I've been in a terrible state slure. 'canst* I'm afraid the repair shops wouldn't be open at night. Thirty-seven young ladies of the con gregation bid In mind thirty-sev??n pairs of slippers for the curate for Christmas. . ' v '? . ' Hut one younsr lady mad? Known her Intention. And when the day arrived the curate received one pair of slippers and thlrty-slx^drOBstng gowns'. Mil|y (In ho-riflcd whisperi? Mamnw, Willie Is hn Infldel! \ Mamma- An infidel? Mllly? Yos. Tie said he don't believe there's *>ny Santa Clan*. ??What tft the baby crying about? "Oh. nothing much. II* only wants t* sat tbe Christmas tree." ?* v.. .* ; . i:i y, '? :? . . (Uhy banta Mvce. i ? : . ? Was there ever a. wider or tuo"e lov ng conspiracy than that which keeps lie venerable figure of, Santa ClauK 'roni slipping a way. with all the other dd time myths, Into the forsaken won lerland of the past? Of all the per tonrt-es whose marvelous doings once illed the minds of wen he alone sur ? vives. He lias outlived nil the great gods tir.l all the impressive and poetic onceptlous which once flitted between 'heaven and earth? these have gone, hut Santa Claus remains by virtue of i common understanding that child hood shall not be des|>oiled of oue of its most cherished br'lefs. either by the mythologlst. with his sun mytb theory, or the scientist, with his heart less diatribe against superstition. There is a good deal more to be said on this subject if this were the place to say it. Even superstition has Its uses and sometimes its sound heart of truth. He who does not see in the legend of Sai.ta Claus a beautiful faith ; on one side and the naive embodlprpnt ! of a divine fact on the other Is not flt j to have a place at the Christmas i board. For him there should be nei ther carol not' holly nor mistletoe Tney dnlj' sliall. keep the reast HT whom all these things are but the out ward and visible -signs of an Inward and spiritual grace.? Hamilton Wright Si able. The Highland Lassie on Chri6tmas. Grant in his "Highland Customs" tells how the Scotch lassie rose with the first uray streak of dawn to bake her Christmas Rowans, or sour scones, hard oat cakes, soft cakes and pannich pnron. The day's enjoyment always consisted of trials of skill and games and wound up with a grand evening meal. In some parts of Scotland, as in England, it became customary to hang a branch of mistletoe in the raid , die of the room or over the door, and if by accident or otherwise a ulrl pass ed under it any young man was priv ileged to give her as many kisses as there were l?erries on one of Its sprays. ? The Christmas Tree. The Chrtstmaa tree Is rooted deep In love: Jts verdant branches tower far above; Its fruit are emblems of a fairer cUme; Its odors whisper of a happier time. 'Tls planted In all lands to spread and grow, And faith and hope among Its treasures gloW. Till the green life tree to our raldet shall stand ~ : ? - And earth once more bjoowa? aa Bden I, The good old custom of hanging the mistletoe from the ceiling at tin* Christmas festivll lew is kh id to have lt? orjgin In the Idea that since the plant did not have Its roots in the ground up part of it Hhould ever be |>ermitted 'to touch 1 lie earth. ) Why We Hang Up 8tockings. ?' The custom of hanging up the stock ? lng 011 ChristiuuK eve arose from mi incident In the life of the good St. Nicholas. One day when he was over taken by u severe storm he took refuse In a convent, and the next day being Christmas he preached a sermon to the nuns Which they liked so much that they asked hiiu to come the next year und preach to them again. On his second visit, which was also on u Christmas eve, before going to bod he asked each of the nuns to lend him a stocking, and he tilled the stockings with sugar plums. In the making of mince pies, which form a part of a tegular Christmas feast, mutton was the only meat for merly used, as n commemoration of the flocks that were watched on the holy night by the shepherds of Bethlehem. The spices were supposed to be surges" tive of the wise men from the east, th.* haul of spices. Christmas of the Shetland Islands. A scene less populous but not less striking is old -Christmas eve, the 4th of January, when the children and young men Of Lerwick, In the Shet land Islands,, go a-gulzlug. The chil dren disguise themselves In strange dresses, parade the streets and invade the bouses- and shops begging for offer ings. At 1 o'clock the young men, coarsely clad, drag blazing tar barrels through the town, blowing boms md cheering. At 0 o'clock in the morning they put off their grimy clothes and dressed in fantastic costumes go in groups to wish their friends the sea son's compliments.? Harper's Magazine. Santa claim was born agea ago, and lie has been so busy over slnco that be never has taken the time to study hla family tree. American fchil dren "call him Santa Claus; the tittle Dutch folk. St. Nicholas; the French. Pengr Noel, and the Oermana, Prince Ruprccbt or Kris Krinffle. But they all mean tbt same thing. Santa Claus dp to Date* Every year I nni tempted to ?>me out on ii housetop n nd tell tlic* youn^nnd self raising generation the truth about Siuita Ciuus. I h?llevt? It only fight that the chil dren should know Santa Clans /no lon ger rops n bout In u dinky little ?lelgb, delivering toys down the chimneys, lie simply couldn't do It If he tried. That kind of thing was all right when his business was small and he was young- . er than he Is now. In those days he made the toys himself? glued even tbe little talis of the little toy sheep in plnce. stuck the little eyes on tbe tops of their little heads, painted the little bodies as different from the real thing as lie could and do It quick, and then, ? hitching up his six reindeers, delivered the whole twitch before sunrise Christ- - mas morning. It Is different now. Santa Clous is old. and all he does is to live on the profits of the business. Tbe business now is run under the name of S. Chuts & Co.. and* the Arm hns many workers?clerks, drivers and the rest. Some of the employees of this big Arm have grown so careless that they this* little boys and girls who live in out of the way places. Old Santa Claus never did such- a thing in hi* life. If any of our young people are over looked tills yea r t Iiey must tiot blame Sunta Claus. lie Is just as Jolly and good as eypr,,, They'll have to blame It on the new driver that looks after their section of the earth. , SONG OF THE~~TREE. Once out of midnight sweet with mys tery > <?< V'foAv. ... , . The wonder of all wonders came to be. So sfia.ll the dawn a marvel make of me, For when In all my beauty I am born In the first glimmer of the Christina* morn, Angels of Innocence In mortal guise Shall look upon me with their faithful eyes; And, looking, see * i - A greater thing in me Than the bare figure of a tree. Behold! in every limb * I thrill with praise of him For whom 1 stand In memory.' Kings of the east and wise men thrc.? there were WWo-^brougbt to Mm rare franklnepn**" and myrrh. I So do my balsamed branches when they stir "In^Jbe warm air# that move ? bout this room, , : And render forth their homage In per* fume. Lift UP your heart* anew, O* careworn Look-up with glad, believing eyes again; And, looking, see A greater thing In me Than the bare figure of a tree. , < Bf hold!. In every limb U. . ? r tbrm in prmiw uf litm ? ?~7 ~~ For whom 1 stand in memory. l ^ -Teas Mr.