The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, December 21, 1905, Image 6
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O'er the bills night shadows steal; N I
; K^ftr^o a ' rr k t hroawft I
See the Virgin mild % '
Clasos her new-born Child! . *
Bound the manger shepherds kneel"
Humble worshipers. '
Hark! angels sing /
Bound their heavenly King!
fis for man and not for them,
Sleeps the Babe in Bethlehem.
t ^ Christinas this year." that
yv\ was what father had said
Nta mother. Tliora, who
was washing th? supper
?? dislies heard bira say it
and she told Selma and
Orlof.
"Why, Christinas must come every
year." said little Selma. opening wide
her big blue eyes.
"N"Ot wheu the tobacco isn't sold."
explained Orlof. who helped his father
on the 9uial! farm. "Father's borrowed
money on the crop to live on. and now
the money's 'most gone and the crop
fsu't sold yet. The buyers are slow
this year."
' "I don't see why any one ever buys
the horrid stuff." said Thorn. "The
smell of the leaves dryiug in the shed
makes me sick."
"Well, next summer you won't be
troubled wttn it, ror ramer anu i arc
going to put the land Into sugar beets."
remarked Orlof, who felt himself a
man of affairs. "Then we are sure to
make money, because a beet sugar
factory lias just been built at Janesville,
and the owners will buy ail the
jT beets we can raise."
"But what's that got to do with
thristmas?" asked Selnta.
"There won't be any Christmas
here." said Orlof, solemnly. "I knew
it first, for father told grandmother
this morning that there was no money
to spend for nonsense, and grandmother
? why. grandmother just cried."
There was a suspicious moisture in the
, boy's own eyes. The gentle little
grandmother who had never learned
English, and who spent the days knitting
the soft stockings and mittens
that the young Oversons found so
comfortable and warm during the Wisconsin
winters, was very dear to Orlof
and his sisters.
"There won't lie many more Christmuses
for grandmother." sighed
thoughtful Thora; "$lie is getting very
feeble."
"Then it Isu't right for us not to
Ii;;vc Christmas this year!" exclaimed
JSeln:a. "If there aren't many Christtuascs
left, she oughtn't to miss a sin?
ide one."
"No, and we won't let her. As sure
as my uanie is Tbora Overson, grandmother
shall have the best Christmas
this year that she's had since she left
Norway. We'll earn the money for it
ourselves."
( "l!ut how can we?" asked Seluia.
"Oh, we'll fin^ a way," replied
^Thora, with a happy smile.
x ? perhaps Orlof and Seiina went to
-sleep that night as soon as their flaxen
v abends touched their pillows, but not so
with Thora. Her long yellow braids
~w*re tossing for two hours or more af*^cr
she bad crept into bed beside little
Lars, the two-year-old baby. Her head
f* turt#d from side to side as she
worked out a plan in her mind that
^ kept even tbe thought of sleep away.
''But at last, reaching to see that the
covers were over the baby, she sighed
contentedly and closed her tired eyes.
"You. please, wash the dishes for
mother this morning, Selma, and tend
' to baby," she said to her sister after
breakfast tbe next day, "for I have
something else to do."
Tbora went to tbe upper room where
the children slept and (lid not come
down until it was time to go to school.
; Then she carried a little parcel, laughingly
refusing to tell what It contained
when Sehna and Orlof asked her.
After school that afternoon she told
fcelma to hurry home to help get supy
per; for she was going to the village
on an errand. When she trudged
borne an hour later her mind was so
full of happy thoughts and plans that
the three miles of rough country roads
seemed but a short, pleasant walk.
Her bright cheeks and sparkling eyes
were noticed by the grandmother
when she came into the house.
"Tbe little woman is happy to-night."
f ^ she said in Norwegian.
"Yes. grandmother, dear." Thora answered
ia the same tongue, "happy
and busy." She laid off her wraps and
undoing the little parcel she hud carTied
away in the morning showed her
grandmother a short piece of crocheted
lace of a most intricate design.
THE MADOMA Oh lilt ium tamil 1
*
Raphael (Italian: Born 1483; Died 1520).
\ . " ^
-. . . ?
Yole-tide
Thou whose head to earth is lowly
Bowed in woe and shame.
When no help seems nigh
To thy piteous cry,
Think! it was not for the holy
The Redeemer came.
Hark! angels sing
Round their heavenly King!
For earth's sinful and defiled
Comes to-night the Saviour Child.
WHARl'ff
IJMUi)
FFITfiOOGBT
r'KILbOWJE
B CWLCJ
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"I'm going to make vanls and yards >f
this." she said, "flow glad I am that
you taught uio to crochet."
