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.1. C\ (iafTnry City, 8. C., Attorney ami Counsellor at Law Practices In all the Courts. Collections a Specialty. THE LEDGER. To Reach Consumera in thin Sec tion Advertise in The Ledger. A -VfWHimper in All tlmt the Word ImplioH win! I>»‘vqUm «q tl»»* Howl InN r. wiw of the l*eo|»le of Cherokee < ounty^ VOL. IV-?iO. GAFFMBY CITY. S. C.. THLKSDAY, DEC-KMBKit !>:{, 181)7. $1.00 A YEAH. i ^ * : ; a: -h i ' Y > m V'AiVXi i-r': ; Ml ij. ■ L-X V ’ *" - •r f' i WL •:4 '"Vbomr'-sza ‘t - <•> ^CgBSBUjJ S^3P ■vm*. k»pi>SE? a . r A&Sz ***y*\ " *&£■ * e?;'i m» •> % '“t 'ss • -=• v 3i!V*fes*ia;-' “he Ij* Y A BEAFTTFI'T. road our Christ mas comefs, A road full twelve months loner. And every mile is as warm as a smile, And every hour is a sonj?. Flower and flake and cloud and sun, And the winds that r'ot and sigh. Have their work to do ere the dreams come true And Christmas glows in the sky. . The holly and cedar and mistletoe, They thrilled when the nights were chill, For the maiden’s glance and the madcap dance And the lover's foot on the sill. For the Christmas mirth the brave pine grew. Serene and straight and tall, The deep woods knew in their dusk and dew When the dearest of days would fall. To the beautiful home ourChrlstmas comes, To the home that is safe and sweet, With its door ajar for the beam of the Star, And its corner for love’s retreat. There the mark on the wall for the golden head Is higher a hit, for, lo! Between Christmas coming and Christmas Sped There’s time for the bairn to grow. Our Christmas comes with a royal grace, (Forget the ancient grudge!) ‘Tis the open hand that must hlesa the land. (Uplift the toiling drudge!) And who that lias gifts shall hold them bark, And who that has cheer shall wait, When there’s joy In the sky, and the 111 things fly. And the Christ-Child knocks at the gate. ’Tis.a heaut I fill time when Christmas comes All up the street and down, For hearts alight make faces bright When Christmas comes to town. Neighbor and friend in gladness meet And all are neighbors dear. When ihe Christmas peace idds evil cease In tlie holiest day of the year. The fair white fields In silence lie, Invisible angels go Over the floor that sparkles hoar With the glitter of frost and snow And they scatter the infinite halm of heaven Wherever on earth they stray. And heaven’s own store of Miss they pour On the earth each Christmas day. •Tis a beautiful task our Christmas brings For old and young to share. With jingle of bells, and silvery swells Of music in the air. To make the sad world merry awhile, And to frighten sin away, And to bless us all. whatever befall. Is the task of Christmas day. •—Margaret E. Sangster, in Youth's Com panion. Its Happy Influence. Blessed Christmas! It makes our hearts tender. It helps us, for the time being at least, to throw away selfishness. It helps us to he liberal, more open-hearted. We feel kindlier toward every one, and thousands of cold and selfish hearts seem to thaw out under the influence of the Christinas season, as the snows on the mountain side melt under the genial rays of the sun. The bounty and frugranee of hearts come out under its spell, as the violets and anemones hloom into beauty at the call of spring. To day, as we give gifts to friends, let us not forget the (lod who gave us all, and the Chris* who died to save us. Let it he a real Christmas to our souls, a day of rejoicing on earth, and a day of glauness in Heaven, ho- oMiise the Christ of Hod lias come into our hearts.—United Preshyterian. A PRUDENT MAN. Si it 1 £he—I understand you have quarreled v i111 your fiancee'? He Yea, hut I intend to renew the en gagemeiit after Christmas.- I p to Date. Christmas in Germany. The Hermans celebrate the coming of Santa Claus with more clalinratinii ihnn al niostaii) other people, Mid a < •eriuan ( linst mas tree is a t ight worth seeing. Presents for the servants and the poor are invariably placed on the same tree with the gilts for the children and the older meinberaof the family, and the little ones are early taught to think of those less fortunate than thein- seivea at the season of all others when good will and peace to man should he abroad over the land like * benediction. ■r;x* st;*: SftsrsS; Copyright. -■'-fc. l8<>7. (Uhristmas ptop and make goad riicfr, for (Christmas romrs but oner a grar.’