©o® AMBBOAL used stories Wyman if he You tell such pretty about I'd love Grandpa would play quietly, along. to wouldn't but me romp, Heaven and the angels. Are angel ? fetmos you an now like in that.” themselves the library they might was amuse in it around How funny must be to float the Merry “Well, will said Bertha, he be,” Grandpa Wyman, for awhile. never You used tell when to to not air. me cry you in discouraging “because when curtain, about behind thick to tone, the sick long, because would be was a were so you very children did happy where going. Jack he boy the when said: order them out, you were never was a “I wonder why look funny. people at me so all like I anything they just Bertha, let’s play “Oh, I tell wrong; were you, They Sometimes always look sad when they see me. did people, and the and and play grandpa grown-up never you was me, was I ask Nursic why she don’t to tell but me thing the with just like grandpa does; least out way.” USUAL I talked to know. you to You looked pretty, mamma, seem so promptly. they did!” Jack, had play."’ “I bet said lately, I good, quiet when I before went I have that’ll be saw you you away. me a little Papa has yet. “Well, “Why, Jack,” replied Bertha, “what a pansy you gave me one, wait from laughed and said: Bertha come my it little too. He takes it kisses out and every makes that?” office old dressing and down-town ’till I papa's get gown you say while. I wonder what makes still papa so now. But Jack in decidedly defiant feeling there's pair pair of grandpa's was specs; a a a He doesn't have much time play with to me, just then. The of having room.” state thought tired and de- in his lyin' around loose cither, like you. •'Sometimes want around seemed 1 to put confess the him catch in to about glasses to pondent. It let my arms “You better not you s neck and kiss just before I sleep. to your you go fellow. soured good-natured little have the cold, his warned Jack. room,” was a And window,’way then I look of out to my up said of winter. than that,” stormy night in the middle “O, know better I the and wonder if there. stars, you are up “I bet he acted like other brightly-blazing scampered off. just In library Bertha she Nursie is good and glues dolly's any real to my was a me my as / I , f| HE stockings boy,” persisted Jack. head when it. “I wouldn't I returned and lamp with crack were minutes she fire; the table student few In wonder on a a J '1 'tß Illi K hung by the Christmas "I'm hold '. sleepy I have to am the so now, mamma, if he kid Jack speck just horrid little the merrily the figure colored shade, which filled laughed at a was a room mM I with I, chimney with L Angers. ,1 eyes open my my he little, and when only he's forgot all dressing with rich mellow light. - I || papa's and in his cut was gown a care,” “Good night, | 111 dear little and take Come a mamma. iJIk —77Z JU 4 I LJrwf/IW ' it all about Only think how old discovered An hour passed, for I spectacles. have St f grandpa's with Nick his now. may From little darling. Taf« “ your is!” reindeers right somethin’,'’ he doin’ napping, when “P. S.—Old kittens. “Now be that I had been Tabby has Wjl must more some you " early there, bright; burning Two white and black.” two was “I think don't talk all. make much pretty at I in are are “it doesn't heard the of slippered feet Jack; began patter you But and of couldn’t sleep mamma See white, The letter dropped from hand. papa, course, strands of my pop-corn my Jack,” began Bertha, seriously; “after voice I'll make the hall, later little and and difference what, moment my my a Without stealing down and first taking a See peep. the presents, row. While row on loving words I reading these bed it.” to you'll think about like grandpa’s.” daughter in good-night growly, just for her awful go you came Swinging, swaying, and fro. to lived whole life again. How The joy of Christmas—the great that’s sweetest my over “No, I won't,” kiss. Oh, the and fruit motley strange known— selfish and sordid it all seemed to me That root! I bear from branch said Jack; “all I'll In kneeled to her dainty night robe she Upon their glad faces is faithfully shown, The picture in bold stood out In the forest dim and vast, now. relief—the think ’bout by by chair I lay and said “Now her while And, they playing “St. Nick” in my the are passed, Where early days of my were artist’s hand that was time a be dark, that 'll I me.” thought I sigh heard little as a Never dreamed I such estate child. How Ido know, long I sat not word A to •‘us old folks” wish to remark. we how grandpa she finished it. climbed into She E’er would fate. my be happy my scolded his and blow, ’bout lap and kissed again. But they blow time and time came, on O, don’t