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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0 oi io Si The IS xj Christmas \% || GOOSO ot ====== io By CELIA E. CHUTE Y t V o<xxxxxxxx><xxxxx><>o (Copyright. 1919, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) ?1 OLOMON. the Caruthers' m,\ Jg\ goose, had grown so JEsfil ,J nlnmn unH ca nAmnnnc piUtllf uuu uv pviup\/uo I Clj&eLiXu that it: seemed as if he W|j&| SUET must be aware that wlfSft bPt^ great things were ex[|S 5*1 pected of him at the |r? holiday dinner, and was ? doing his best to fulK&z rx* fill expectations. "Sol. omon is almost as much <2> of a responsibility as Johnnie," Mrs. Caruthers said one day, when her husband % was extricating Solomon from a tight place in the poultry yard fence. "I begin to be afraid that having him so mnrh r?n nnr minric anrl in niir Pom pany may affect our appetites for our Christmas dinner. As the holiday approached the whole yard began to look small for Solomon. Carrie Caruthers. coming in on^ day from a walk, complained that he had strenuously objected to making way for her on the walk. "Really, mother, It makes me feel as if we oughtn't to \ eat him," she said, coloring a little. "He seems too human." "Dear me, child!" said Mrs. Caruthers hurriedly. "Don't mention that before Johnnie." The next afternoon Johnnie came running into the house in great excitement. "The Leonard dog is chasing Solomon," he wept. "Muwer, come and make him go home!" Mrs. Caruthers looked out. Solomoh was certainly having a perilous adventure. The Leonard dog was circling about him, making vicious charges. Nothing but the spreading of Solomon's formidable wings and his harsh outcries saved him. "My! what a dreadful dog!" exclaimed Mrs. Caruthers, hurrying to the rescue. There was ear-splitting squawking from the terrified goose. "Muwer! Muwer!" cried Johnnie, bursting into heartrending wails. Mrs. Caruthers picked up a stick and made a motion of throwing it. "Go home!" she commanded sternly. . The dog spread his' feet and shook his head. "Bow-wow!" he returned impudently. She threw the sticR. It seemed to be the only thing she could do. The Leonard dog whirled around in an anguish of pain and astonishment. Then, realizing that he had been worsted, he departed on three legs for I his kennel. "You hit him, muvver! You hit him!" exulted Johnnie. The frightened goose sat hunched under a tree, his head buried in his back. Some of the feathers were gone from his tail, and patches of fluffy, down were blowing about the yard. "Blest if I can see what there is about that goose to fascinate an entire family," said Mr. Caruthers, appearing suddenly behind them. "If you don't look out. Lucy, you'll be refusing your favorite hip slice when Christmas comes." * Hip slice! Solomon's hip slice! Mrs. Caruthers could scarcely restrain a shudder as she glanced at the heap of feathers huddled in a corner. What a cannibalistic vision! "Oh, please, Austin, don't speak of it!" she begged. "Tell father what happened, dear." i Johnnie, incoherent from agitation, told the story of the attack and res "Go Homel" She Commanded Sternly. one. "Muvver frew a atick at him," be ended, smiles breaking, out at the entrancing recollection. "It hurt his leg. He could only run on free legs. He went home awful fast, didn't he, muvver?" Just then Carrie Caruthers and a young man came around the corner of ! the house and came to join them. Johnnie observed young Doctor Arno/d with interest. The day before he had heard his Aunt Eunice call the doctor a "foregone conclusion." He watched him narrowly, trying to discover how a "foregone conclusion" differed froA other men. He thought, on the whoie, that it would be rather nice to be on friendly terms with a "foregone conclusion," so he moved nearer and tim- i * idly announced that Solomon was a j Christmas goose. "He's ?. splendid big fellow," s&M ! the young doctor heartily. "How much j ?f him do you think you can eatf # The little face he was looki lg al contracted suddenly and painfully. It was the first time Johnnie had realized that Christmas meant eating Solomon! Actually eating him! He was filled with the most passionate repulsion. "1 won't ear him! Nobody's going to eat him! I won't let anybody eat him!" The whirlwind of defiance ended in a burst of tears. Mrs. Caruthers put her arm around her grieving son. "Nobody shall eat Solomon." she whispered. "Farver would." "Not when he knows how you feel about it. Don't cry any more about it, dedr." In her absorption in Johnnie Mrs. Caruthers did not hear Doctor Arnold say to Carrie Caruthers: "Wouldn't it be a kindness to the child to draw at ^ ^ ..a leuucHi lrom mill: vturie?give LUC leave, won't you?" "Oh, if it's necessary for Johnnie's peace of mind I suppose you may," said Carrie, blushing rosily. "Say, Johnnie," said Doctor Arnold, "did you know that I'm thinking oi carrying Carrie off to my house so that there'll be plenty of room for Solomon here?" Johnnie noticed that this remark seemed to strike his mother dumb. To him, personally, it did not seem an altogether objectionable arrangement, although he thought it very foolish for Doctor Arnold not to know that there was room enough for Solomon and Carrie, too, in that great house. "Carrie ain't going off to your house to live," he said sternly. "I won't let her." "Oh, is that so?" said the doctor. "I hardly know what to do about it, then, for I've asked her and she said she was willing to go." Johnnie turned an unbelieving eye on his sister. It was a shock when "Carrie Ain't Going Off to Your House to Live." she nodded yes. He did not for an Instant believe it. He was sure that Carrie was afraid; that she did not dare say anything but yes to such a big. determined person as the young doctor. But he was not afraid if Carrie was. He'd show him! He'd tell him something he knew about him! "You're a foggone 'elusion!" he il^ A J ? ?? AV* 1 1 ?? > 4i4- V? A ?r? V* ?