"But I never taught you that pattern.
Thora. I know only the easy,
simple edges that we made in Norway
when I was young like you. Where
did you learn such a beautiful pattern
"I lay awake for a while .'ast night
and made it up."
"Why, it's wonderful." the grandmother
fingered the filmy meshes. "Is
it ror Christinas, dear?"
"Yes, and you mustn't ask any more
questions about it, for it's a secret."
During the few weeks before Christmas
Selma learned to be quite a capable
little housewife, for all the duties
that Thora was in the habit of attending
to fell on her shoulders. She
helped her mother with cooking and
baking, washed the dishes, hung out
the clean clothes to dry and watched
the baby faithfully.
"I like not that my Thora all the
time crochet," said Mrs. Ovcrson in
her quaint English, so Norwegian in
accent and construction. "Hut it he
for my Selma good. She now learn
all the things useful. When she know
all, I have my Thora in the kitchen
again work more."
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ROEDERSTERFS "SUFFER LITTLE
So if was that Thora was permitted
to spend the time out of school crocheting.
Many were the mornings that
she rose long before dawn and. quietly i
dressing herself so uot to wakeq *+-heJ
sleeping children, sat working by\ t(|
die light with fingers 30most
cramped by cold to hold the
steel crochet hooic. Many .A.
hours that, with thl^^^e ta h.
sat by the sraudmotTyrvjjmd
to tales of happy "Christnjasf
the seas. Again aud agai
grandD.Jthef,. who lived f
the past, described lj^ (
the old Norwegian cy'sfo
the ChristnfaJs^tide a sc^
joy and frolic^ - '* y ^ (v
"I know juSt ho<v wi ? 3 'V
thing," Tboriw eonfidecE i ' or
whom during tiie** <h|ys'j. >iit
little, for he was ty-awny-* le
late. "We will u e a Chyisttt /at
will be like be tiwin 2\6rw;:j-*r*Tore
grandfather died." ..
At first Thora wished to surprise
father and mother, as well as grandmother.
but wise Orlof made her see
that it would be better to let them
have a part In making grandmother's
Christmas happy. Wheu Mr. and Mrs.
Overson learned that Thora had
s.~ 4A ororhptinsr laee for or.e of
the village shops, and that Ole was receiving
seventy-five cents a week for
doing a neighbor's chores each night
and morning, they looked at each other
In wonder. 0
T think we starve never more now."
said Airs. Overson, "with children
which hard work so good."
.Mr. Overson did not answer. lie
turned away from the eager young i
faces of his children and the proud '
gaze of his wife. After a moment's
siience he said. "I was wrong when I
said there -could be ro Christinas.
There is always Christmas where
hearts are warm and generous."
What a bustle there was the last
few days before Christmas Eve! Mr.
Overson, with Thora and Orlof, drove
to town in the old bobsled and came
home laden with packages. Selma
stoned raisins for the Norwegian .holiday
soup made of wine, raisins, prunes
and sago. ' Thora made the lefse
(Christmas breadj and cooked the fa^
v . '
/
,
GREETING
lie who to the cradle bring*
One pure, generous thought,
To the infant there
Brings gifts more rare
Than the eold and mvrrh the kincs
Of the Orient brought.
Hark! angels sing
Round their heavenly King!
Tis for man and not for them,
Sleeps the Babe in Bethlehem.
vorltc Norwegian fish, the ludefisk.
which is brought to this country for
the children of Norway who have
found homer here. She stewed into
delicious sauce the ruby-colored tyttebar
berries, which come all the way
from Norway dried. Father Overson
brewed the harmless home-made beer,
without which no Norwegiau Christ- j
mas is complete, and Mrs. Overson
baked a huge jarful of the Yule cakes.
All this time the little grandmother
sat by the sitting room stove, near the
window, knitting her memories. into
tlie long socks for Orlof. and oftentimes
weaving a tear that fell softly
upon her work as the thoughts of bap- j
py days never to return overwhelmed I
her. Sometimes she fancied that she
actually smelled the roasting spare
ribs or the ludefisk. so clear was the
memory of the old feasts. When she
told Orlof this l\o laughed aloud, and
she smiled gently, for she was not
hurt that he should find his old grandmother
amusing. But she wondered
when he went into the kitchen why
he shut the door so quickly after him.
The morning before Christmas Mr.
uvorson ana uriui wem uui wnu
hatchets and smuggled into the house
great branches of the Norway pine
which grew on their place.
