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Fur Dress Suit, Tuxedo Suit, Business Suit, Ladies
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forts, Embroidered Towels, Bed Spreads, Blank
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Thanking Our Friends and Patrons For
Their Liberal Patronage and Wishes
All A Happy and
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CAMDEN, S. C.
EVftltV "tic Is ^iMtiliitif with 4
viu4iilH that #.? t?> nmk<* up the
<'nri.stniiiH dinner <>:' (1)9
1 1 - i eiHHiUinjf enMb t !?v' mr
key. gwtic, plum pudding .tin I in luce
pie u\-|ivnH -but how tunny of uh
Uiivv. what the.v cat i.t t 'liilmmn.stld,
hi foreign i <m, utiles?
ti?V I ivii iinian' ?; ( 'hrlstmns hill of
fare, for lusjtunt'c, t? extensive* fijUl
vailed uml in many l'OI*pect? <jkI??
different from our own, The gfO^t
Gallic national dishes are trullled tur
key and black puddings, of which
every rrcnchuinp who eau afford stieh
luxuries makes n very hearty meal at
YuU'tiiif.
In llussin the CbrkiltuuH meal ? onslsts
largoly of two dishes? ohm of wheat
porrldua served with honey and tin1
other u curious compound of stewed
pears, apples, oranges, grupes and cher
ries, sweetened with tiouey and served
cold.
Italia UK. too, are fond of rather
?sweet and indlgcstiblo dishes, espe
cially at Christinas. One of their
favorite combinations 1b that of eels,
periwinkles and vermicelli, while the
Inevitable macaroni and spaghetti form,
of eourse. the principal artieles of food
at all times.
The Cermau Christmas dinner offers
as Its principal attraction the goose,
without which your true German
would feel that he had not had a real
holiday feast. ' Germans, like Aus
trians and Italians, have a very tweet
taste, as evidenced by their numerous
varieties of cake.
Notwithstanding the tendency In all
countries to offer huge dinners at
Christmas. It would seem that every
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nation's holiday bill of fare is becom
ing simpler with the course of time.
An interesting: comparison may be
made of the Christmas dinners former
ly served in England and in this coun
try with those of today, albeit the lat
ter are by no means scanty.
The forbears of modern Englishmen
must have possessed magniQcent ap
petites. Their? hospitality wag con
ducted on a scale that would make the
housekeeper of today shudder. The
meal with which they commenced
their Christmas day, a mere appetizer <
to themT wns nmplc enmifllitaroh th*?.
modern gourmet of all zest for food
for several days. The sideboard of the
old English mansion groaned under its
teviathan round of beef, Us corpulent
pork pie. the Yorkshire ham. the brawn
and chine, while on the table itself
deviled turkeys' legs. homemade^sau
sages. cutlets and kidneys sent up a
mingled and grateful incense from an
environment of piles of hot buttered
toast, new laid eggs, honey and fru
mentl. .
But this repast substantial as It was.
was trifling as compared with the din
ner?the real dinner? that followed not
many hours after. The feast was her
alded by the boar's head, preceded by
servitors who blew resounding flour
ishes on their trumpets. The boar's
head Itself was carried, sometimes on
a dish of gold or silver, into the ban
queting ball at the head of a stately
procession of guests.
Then came the peacock, which was
served even more sumptuously than the
boar'w head, wlt4t-if* garnishing of rose
mary and bays and its tusks orna
mented with large apples. TUIs is how
they used to prepare the peacock for
the feast: ^Vhen It had been roasted and
hressed with a stuffing of sweet herbs
and spices and basted with the yolks
of egg*, it was sewed into its feathers.
Its beak was gilded, and it was l>orne
to the dinipg hall by dames of high de
gree. accompanied by the strains of
mi nst relay .
Other features of the old time Christ
mas dinner included geese, turkeys,
capons, pheasants, sirloins of beef and
haunches of venison. That these were
washed down with gallons of ale artd
wine goes without saying. Indeed, an- <
.other story might be written of the
Tlqnld element of the old English dtn
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Santa From the South
Bu DeLuslo Fcrrcc Cass
While tht; n< s\ Liutji.Trt throughout
tho United Btates were buHily an
nouncing tho warlike operations of
'00Q< Sam ho ivinandoz here, there
und elsewhere lha.t December, it wuh
a fact that the revolutionary dictator
of Mexico was reafiV 111 Washington,
1). wlicro lie had "been pofejttptoi
| ily summoned by tho president.