remember with thrills of delight. me you The laid low. choppers strong me old and The waiting glasses, There and watching for Santa seemed and Claus’ be to sweet peculiar a Wanted Christmas; tor me so night, Ae said when tenderness in childish her was caresses. Here I and I can see, am, How, all a-sparkle and cheeks all a-flame, eyes chil’ren boy At length skipped she be a away That there really could not You eagerly counted till the days it came. with her back without bed, calling to Much of Christmas to me. a nurse And then, how “hung chimney by the with you from the stairs: “Goodnight' Pleasant me Ding dong! Ding dong! care” dreams and happy birthday. ’ and strong! music Oh, the sweet The biggest long stockings could that mamma While she In steeple bell I swing. caressing the was so profusely, me spare. ring; And ring and ring and heard I letter And marched with little click brothers and sisters to your a in my the Christmas bell. For 1 am bed. rack where I be placed letters to my swell, glad and And notes surge my Where visions plums danced through of sugar ready for the mail. Reaching morning beside I tell And better than aught head. your 1 found read earth, package and birth, dainty Of Love’s dear of over peace on a O, night Now I will what, long that seemed; Good to this never men. pray, address a was it: so as upon You couldn’t Christmas Day, sleepy, tossed till Would be the get you you merry and swell dreamed; Without the clang and surge Bell? last the quickly Of Me, the Happy Christmas At when came morn arose you excited Almost too button clothes. to your look And I just at nr, now pray, Then downstairs Tree. rushed the parlor’s Christmas Bell. Mr. Christmas to Mr. you closed door, pleased In boasting just be to pause, Then daring am—Santa Claus! paused, hardly further For I, to explore you can see, Lest naught might be there. And neither bound. Then—Hurrah! of I'll be you are, I'm what shout Of much when around. account a High and rich and You when found Santa Claus and low gave you was poor, with about. I gifts to door. come every If should the time about, ever come I READ MARY MAMMA. THE LETTER FROM That forget, moment supreme you can never When the over-wise out, vote ones mo Its good influence clings to yet; ever you with deer and sledge. And I should but before my I I had go went to my room ’Tis live look back and sweet to through on edge oblivion’s Over outmost written Mary: this letter from to mamma again, sight and ken. of dear world's Out the “My Dear Little Darling just :—I have finished The joy of lifetime ’twill always remain. your Chrismas then? of What would become reading and letter not sweet very your a and Christmas So. Christmas bell, tree, give children So that bright, to little either. And think how do I did your memory one. you at—ME, little modest, and look Be and in I turned it utter a more over over Of childhood’s most wonderful Christmas delight, it? Looking Nursie shoulder over your as In of the I amazement. one corners it for This will wrote to ho! ! this fuss? Oh. oh. ho what all you. seem very queer s And hang—not stocking—but for of each found the evidence grief—two little two and I make understand it one cannot and Better keep still look at—us. you, you now, chick, did but will day. So not need pine-wood Now old tree, tell What this true, blistered spots. mean? I you some papa us can For nothing’s good much for St. Nick. too too send and he to letter wanted or be? to If here where would weren't your me, so you we At last said myself. the thought to Dodge, in —H. C. Goodall’s Sun. much keep it I told him he might. I think to Would ring jolly clear, out so you that the dawned might upon me nurse will it do good, whenever he reads it. too, here? Old steeple bell, if weren't papa we placed it there gratify have to “After night kissed sleep last I where'd went to some And old Santy, you you, you go, little think in bed, just I used to. I know? whim of little like daughter. it for I'd childish you If weren't your as to u«, my felt it, smiled have for must For in spite of all very you you you can sing or say. do I Debating what finally decided to kneel sweetly. I to and Christmas We boys and girls make Day. saw papa go your room before package mailing it— the to open down by side for long, long time, and Independent. N. Y. —Carlotta Perry, in your a it again—for intending close I to he kissed gently. saw you very with properly “He had his and letter him, been stamped and it had your pansy thinking You I knew he of too. was me, so CHRISTMAS RIVAL. This is what I read aloud MY sealed. to Heaven, little wish to know all about my one. what I read myself, and between more and You shall, by by, better than I tell can you. drowsy