At supper time when grandmother
came into the sitting room after the
nap that now she so often found she
could mot do without, she noticed the
Christmas green, and a happy light
came into her faded, patient eyes, but
it was quickly followed by a sigh.
Then her son. the big man for whom
in his childhood she had left the land
of her youth, chided her for sighing.
"Make glad Yule!" he cried, leading
her to the head of the table. ?hich she
suddenly saw was heaped with all the
Christmas goodies that had marked
old Yule feasts at hoift in Norway.
CHllrfgEH^ 'COME t'KTO ME."
'^Jlakc slad^^ilo:" sboutej all thf
cniiupw j^c once. even iitue i-.ars
vpi^ *5 In tj> Jiappy chorus.
r*0 <&ne asi for grandmoth^#niul
n it was given
aud^fc;^ they all sang a
^ih ik j^rwegiau as they
it ^"ble^
""^vrqscnts, grandmoth\*
< * ~*fe JiOyely felt
i^fft y \ ' Jie money
ic f<> /&,work." ^
T leaked uowu at ner
\ Many gifts were ar*'
There were the slipMit^!
shoulder shawl, a,
jrce-collar and a quaint and
fl^<*ilk kerchief old pat_
,1>' i grandihpjthi looked at in
es^v .^a^juder, fovit^' ^ this side
fof the ocean'lJlfl'iiAe se jiike.
. "It was my mother's/. ;. Overson
explained* "My fntbert^jAight it to
hp.r from Chrtstianln/ Vn ^ was a
baby.'* She never j it except on
holiday#* or when v/^'v'babies were
christened." *
"But it is not do, 'e," reiaoustrated
grandmother. '* ' i'v.
"Yes, for you. r*tf{ijit to see it tied
over your head as my mother wore it.
You are my mother, too, and it should
be yours."
Mr. Ovfson kissed his wife. Christmas
hadfljrought to him a happiness
long dCalreu. wis wire una ai nisi
taken ais mother into the heart that
had t. en grieving for her own mother
long vad.
Tf / kerchief was tied over grnndmo
ior's head amid exclamations of
de/glit and admiration.
^Isn't she dears and sweet?" asked
"Mora, smiling at the happy group.
lit is my children and grandchildren
who are dear and sweet. God
bless them." said grandmother reverently.?The
Little Chronicle.
An ironmaster in South Wales claims
to have Invented a process by which
the cost of making steel cn be reduced
twenty per cent.
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: . : THE Rti
% ?T XABIOX COC
i stan<! where rolling vapors shroud
The golden hills that spread so fair:
Pale light is filtered through the cloud.
Thick moisture weights the clinging air.
I see no Hash beyond the gloom.
Yet there the flame of battle run*.
And thence is borne the cry of doom.
The broken thunder of the guns!
soul is shaken with their din.
Pocked with the standards borne on
high;
I feel the sweeping charge begin:
My heart is spent with those who die!
Yet hack and forth with measured pace.
Beside the breastworks blank and tall,
I march the track with unmoved face.
And hold mv manhood's blood in thrall.
The war-horse neighs behind the gate.
The horseman soothes him. at his side:
I guard the patient ranks that wait.
Heart-spurred, but silent?restless-eyed.
They may not break the bound that keeps
Each man an atom in his place:
JV> i>;i?er is me euaru mat sleeps
Than lie who leaps the appointed space!
gg||f The Capitis
Psl!!! By HELEN F0RI
^to*c or arc not proms: out to J
walk again with that Mr.
dlf O Ellcslie. Meta":" cried Miss
7 K (Jeorgiana Tripton, uust
WOT terciy.
t "Yes. T am." said Meta
ftr.^feam, saucily. "Why shouldn't IV"
"Its very unfeminine to spend all
one's time running after the gentlemen."
snapped Miss (Jeorgiana.
"But it's just the other way in my
case. Cousin (Jeorgiana." said Meta.
demurely. "The gentlemen run after
me."
"Pshaw!"
"Mr. Ellcslie asked me to walk
through the cemetery with him this ]
afternoon." added Meta. commanding
Iter temper with admirable equanimity. (
"I did not ask him."
And away tripped the little lassie. ]
humming a popular air, in the sauciest i
and most fascinating manner possible. (
(Jeorgiana Tripton was seven-and- i
thirty, and Meta (Jrabam was seventeen.
consequently it can easily he com- 1
prehemled that there was no great 1
sympathy between the two cousins.
Georgians was biiious and yellow, ex- <
acting and irritable?Meta fresh and i
rosy as Aurora's self, with a temper !