Ills conference at the capitol waa
short and very much to the point. It
waft pointed out with painful decisive*
ness to the Henor General Fernandez
that hereinafter ho would hate to
make his ragged army respect tho
rights of U. 8. A.
The pill that Oeneral Fernandez waa
thus Dtjade to swallow was not Bugar
coated, but It unquestionably did him
good. Ho went down the White House
steps that day before Christina* a
sadder and a wiser man. However
the dictator of Mexico was a philoso
pher.
General Fernandez muffled his face
deep in the soft warmth of his fur
collared greatcoat, and started off
down the avenue. <>
j. liy and by he came to the business
district where throngs of last-minute
shoppers were bustling about. $now
i had begun to fall heavily ? great fleecy
i flakes that filled the whole air and,
[ supplementing the gay holiday decora
tions and shouta of street hawkers,
gave the scene an
air of fairylike
unreality.
The Jolly, free
handed Christmas
spirit was eon*
tagioue, but It
made him feel
very lonely. He
wanted a com*
rade ? someone,
anyone. In all this
big, busy city,
who would hall him simply as a friend
and not as the celebrated General
Fernandez.
He came to a strebt corner where
he hoard his own name shouted in a
shrill, childish voice close by.
"Huxtreo there, people! Huxtree
polper! Spend a cent and read all
about General Fernandez the Mexican
butcher! He's murderln' women and
babies down there, right now! Big
battle at.Guaremo; three hundred
klllqd! Huxtree here, all about the
bloody General Fernandez!"
At first the dictator scowled; then
smiled queerly and approached the
ragged waif at the newsstand. She
was blue with cold and a-shlver be
neath scanty rags. Below, an old
shawl, her thin, prematurely-aged face
looked wan and pinched.
, Genuine pity ? an unusual thing in
the dictator ? seized him as he iiiis
veyed her.
"Do you really believe that this
General Fernandez is as bad as all
that?'- he asked her with a whimsical
half- smile.
The street waif stared up at him
suspiciously. I
"Gwan away from here, you dude!
Can't y' see I'm tryin* to sell my
poipers? Tonight's Christmas eve an'
I wanna sell out so as to go in one
of the big stores an' fee Santy Claus."
"How many papora have- you left to
sell, little girl?"
"Twenty-one."
"I'll take them
all. Here's a
quarter. You can
keep the change."
"Whadda y' do*
In' this f'r?"?
still suspicious.
The great Gen
eral Fernandez
smiled at the waif
sadly, indulgently.
"Child, I'm a stranger here and I'm
ever so lonely. Everybody else has a
welcoming home tonight ? has some
one to wlIOffi Jie can give presentsand
know that they'll be appreciated. It's
Christmas eve and I too want to for
get myself for awhile and play Santa
Claus for somebody."
"If I really thought y' meant all
that," fluttered the waif skeptically,
"I'd say, why not practice some o'
y'r good intentions on me. Lordv
knows, I need 'em."
The dictator's face became radiant.
He laughed whole-heartedly as he had
not done before in years and took one
of the wee girl's half-frozen hands
bands kindly within his big gloved
one.
"It shall all be just as you say," he
cried, much to her -astonishment.
"Come along with me now ? first some
where to get you a warm coat and
hood and some furry mittens. -Then
well go to a fine restaurant. And
after you've eaten every bit you can
hold, we'll go see the toys and y?.?n
can pick out your own present."
?TVndrkTdain* njp, mister?"
"6n my honor, no."
"Then, if It's all the same to yon,
let's hit the toy departments first
I've had m' eye on a big yellow-headed
doll ? real hair it is, too! ? there In the
^Emporium f'r six months."
"We'll do just as you say, kiddie,
but on one condition." J
"What's that, mister?*'
"You must tell me thai; you don't
believe all the things you said about
General Fernandez of Mexico."
'Til call him Santa Clans If that'll
suit y* any better, mister."
"JTnder present circumstances that
name strikes me as quite appropriate
for him." murmured the dictator. "But
come on now. it's going to be a
really merry Christmas after alL"
A Frozen Santa
Bu Harru Boehme
"I whs in a Cheat mountain camp,
lust Christmas eve when someone men
tioned tbo numo of 'itillio' liurke.
Th. to was an Instant stillno?s In the
?ubin; tlyi boys dropped their curds,
and the word* 'poor BUlie* wefe on
ulmoat every lip. 1 was somewhat
pusfled. 'Who was lllllie Hurke?' I ?