smile o’ercame Somehow, just then the for lines is sacred to the too repeat: me But I'll tell this it is beautiful much, that more little girl and live in than all the stories I used to tell God:—l I pretty “Dear you. am a chin; dimple midway of her The restless - HAT if this think it little BOY.” Nursie everybody knows Don’t about much, year WAS Philadelphia. too “WHEN 1 A my one, says - moist finger quenched hazel And sleep’s the should be is, play have Heaven where Philadelphia of do. I'm but pretty where my you a you so course you flame . last! write and Nursie little well, it to too are. very says in. jealously hedge Her curling lashes b’longin’ their anythin’ touched to took book looking Bertha and began never That e’er another a since long time she went school, “I always happy and not be has been to must a am so you thoughts divine; How is, her slumber sweet my which with see!” grandfathers; shall pictures. will at thought wouldn’t have much sad for It not be long before now you she year come but you me. we are some My pilgrimage marched in reading writing, is going again. I think will Jack she all together observation trouble her have on knowing out so papa athwart I'm lock said Jack, puffing yellow love strays “Bertha! Bertha!” sure a earth be past She she will write time with in days. do it for to play few just to you me. says more a Bertha. shine followed by The if it sought library, coverlet, to of the as in efforts his himself his make out to And I asleep with her heart. Close happy beating of to the remarkable something after But ‘growly;’ supper voice “don’t think in 1 the tomb you you something happened; oh, remarkable very helpin’ mother ’stid o’ better be Toowcll I know your She dreams—but of go not me. It be I may so. can the manly Jack, like indeed! little soul; I Whose sordid lookin’ foolish pictures? When image her at sways not tell. Grandpa fellow he went to gentleman, this favored beau, little A stalwart somethin’ was, up boy there always The future gives secret out. was was a no whole. and the said: Not rather stout and Wyman upon young, What is be she guards to full well useful did by children.” be Christmas Tree. The By H. C. Dodge. to The winters’ frost. His hath white of head many but Bertha I’m And leaves still “Grandpa, the searcher in doubt. very sorry, marked of whined is “Mamma doesn't me,” His beard is hoar, his brow tvant Christmas with spectacles play and I took to I j your z z time; But I know not, therefore, I as Bertha. of broke the and I this afternoon, Tree in one is Will But, good stead of he has lost, tho’ this in should act be graces now as year “Why don't sit straight?” you up it have think ’ll || is sublime. I || The The of glasses out. last beneath beauty his treasure the sky papa sunny homes a-bloom all little Jack; “you’ll the again quoted get That e’er kind Heaven shall give to if ask him to.” mended I me. gifts of him In fact, I had worthy some first thing round shoul'ers the you with the brightest beauty swallowed hard, Wyman Grandpa With sympathy heart shall beat mind; passed beyond Myself, in days my not my I boy it the know; when was a was comfortingly: For then said, God has made, creature ’Tis his looks somewhat every kindness It true now fairest. and propily, sit in fashion not that to And love up little dear, accidents divinely to “Never mind, sweet, dim, man, my x z | x Each style.” moment shall breast crooky x fiHeth the air with pervade. do, find— often I As bygone favors my doing I remember will happen. they give Yet this Christmas me pause, eve on Jack's Bertha giggled voice and at when I thing much the was Revenge once its piney perfume, and hatred same shall not find or triumph survive. I his And lend to , me grace z z expression. “crooky” grandpa Within being hide; little matter, boy; to my room no so Claus, a friend Santa Reign her in over peace, beareth fruit richest and malice, And poison of the mind, « “You he cried, all.” laugh miss!” at when she at doesn't She'll flout claims next year me, care your || || Condemned with abide. serpents to is five. wonder almost Its a-sparkle, dropping for little of rarest. his growly voice Jack's look utter tapers, a McGlasson. Wilder —Eva Each day shall duty done, ask forget himself, and “Why, grandpa see of pretended I made some scream anger. shining faces their happiest are rays on Some act of unselfishness; pure staring did disrespec’ in all what earth he such the child was on never see my And everywhere feet shall my run around it, and children’s in time, checked the impulse life, When 7 boy but he never! at, my was a To help brother in distress. a hearty, Jack's head off shoul’- mother'd and the moment x took next voices s relieved: ringing its sweet a my my | are Tho’ to many years may come me, grandpa,” thank if I laughed in anybody's face; but, “Oh, you, ers O, and they right Like praise, merrily those numbered with the past, now comfortable. there! chil’ren isn't what they used him feel made to very A priceless this pearl shall be one The it. dear little brought sound baby is laid w. Wyman Grandpa been!” That night As tho’, indeed, it last. were my making resolves, —G.W. Ocean. Crofts, in Inter time awake long again. Bertha giggled Christmas its first a in of pleasures, to see very j s j z z winter before the and day there came a “Tain’t fair keep laughing,” to complained clapping and, crowing and hands glee, in its ~ CHRISTMAS wee CONFIDENCES. passing the when, on was over Jack. || || folks, overheard few it full of The he grabs the old door, tree treasures. at remarks, a nursery ’xactly like “Well, do talk ‘‘What lot of things Santa Claus you so a feel which made him very the joy than made all and beaming with love, grandpa,” said Bertha, “and act like brings into the young, more house,” mused little a for made the resolves had thankful he laugh him. I’ll not but try to too; fellow, “since father failed in business.” any children knowing, while are had kept them. too. and the I v | new year, z z more.” Christmas flattens fat out many a grandpa and, just Jack talking, rejoicing, angels, sing anthems above as was book and She down the began put T funnj wallet. a caught these || door, he || the opposite was that On with for gladness flowing. looking Jack, swinging foot tears laughs at a! one as are Santa Claus forgets e all the bad things words: chair. she in the library sat great do. one, s me Wyman Grandpa this beautiful tree gifts straight from the heart, , really love “Ho! I we are I z z for a “Is it nec'sary for keep that to >son you forever! but I he'll live is I hope It bad boy who ties his tin a now; new father children, *“ from children and mother—from to parents to Bul foot a-wagglin’?” Jack. “'Tain't andpa! asked wish so.” rattle z to the dog’s tail. didn’t to || use || en—life is a which hail! mannerly for child sit a-swingin’ memories nothing smother. All to impart sweet a changed him so?” ever can wonder what “I The destructive boy who pokes hole a school foot right before eat her When my eyes. like voice “he in Bertha's Tree of Christmas! that sparkles with affection with and bends love his seems in drum ; won’t his neighbors. came annoy I foots d boy made walk to anc men was a were What nice little story grandpa. a new The bad boy a who doesn’t good rejoice, unsparing; well the glad angels who watch from above grow may the pupils, and long - swing about.” not to as women as on, are night about the last he told that was us Christmas at is bej’ond hope in all this learned. live there lessons be to “Please, I boy,” said I I I ■ we are he boy.” for coasted when h never was they a t was a world. way y Grandpa unfortunate Wyman Bertha. very was a he when ’bout “It’s jolly hear to 9 was \~7 ? The cute boy always looks to if ioythey ’ see forgotten old because he had o r, o man face awful with Jack’s sudden said Jack. Then little nowadays,” boy grew a there is hole in his stocking \ \ before J a something. he had forgotten And what -O- 6 wrath. “I Bertha's remark: he repeated -O- wonder are hanging it up. something which old people ought was so?” “I grandpa changed “Did I hear ears?” he what own my exclaimed; , “It kind of Mr. Lavish to always and remember, was very to that V / \ was little in his droll, imcgitly think,” added, shall he “I to way, 0 go ° your take girls for two sleigh ride,” out that he when he behaved my a was young Wyman mother and ask her does she ’low “that the old Grandpa out run you philosophized the butcher, “but I wish much like child, and childish /_\ 4- very very a a in, the speak When I the door when to to me? year came new sarsy was a he given had the dollars the ten child me that. at in!” Wyman boy, who spoke and Grandpa that to run new anyone way a sleigh of his bill.” cost account meat he on But when seventy was now, years Wyman hall Grandpa grandfather in the the bed Out got put to and kept new a —Christmas J udge. old, Grandpa Wyman seemed to expect softly himself: for week!” said there PEACE to a that his grandson Jack, aged eight little “That’s just about it, _____ Jack started prodigious _______ stride my own I on a I THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. would well behave and know years, as the old GOOD made ON EARTH AND WILL TO MEN. Jack! You and Bertha toward the door, but had taken but a almost his much father; and that as as he himself that ashamed of grandpa he tripped step two, when the so or on Bertha, aged