1 sweet as a May morning, and a score i
of lovers at her feet. Love was as yet ]
only Meta's plaything, but matrimony i
in the eyes of Georgians Tripton was
the one serious business of life. 1
She had made up her mind to marry i
Frank Elleslie. albeit that young law- j
yer was ten good years younger than
herself, and as both happened to be j
sojourning at the same hotel, fate for ,?
ouee seemed inclined to favor her. i
But when Meta Graham came down
from the city in all the glittering ?
armor of her golden-haired beauty,
rose-and-snow complexion and dimpled i
smiles. Miss Georgians saw at once <
that her cause was lost. I
Frank Ellcslio deserted basely to the ;
enemy at the very first flutter of those i
irrestfstible banners of youth and beau- .
ty: but Georgiana secretly resolved ;
that if she cculd not marry the young j
lawyer, Meta Graham should not. (
either. I
"I'll Keep my eye on 'em at nil .
events," thought Miss Georgiana, vie- <
ionsly. "Tite cemetery is as free for <
me to waik in as it is for them."
So Miss Tripton hurriedly invested i
herself In outdoor attire and took the :
orossert over tile fields toward the %
beautiful rural oomoierv. which was i 1
the pride and ornament o.' all the I 1
neighborhood for miles around.
' I sliall- get there first," thought
J? corgi;: nn: "for. of course, they'll
dawdle along under the shade of the
trees and he twice as long as they need
to. I've no patience with such sentimentnlism.
But I'll he" even with that
pert little Merta yet. I'll listen to all
their nonsense, and I'll write such an
account of it to my Uncle Graham that i
my young lady will find herself recalled ;
homo the very first she knows. Ol' I
course, they'll go to the Livingdale
monument?there Is a green bench
there and an arbor of sweet honeysuckle.
and I can hide just beyond."
Miss Tripton smiled grimly to herself
as she mentally surveyed this program
of battle against true love, and
pretty little Meta Graham, whose only
tangible offense was youth and beauty.
But when wastjbe dragon in the fairy
tales ever known to spare the brighteyed
i>rfnees8 just because her eyes
were "bright and her face pure oval?
\?H sprays of white and buff-blos- t
somisd honeysuckle were waving softly
. about in the delicious summer air as
Miss Tripton stole into the green glade
where the exquisitely carved statue
that surmounted the Livingdale monument
kept its still watch in the liquid
gold and odorous sweetness of tlie j
sunshine. It was a marble tribute to j i
the memory of a girl who had died
young, and whose features were sup- j
posed to be perpetuated in the grace- 1
ful lines of the statue. But just now
Miss Georgiana Trlptor. had neither ,
time nor attention to waste on gleam- <
lug marble or exquisite outline.
Just beyond, a grim old granite j
vault seemed to hide itself in the side 1
slope of a hill, with its iron gate swing- [
Jng idly to and fro at the- will of the
wind. Georgiana stole into this vault. 1
shrinking beneath Its damp, sepulchral
shadows, as the sound of footsteps on 1
the green turf beyond, and the ringing
sound of Meta Graham's laughter, he- 1
tokened the utar approach of the
young lovers.
"A cankered old ma UK" pronouneeu i
Mr. Frank Kllesiie, not without emphasis.
"So she thinks it very wrong .1
of you to walk with me, does she?
I'll wager nobody troubles themselves 1
much to walk with her?"
"F.ut she isn't to blame for being so
old and so yellow, and so disagreeable,
Frank. She can't help it." pleaded
Mota, with an innocent toleration,
which made Keorginna Tvipton's lingers
quiver to box her pretty little pink
ears.
"Site cannot help being so ill-tempered
and venomous. I suppose? But
come. Meta dear, don't let us waste our
precious time talking about such an
old vinegar cruet as she is. Sit down
here ifi the shade of those fragrant
: lionfysuckles. and let us enjoy the
sweet air and the. bird-sougs."
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SERVE. F
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THOCT SMXT?.
With steady tramp, vyith close-locked lip, ](
I hear inert the silent can.
Sey how the standards rise and dip.
There?where the scattering vapors run! 8
Who calls? Who passes? Who comolain9? o
Woo gives the challenge and .reply?
Jly heart is tugging at its chain's, .
. And pleading to the smoke-dimmed sky! *
Xoon dies?nor finds the fighting done: \
Still shriek the guns beyond the hill;
We know not if the day be won,
We trust the word that holds us still.