Inquired. Kor It uionumt no one an****
swerod. One of tho boys tailed on
old Sam -'Viiclo 8am' they called him.
'You tell bliu, Sum; you know Hillie
longer than any of us.'
"The boys all drow their chairs near
the lire and Hum told the Btory.
" 'Yob. I knowed tilllle from the time
li? was a woe shaver; me aud him
used to pelt each othor with stones,
tree coons and steal whisky together.
You know HID and his pop were in
the moonshlnin' business before the
revenue officers copped It.
" 'A bad cuss was that young Ulllle
liurke before he was sent to the re
form school. But what chances did
he havef He knowed no better; the
whole blooming family were in that
One-roomed log house; the old lady
digging ginseng in the summer to get
enough to buy the winter's supply Of
snuff and chewing tobacco, and the
old man running'hls still in the ravine,
using the oorn for whisky that should
have made pone cakes for the kid
dies.
"'Wal, sir, I never seen suoh a
change (n a youngster as Blllie when
he eame back. He read; he wrote;
he wore good clothes and fine shoes,
and he was a gentleman. His people
didn't know him at first. Then Billie
?aid he was going to meet it on the
square.
" 'While he was at home the last
time he met the schoolmarm of the
Red Sulphur Spring school and he fell
in love. I suppose, though, he never
said anything to no one but me; he
said it to me real earnestly. Any gal
would have been proud to have Blllie:
a straight, strong,
clean and good
hearted boy. Why,
the president's
daughter wouldn't
say no to him.
" 'I can see him
yet as he left this
camp the last day
I ever seed him.
I done told him
to wait for the log
train that went at
noon; but he couldn't wait. He start
ed over the short-cut trail to Durbln ?
a six-mile tramp. There was some
thing in the air; I thought it was snow.
There seemed a tert-lble silence? over
thfe whole woods when Billie left at T
. duwu. That Was the last time 1 sooa
him alive. "Good-by, Uncle Sam!" be
shouted Crom the bill as he waved his
hand; "and a merry Christmas to you;
and don't get drunk. Be sure to make
good resolutions for the New Year.
Good-by 1"
"?He stopped at the Widow Jones'
house on his way to Durbin, and she
made him drink a cup of hot coffee,
which she and the kiddiOB were hav
ing at breakfast. Then ho told her
about the Christmas he expected to
spend at home. He was Just bubbling
over with Joy, and the widow started
to cry. At Christmas, she said, the '
thoughts of the ones that are departed
are green in one's memory as the
holly leaves that grow on the holly
tree, and like a circle of holly leaves
are they entwined in a wreath of
memory.
" 'Then Billie tried to comfort her,
and asked her why she was crying.
She said that her kiddles wanted to
know about Santa Claus bocauHo the
Paxson children, who went sfeddityg on
the hill, told them what, Santa .wm
going to bring them, and they asked
their maw when Santa was coming to
thwm. Hhft tftlfl thATiv thn? ha wjian't
coming; there wasn't going to be* any
Christmas for them because they were
poor...
" 'That stuck in Billie's craw, and he >
Hald he wouU gQ ^ ?
to Durbln and get
something for 'em,
? and . could still
mafaw Nn ft train
t In the afternoon
' tor home.
"'That trail is
bad enough in
summer, to uy
nothing about It
in winter. One
trip a day oyer
that Cheat mountain slope Is enough
for any man. I don't see how Blllie
could hare been so thoughtless of him
self when n? always was bo thoughtful
of others.
" 'Wal, sir, when he got to Durbin It
was high noon. They aay it was snow
ing hard and he was covered with the
soft flakes. He never tarried, but as
soon as he could get a sack full ot
dolls, drums, candy, oranges and n
I aled he started for the hills. It wa ?>
I snowing hard when he Cftmo into tow .
and drifting under a light wind wh<?\
ho turned back. And it j:ot awful -
coid~StJ "degrees below."
44 'You kn<)w the rest; they fou&u
him at the foot of the preclpioe, lean
ing, smiling, with the sack oh his
back? no more than a quarter of a mile
from the wtdder's home. I believe, as
the parson read, "Insomuch as ye have
done It unto one of these?" *
"The' lumber jacks are not modi for
sentiment, but let me tell yon, when
old Sam had finished his stoiy you
oenld cse that it had ateeted every
one of them." ? Philadelphia North
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