industrious ten, would be as the old did bid himself good-by long dressing and fell headlong. year as gown and almost quiet her as as the and when went out, Nursie is At “I glad know that good this, both broke into loud to laugh, new year came I and this is what was so so what tell her I to, want to a mother; but day Bertha and Jack, one kiss Pet little Wyman to Give her for Grandpa believe in I really a me. your you. Grandpa Wyman, but behind the say: new a curtain, and Jack in particular, taught Grandpa kittens for I told all this last too. to me, papa who has with it—one made sign. When Jack sense last “My died and came I want to never a mamma year will write it for night in his dreams and he out Wyman useful lesson. a very he when enough remember that talk with her much that I thought could to he threw aside the dressing so got was you and happy days and up Pleasant dreams a me. It just before New Year's day, and give her this letter was find her from me. much the little boy he precious darling. Your but the spectacles, to his same Christmas to real very a was merry my gown, is “I hope it won’t trouble much, if and know, the time and that, great you you you Mamma.” loving angel, nowadays.” little boys distress, had lost of the glasses. are as one will do it I will be good little try to girl a very for making resolves, but Grandpa Wyman The world looked strangely different deserves And Grandpa Wyman a compliment, night. “Oh, dear me! here's and Good-by. o’the glasses prayers every say my one hadn't thought of making any resolves; day. I seemed find to the next to is wise old for it “Mary.” rue man the a very o’ wailed; out specs,” he “what think he seemed he to was sunshine in unexpected places. Faces a simple lesson.—Mrs. well plain, who learns “My Dear Little Mamma:—l wonder if shall I do?” so a you ever good old pretty and he really which before blank lighted man, was, know Sometimes how much 1 miss you? A. Cheever, in Christian Harriet very very, were now “Never said mind,” Bertha, cheerily, but old determine think hear calling too to I I and I we are never you meaning. me, run with Work. at up “tell grandpa the truth about it—that’s everything there to to but do better in see, coming your room to than crippled I handed newsboy a year we my a quarter all.” is still. Then I back little to come my room done in family have the in little girl up-town past. —One evening for and forgot to an my paper and have all by myself. I told Nursie today a cry “Oh, but he’ll scold until head'll Well, this afternoon, inquired of just New my her mother before anxiously for hurried the change. I home at stop how much I wanted and talk to to see you little Jack. ache,” said Bertha,” “1 Year’s day, Grandpa say, thought Wyman if she Santa had Christmas something with lighter heart, for she had in her night carried I for I gone eve you. guess eye a added, he soberly, “what do library she wiped time with the of the it long her to find dining-room, you in the to book, suppose would corner and when Claus a in pocket letter mamma's Mary. to a go as my and through makes grandpa when she she asked cross?” apron, was he found it so the him in her letter she told dark he she had After dinner I gathered household room was so my nice write if it wouldn’t be letter, to me you a grandpas “I always are,” went behind she afraid Santa curtain and the wanted dolly to read guess together in the library. With Mary in returned was a moment, a it. this is the she fixed way so • Bertha. and while old and think she did her he reading Bertha would lap I read her to the letter from one was see my “She said I must write little letter God to a Jack doll and said finally hid her “No they ain’t,” Jack. need She into the library. The “Harry not A breath from Heaven filled came one. find and and ask Him give to this letter mamma. you you children and Swan's lives and covered it generally got grandpa that basket not allowed in from So told God I to with I would be hearts and home that night. It were up, was me. a a very a our was good little girl and night, play old Santa when all; him, and he he's ‘she fooled say my prayers every there at but this afternoon the just elegant; had tells Christmas and has seemed a home says sure eve, our and you'll this. I get It long so guess seems so stocking furnace stories found in her fire him and takes him walk, dolly got rather low and the Heaven to and like to all of since. was new more us ever Everybody told since I you, mamma. saw me —Utica ’xplains things beautifully morning Observer picnic!—Life. they Christmas this is cool; said if they Mouse —Well, —J. H. MacKendree, in Phila. Press. nursery as a so mamma was go used it, and would by by, but I don’t. I get to