Bravest when we at last despair
Of summons swift by bugle-eall? j(
An, praise us. comrades! for we bear
A strain that makes your struggle small! ?
ii
O <zlorious ranks that break and charge. \)
That feel the fierce unchecked desire? ?
Tlie hope that stingy?the impulse large
That snurns the force of steel and tire! 0
With what high hearts you play your fate, s
Meet scathe or death, and cheering fall! q
lake ye Godspeed from us who wait,
Mute guards beneath the barrack wall! P
?Youth's Companion.
ft
f
ye Maiden f
REST CRAVES. 1111!! U
HHimsiiiii
4'0h."' cried Meta. with a slight start. r
"what dunging noise was that?"
"Only the gate of yonder gray old
vault swinging in the wind." Meta r
looked earnestly toward it. 'l
"Oil, Frank. I am sure T saw some- ^
thing move back there in the shadows!"
n
"Nonsense, Meta! what could posst- e
lily be there but the dead bones of ri
some ancient Dutch burgomaster?" 11
And Meta could not but join in the *'
merry luugh at her own childish felly p
and forget it.
They sat there some ten minutes, 0
watching the sun go down Into the *T
rivtr below, in a red panoply of brightness
and to Miss Georgiaua's intense
disappointment, saying not a word of p
lovesick sentiment, such as she had 11
.... A k.n.. tk/.,. C:
i'/iikiru r.vprl iiru iu ut ni , iucij
rose up and strolled away down one J
af the broad graveled paths that led
to the eastern gates of the cemetery.
"Poll!" thought Miss Tripton, discontentedly.
"That wasn't worth listen- ?
lug to." *c
But as she essayed to unlatch and
spen the iron vault*gate, she discovrrrd.
to her dismay, that it was fast.
Some unsee or unsuspected catcli in the
iron mechanism of the gate had caged
liei safely in the recesses of the dis- ,
mal old vault.
In vain she shook the fastenings- "
the stone and iron were too linniy *
ivelded together to admit of any tarn- 1
aering with their rivets.
"Dear, dear!" thought Miss GeorgIina.
beginning to tremble all over with h
i sense of the very disagreeable posi- ei
tion in which she had placed herself.
What shall I do? They can't have
rone far. I'll scream."
She lifted up her voice, in a femi- 111
line scream?"Help! ne-e-lp!" But
mly the rustling of the leaves and the
piping of the summer insects replied.
She screamed again, this time at the 01
rery top of her voice; stil. no answer.
Vnd then Miss Georgians, forgetting 1)1
ill her strong-mindedness and selfpraise,
sank down all in a heap in the 0
orncr of the vault and began to ery "
>u<nnis)#Y. j t
"It's growing dark or oven* minute!" ?she
whispered, "and I shall have to
day here all night, with the ghosts U(
tnd the spiders, and the horrid, horrid
lead men's hones. All night! and to- K1
norrow is Sunday, and the cemetery t:1
rates will he locked, and who knows
mt I shall die with fright and hunger {1
jefore I can get out of this hideous
)Iace. oh, dear, dear! I'll never, never
Isten again! I'll let Meta marry whom
die likes, and never interfere, if only
' get alive out of this dismal vault.
IVhy did I come here? Why couldn't ,
' have minded ray own business? Old ..
Vdnt Polly rurkfs always said I l)I
diouhl come to grief prying into other ^
>eople's affairs, and her words have be onip
gosnel?true at last!"
Ami once more, in a paroxysm of u
lespair, Miss Georgiana raised her
m
roice and Availed aloud for help.
Mela Graham, who was pausing at a
ittle wayside lountain. Avhcre a crys- )
al-elear stream of Avater bubbled into ej
i marble basin, whose edge avus nearly
lidden in hlossiming water-flags and ^
iqnatie plants, stopped to listen with
:he tin cup at her lips. ^
"Frank!" she said, gravely, "I c-er- st
a inly do hear something!"
"So do I!" said Mr. Elleslie. "I hear
cfl
lie water dripping into the fountain. tl
ind the sound of the Avind rushing ,
hrough the treetops, and two blaekjirds
singing in the hedges!"
"But I hear a human voice crying out
.'or help!" H
"Nonsense!" A,
Meta pursed up her lips and nodded u,
ier head. 0j
"Listen for yourself. Frank!" she ju
urged. "Hark! there it is again!" ?j
"Well, it does sound like a voice," 1E
Admitted Mr. Elleslie. "Shall avc go jj
sack'! Perhaps some one has lost his ^
way In the winding paths, or," and his
pyes twinkled mischievously, "some ..]
ghost is crying out for its freedom!" se
"Oh. Frank, don't talk so!" pleaded ^
!Ietn, clinging nervously to his arm.