-? 4 TTAtl ISllUUltfU WIHUUU11,* , Uiais vvuai jvu ?re! Aunt Eu?" "Johnnie!" Mrs. Caruthers seized him so violently that the end of the preposterous assertion was shaken into inaudibility. It had been to her that Aunt Eunice had made the statement, and her heart died within her when she heard it on Johnnie's lips. "We'll talk about it some other time, dear," she said, trying to smile down her affronted son's ire and conscious that Carrie and Doctor Arnold were gazing at her in amazement. "Don't you think we had better be getting Solomon's supper now?" It was an unlucky remark. Johnnie's face puckered. "I don't want anybody to eat Solomon," he reiterated miserably "Austin," Mrs. Caruthers called to her husband, who was coming out ol the garage. "Come here, please. This may as well be settled now." "What's the matter now, sonny boy?" asked Mr. Caruthers, approaching. "I don't want anybody to eat Solomon, farver." "Don't worry," said Mr. Caruthers in - - - - ? ? "Tl -1- Jl his cheerrui tone. "i ve amugeu m; mind. I think turkey will suit us all better than goose for our Christmas dinner this year, and Tm going to or der the biggest and fattest turkey 1 can find in the market and Solomon shall live forever. How will that suit yon, Johnnieklnsf "1 like that," declared Johnnie, polishing his tear-wet but radiant face on his sleeve. Had Nothing on Her. It was Christmas week and the Janitor was on his usual round wishing his patrons the compliments of the season, hoping of course, to be remembered In some way. He came to the door of a new tenant and on it K*lng opened he wished the lady the usual compliments, at the same time adding: "I'm the man that empties the garbage can." "Thank you, same to you," was her reply; "and I'm the lady that fills it." A Regular Christmas Feeling. "Oh, Mr. Flipperley," she exclaimed soulfully, "have you ever felt a dim, uneasy sense of oppression as if the mere weight of life were a burden too heavy to be borne by the chained apirit panting with psychic longing to be free?" "I invariably have such a feeling at Christmas time," was the csllons response; "but hitherto I hare attributed it to pudding I" ' T??^~ [ , ? | j Dainty Little | : ! Christmas Gifts in I I Cretonne ! i < I ( I I By DOROTHY PERKINS t { i l < > (Copyright, by A. Neely Hall.) ' Dainty gifts covered in cretonne are I certain to find a welcome in any household, and such a variety of things can be made that you will have no difficulty in filling a want of each I one whom you wish to remember on Christmas day. The unique pair of book ends in Fie 1 are made of sirUD cans. The secret of making satisfactory book i ends is to properly weight them so ! they will not upset, and the book ends illustrated are weighted by filling the cans. with sarld. Cretonne with small patterns is the most desirable for small articles, and patterns with dark backgrounds are preferable for articles such as the book ends, which are likely to soil through much handling. Sew a piece of cretonne around the sides of each can, then by means of a gathering string gather the cloth as indicated in Fig. l. Sew a fancy button, or a cretonne covered button, to the center of the top. Fig. 2 shows a handy twine holder made of a sirup can. A hole must be j pierced through the exact center of j the can bottom as an outlet for the ! string (A, Fig. 3), and holes one-half inch apart must be pierced through the top rim to provide a means of fasten| ing the top edge of the cretonne. The I holes can be perforated by mean* of a | nail and hammer. Gather the crei tonne on the bottom, and turn the top j edge over the riin and sew through the perforations in the rim. Make a hanger for the twine holder out of cretonne or ribbon. The hanging workbox in Fig. 4 re; quires a square cardboard box. Re! move two adjacent sides of both the j box and cover (Fig. 5), then stitch j the cover to the box (Fig. 6). The inn cretonne may either be stitched over the open edges of the box, or be glued to the cardboard. Sew a doubled strip of cretonne, or a ribbon, to .the open corners for a hanger. The dainty telephone book in Fig. 7 provides a handy directory for num bers used frequently, and numbers which may be wanted quickly in cases of emergency. The covers are of cardboard 6 inches wide and 8 Inches long, and are hinged together by the cretonne covering. Lap the cretonne over the edges as indicated in Fig. 8, and glue it to the cardboard, and make a pocket on one edge, to hold a pencil. Cut sheets of writing paper of the right size to extend a trifle over the lapped edges of the cretojne. and glue them in place; then divide the paper into spaces, and index t*he spaces (Fig. 8). 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