-TussER. Where Santa Claus Gets b\is Gold. • • • III v ■ :% flii; \ HI M-m. 4r|*P A T X .•artv " M'i; .: r•'» m,’ M-v:, y \ \ • -I TO ■ <i^V; , - \V'. -v* i.-v ’■ • AX* vifl'^ ’f.3 • v •;' V v . 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From pain, from grief, from anguish free!” | The mourner breathed !n tones of sadness: ; "Bless it. tho’ it brought no gladness; I learned on earth no home to make; Bless it for Its lesson’s sake!” ^ 'Bless the old year!” cried the child with glee; ' “In Its merry hours I was happy and free; i It has brought me frolic for every day; Bkss the old year ere it passes away!” Bless the old year! Come one and aD: Answer to his lonely call: | Bet it so be the last sound he shall hear Shall echo a blessing! Bless the old year! —Lilian Frances Mentor, in N. Y. Herald. Santa Claus’ Shop. The other day I runned away. Which gave my ma a shock. I didn’t get back home, they say, Till nearly six o’clock. An’ then my ma she didn’t scold. But bugged me tight, an’ then She rocked and hugged me till I t«ld The places 1 had been. An’, say. you ought to seen her face At last, when 1 told how I'd surely found the very place Wtn re Santa Claus lives now. 1 told her how I didn’t stop A-ronnin’ nor turn bark Until l came to Santa's shop, An' peeked in through a craek. An’ how he sat there making toys, As busy as could he— The very kind that little hoys Cot on the Christmas tree. He looked so pale, and tired, toe, 1 thought it was a shame; An’ say. I didn’t know, did you, .That Santa Claus was lame? An' wh< n 1 told my ma, you know. She kissed me twice, because She sakl to-morrow that she'd go An' call on Santa Claus. —Alljert Bigelow Paine, in N. Y. World. Christmas for the Birds. Christmas is celebrated in Sweden to an extent unknown in the United States, and the celebration is not over till January 13, or "twentieth day Yule.” A very pretty feature of the festivities isthus deserilied by Mr. Thomas in his “Sweden and the Swedes:” One wintry afternoon, at Jule-tide, I had been skating on a pretty lake three miles from Cothenburg. On my way home I noticed that at every farmer’s house there was erected in the middle of the dooryard a pole, on the top of which was bound a large, full sheaf of grain. “Why is this?” I asked my comrade. *‘<»u, that's for the birds, the little wild birds. They must have a merry Christmas, too. you know.” Yes. so it is: not a peasant in Sweden will sit down with his children to a Christmas dinner within doors till he has figst raised aloft a Christmas dinner for the little birds that live in the cold and snow without.— Youth’s Companion. LITERARY INFORMATION. II COR many Icnc year* svrry Christmas has brought A visit from good old Kiia Kringle, Who cornea with hi* pack loaded high with each gifts As make young hearts Joyously tingle; And In all theae years has his bounty kept pace With the wants of hit dear littis people, He has found every chimney, and few has he passed, Were they talt as the highest church steeple. IT often Is wondered where Santa Ciais get* All the money It takes every season To buy all the presenta for buy them he must, That he makes them Is not within reason. It surely must cost him a great deal of caah For the oceans of gifts hs disperses. Such a draft every Christmas could not well be met By the biggest and fattest of purses. 'J'HERE'S only ore wiy to account for the cash That Santa so lavishly scatters; He must have a mine on the Klondike, up North, Where cart-loads of gold are small matters. Perhaps every summer he puts in his time Digging gold for his Christmas expenses: Such a plan. It would seem, is a good cne. inde-d, And devoid of ail shallow pretenses. y^ND then, when he gets all his presents prepared. He cornea like a flash down the mountain. His swift-sliding skees shooting skyward the snow. Till It looks like a feathery fountain: When he ianda In the valley he Jumps In his sleigh, And off o'er tho world goes a-flylng. To fill all the stockings that yawn for hit gifts. Everv wish *0 erant earnestly trying. ”1 want to buy a (Tii intinn* prewnt i bonk for a young man.” “Ycm, niih«, what kind of a book yon like?” "Whv, a book for a young man.” -Weil but what kind of a young maul "t>li, he'x tall and Iihn light hair, nr always wears blue neckties.”—-Ch* I wcvui u. Two Non-Effects. The Christman spirit produces neit swelled bead nor poekelbock.—N. Truth.