'Let us go back at once, aud see what jt
It means!" tti
And. a feAv inonutes only had elapsed ^
before Frank and Meta had retraced
[heir steps to the green glade where y
Ihe marble statue gleamed faintly
through the darkening twilight, and
Ihe honeysuckles diffused their heavy
fragrance on the air. n]
"Why!" ejaculated Meta, "It is p,
Cousin Georgy peering out from behind n
the iron bars like a wild beast in a t.
cage. tl
"How on earth came you here. Miss j>
Triplon!" rather unceremoniously de- n
manded Mr. Eileslie; ami Georgiaua. .j
well frightened for her duplicity, con- p
fessed the truth. j,i
Frank burst out laughing Meta drew
herself up, flushed and indignant.
"Under the circumstances," she said,
"I can hardly pity your involuntary fi
captivity as much as I might otherwise
do!" f<
"Hut I'll never do such a thing again
if you'll only let me out this time," tl
pleaded Georgiaua. J tt
And Mr. Eileslie went for the gatekeeper
and the keys, and before another
half hour had elapsed Georgiaua
Triptou was safe at home, in the com- r
' ' '#|]n
ad smelling salts. She was Hysterical
or a week afterward, but she dogged
be footsteps of fbe young lovers no
anger!
"It was as bad as being buried alive,*
he faltered, whenever?which was not
ften?she could bring herself to allude
a the adventure in the cemetery. "And
o think I never heard anything worth
istening to, after all!"?New York
Veekly.
I nrf?M? the Cott Wt UT>ag.
The proposition favovd by the al?ged
r? formers who have so viciously
tlacked tiw proprietary medicine busiieis
is that all family medicines shall
e put under the ban of the law. and
^'?4' ? - ? oil o 11 Via tnban A-roant
IJUl UU llicuiciiic ouuii uc laacu cavvi?i
n the prescription and that no one
five a physician possessing certain
ualiflcatious as to diploma, etc., shall
reseribe.
It is easy to see where this would
lTect the manufacturer, but the elect
there would be insignificant as
ojnpnred with the increase it would
lake in the cost of living of a large
umber of people.
Nearly fifty-three pe*^ cent, cf the
smilies recorded in the last Federal
ensr.s livbil outside of incorporated
iv,-rs. They rely or. "home rerneics"
to an extent known only to
hose who arc actually residing in
ural districts or who have lived outide
of the towns. To do away with
patent" medicines would be to the
ural fifty-three per cent, not only a
ardship, but would actually endanger
ealtb.
The rural fifty-three per cent. ?re
ot the only ones to he affected, howver.
Of the lu,9G4.00p families
icorded in the last census thirtyfree
per cint. had annual Incomes of
400 or less. The average number of
ersons to a family was five, so that
mini 01 me laniines uau incomes
f $S0, or less, per individual, per
car.
To compel every cue to throw away
icir home remedies and employ a
hysician for each ailment of every
icmber of the family would be adding
cponse unnecessarily and increasing
ie difficulties that surround the probms
of life.
Only twenty pnr cent, of the 13.9C4.X)
families in tap United States had
iconics of more than $1200 annually
;r an avcrayc of five persons, only
re per cent. had incomes of over
1300 per family. At a conservative
itimato ninety-five per cent, of the
?ople have "pate 1." medicines handy.'
a* instant use warn needed.
This uine'.y-llvo per cent, could, if
ucnircd. discard "r.ateuf medicines
ithcut pacraye of laws and would
3 so but for one renrcu. Tbat is that
latent" medicines are well known to
lem as reliable remedies, which no
3usebold ccnld be without and which
jve cured the ailments of three gciiiy^ous
of American people.
1IVhy Don't Wn
Put more faith "In ourselyes and less
i the promises of others?
Learn how small is the value of
le spoken word?
Ilumor cur consciences instead of
ir pride?
Cultivate a decent respect for other
?ople's opinions?
Determine to possess the courage
1 the consequences as well as the
a rnge of convictions?
Judge people by their efforts, not
r the results of their labor?
Criticise loss where we can suggest
) practical remedies?
Listen graciously to advice, kindly
ven. whether or not we intend to
ke it?
Admit that .1 suppression of the
uth is not always to be condemned?
Recognize our orni satisfaction ns
ie greatest possible reward in this
or id?
A Football Dllnmni.
The village football ejeren was
>out to begin In the great natch of
ie season with a rival team. Just
?fore the game was timed to begin,
e captain of the heme team appeared
lib a worried look and dejectedly
untcd the rnectators. They eonsistl
of two farmer Icyr. a militiaman,
id the local clilmueycweep. He
unted them ever twice, but failed
make any mro of them. As both
arns took the lieM the homo captain
:elained:
"There won't be no niateli to-day.
"e scratch."
"Wot are yen talkin' about?" said
le opposition captaij. "Ycu can't
ratch ncT."'
"We've got ter,"' replied the home
iptain, dolefully: "we ain't took
tough gate money to get the ball out
pawn."?Harper's Weekly.
The Paul Itearer.
Hear Admiral Sigsbee and General
orace Porter, ex-ambassador to
ranee, who were the prominent flg'es
in the recent removal of fhe body
' John Paul Jones to Annapolis, met
i New York'the other evening at a
nner giveu by the Loyal Legion. Adiral
Sigsbee in concluding bis speech
iseounted his part in the removal of
le naval hero's body. '
"No credit belongs to me," he said.
[ simply brought his body across the
.>a in my battleship. Ceneral Porter
id the great task of finding tfie body.''
"He is right." said General Porter,
mping to his feet. "I was the Paul
nder: Admiral Sigsbee was the pallpa
rer."
They forgave him the pun. ? New
ork Tribune.
Too Little Fruit Eaten.
"We are prone to indulge in too much
eat and too lirile vegetables and fruif,
Dssibly iu consequence of defective
icthods of preparing them for the
ib!e," declared Sir Trevor Lawrence
ie other day at a meeting of the
oyal Horticultural Society in'London,
nd he pointed out that in 1004 more
lan ?4.000.000 worth of fruit was imorted
which could have been grown
i that country.
i
The Real. ' ?
The great actress brings a dress over
*oiu Paris.
It cost her $1000. She has to have
>ur maids to heip her get into it.
When she comes out on the stage
ie public at once exclaims in rapires:
"This is indeed realism!"
"What is she representing**
"Why, a Sicilian peasant', girl."?
uck. *
international lesson co m
; "/FOB OECEMKH 24, HH
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?Memory Timw, t. 7?Com
j>m the Day's Limi. C^jH
1. Great darkness (vs. i,2). 1. "Xer* ,?
ertheless." A transition word from the H
dark picture of chapter 8:5-22, describ- j
Ing the woes from Assyrian predom- M
inance to the bright dawn and consuflk- H
matlon of the Messianic era. "Shafl JH
not be snch." The darkness shall not V
be as great as It has been. There was
a ray of encouragement forJtoose who
were ready to receive tbyifrophefs fl
words. "Zebulun." GallUre- was the
land that principally suffered'in the
first Assyrian invasion.
2. "The people... .In darkness." The
people of Judah. They were at this
time under a two-fold darkness. 1.
The darkness of outward trouble. 8ee
2 Kings 15:37: 16:4-8, 17; 2 Chron.
28:5-8. 2. The.v were in moral darkness.
Ahaz had led the people into the ^
most abominable practices in honor of dH
the heathen divinities. Finally, toward
the close of the reign, he shut up the V
great doors of the temple (2 Chron.
28:24), discontinued the offering of in-7-^M
cense and the morning and evening B
sceriflrp. and left the whole Interior
decay, neglect and ruin. fl
II. A great light (vs. 2-5). 2.
great light." The sudden change fromwHD
dense darkness to the shining ."ligWP^M
which the prophet saw is quite remanHgH
able. What light was this? The proa^JH
lse of redemption; the prospect of flHB
coming of Immanuel.
3. "Hast multiplied the nation>tc^
Isaiah with prophetic eye pierces
centuries andsees*the hosts that woukl^H
come under the reign of the Messiahd^M
and be numbered with the true s^MHB
ual Israel. "And not increased." iSHfe
It. V. for correct rendering. "They joy
before Thee." The prophet notes lt.fr
be a religious joy because it is said to
be before God?thst is, in His pres*
enee and with a grateful acknowledf- _J
mcTii of His benefits.
4. "Tliou hast broken tne^W^^ J
The Jews were successively delivered X
from the burdensome and galling yoke M
of the Assyrians, Chaldeans, Persians ?
and Macedonians, but these deliver-'
ances were only a shadow of redemp?| S
tion front the yoke of Satan, *and thfttC ?
redemption seems here especially pte^sR 1
dieted as if already accomplished. "A*Jt J
in the day of Midian." As Gideon witfr'f M
a handful of men conquered the hosts jm
of Midian, so Messiah, the "child" (r. X1?
6). shall prove to be the "Prince dljgj ]
Peace." ana tiic sanu company
Him shall overcome the- mighty,host*; J 8
of Antichrist. See the same contrsowfl I
5. "For every battle." It j
custom of -antiquity to pile the '
of prostrate enemies, .the spoils of lew
value, arid their spotted garment*!, flngH
a heap and then burn them. > All
belongs to war shall bo s wept a
the war itself shall die. The
abolishes all war, bnt not un&' BB>aBi 1
foes are either swept away by Hie J
judgments or melted into penitenpo. I
and won over by His love. $ J
III. A vision of the Messiah (v. & J
"Unto us." The prophet spake dT
predicted blessings as if already
muulcated. "A Son is givem"
gratuitous gift, upon wbieli man'huH 1
no claim (John 3:16). A gift of loye^jfeBl
joy, of universal fitness to oar neetit' l 1
As Son of man Jesus was "a efctiftl 9
born." as Son of God He was a -"Soa ft 9
given." "Government" The eftafefctJgjH
of. government, the sceptre, J hp 9
or key, was borne upon
the shoulder. All government sbftln|Bm
vested in Him. "Hlc name." A nann^H
stands for all that the man Is axuK
?his character, his principles and MfcaBB
property. "Wonderful." Because
..... hnmnn OHlWIW
iiUlUl C n aa uviu uuuium ? *? ,, ,_
Whoever refuses to believe in the so- H
pernatural rum: pause at the manger. t
Vt* eau go no farther. How Godbood M
and manhood coujd be knit together
in the person of Christ is beyond aft I
But things incomprehensible are n& I
incredible. Ail divine works are won l^H
derful. There ave marvels enough J fW
a drop of water to bewilder the wise*^ HM
"Counselor." ' One who has wlSdMrc^B
to guide himself and others. Jerfqf
wna thr? pmhodiment of the wisdom SJH
Got!. Ho was a Saviour, both God j^B
nnd man, a personal revelation <3E:H
God's lore, a perfect character andej^ H
ample. He is our Counselor, nerer H
guiding us astray, but always by th* H
best ways to the beat ends. "MtghijfViH
God." God the mighty One. As Ed ' H
wisdom, so He has strength: He tk ' i 3
able to save to the uttermost, and such 1
is the work of tbe Mediator that ne^ B
less a power than that of the might?*'
God could accomplish it. "Everlasting I 3
Father." Expressing the divine lore \B
and pity for men. a love that can never
fail for It is everlasting. "Prince of fl
peace." As a king He preserves, conn B
mands. creates peace. His peace both
keeps the hearts of His people and.'. I
rules in them. 3
IV. The Messianic kingdom (v. T). fl
7. "Of the increase." etc. Tbe gorerp- B
ment shall increase in cumbers, in J
power, in the completeness of its rate* H
It shall increase in the blessings it be* \ H
stows-. It is like th? powers of nature, H
which are exhaustless. There la no . 9
limit to their application to the uses of' H
man. With all our marvelous- inven?
tions and discoveries of what nature! I
can do. wc have yet gathered but a , fl
few rays from the world, of light, a fl
few sprays from the ocean of blessing* H
nmi hns in store for man. "ThronedCft fl
David." To sit npon the throne of Da- 3
vld means to reign over the true i
pie of God, and In this tense Christ
on David's throne. "To order It",
rule It. "From henceforth even
ever." Only such a kingdom can
dure. Nothing is really settled t?
is settled Yight. The powers of-x
seem very strong, bat every one
doomed to fall before Christ ' , ' >
An Algerian Pompeii.
"Under the title "Rome in Afric
Mrs. Aubrey le Blond has an ill
trated article in "Good Words" on
Algerian Pompeii at Lambesaa *
TImgad. What we owe to Vesuvius
covering up the city of Pompeii an
saving it from the gradual but cpr
plete destruction which all cities c
stantly inhabited and renewed '?i
suffer, this we owe to the burniqg a
* Tt-~A nrhloh hnvoA
xuraaiwug \jl nugau, " ??
to us an entire town of the ttije
the Romans with its 1'*" ~*"Vjfntn
plainly writ in stone. When t
French government has completed I
work of excavation it seems probah
that Tingad will be the most perfe^
specimen of a Roman colonial city ta
which all travelers, Interested In the
life of two thousand years ago, wiJJ.
look for a magnificent lesson. \ ?
The cost of firing cue shot from/S^f 7
of Uncle Sam's sixteen-takh gui*
equals the pay oI a private for