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OALVEgTON DAILY SUNDAY. DECEMBER 18, IQOfc, Happened to Tim By J. HtmilUn, Author of "A FUth of Youth," Etc. lone-bidden fount of tenderness. No, coujd not abandon It to fata! CBAI HIS RAILWAY JOURNBT.

There wu no doubt about it--Tim Gal- kaihan waa decidedly drunk. In Whtakeyopolls--or dear, dirty Dublin, if you prefer to call It Bo-there la a copious vocabulary of tei'mi to describe the various fltagaa of drunkenness, beginning at the. nUld formula, "he has drink taken," and going upwards by an ascending scale, till you arrive at the culmination, 1. "blind." Now Tim -was not exactly "blind," but he was well qualified to take his place In a police cell aa "drunk and Incapable." It not. however.

In a police cell that he found hlmBQlf ono Baturdy evening in July, but In a third-class smoking compartment of Southwestern Railway' Company (Ireland), traveling from Klngsbrjdge to Xnockbeg. Into this compartment he had eomehuw been hustled or pushed by his friends, and he remembered nothing until he within a quiu-ter of an hour of his destination, when he gradually awoke to the fact thjft he was alone in the carriage, and that in his arms had been mysteriously deposited a baby--a real live baby! Yes, thero It was, wrapped In an old gray and breathing as calmly and regularly as if it had been in a lace-trimmed bassinette of the beat quality. Tim drowsily rubbed his eyes. Could he ho dreaming? Could the fairies be spiriting him awuy down to one of their underground there to work their wicked will on him? But no, everything seemed quite of earth, Long trails of feathery smoke new along by the window, the engine shrieked as it shot info a tunnol, the journey Vas pursuing Its accustomed course, but still, there was this extraordinary baby, thrusting its clenched fists Into Its eyes, and sometimes gazing Into Tim's broad, red face, as much as to say, "What of a man are you?" Tim did not at all like this inspection on the part of the baby, he was strongly Inclined to throw the objectionable Infant out of tho window, but tho window was closed, and he dull and stupid from his recent debauch to open It, so he lot tho child be. He felt dimly conscious that he was not an attractive object.

Though It was wore a thick frieze coat, torn In several places; a soiled greon tie half covered the front of his dirty shirt, his beard of two days' growth was stubbly and dust y. his eyes were dull from drink, and it 4Mb Meanwhile his sister, Maggie. WES waiting at the gate of the farmyard, or haggard aa shu called it, for his return. She was a stout, good-humored, middle-aged woman, who had retrained single for her brother's sake. She wore a tweed- cap, rakishly perched on the aicn or her head, which was thickly covered with bushy, gray hair.

Her. ample figure wail fully displayed by a pink calico blouse short blue skirt Her neighbor, Mary Moriarlty, who had Just looked In to keep her company, wan itand- 1ns beside her. 'lVt late Tim Is this ev'nlng, Maggie," she remarked. "Oh, he'U btt soon. I'm not unaisy about "It's the good sister ye are to him.

It's not many 'ud be bothered wid' the likes ov him, so cross and" contralry. Sure, he's a heavy handful to yerself, Maggie, more betoken whin he has a dhrop in him. and that's not wanst, no, nor in the week." "Ye'd betther riol be spakin 1 agin my own flesh and blood, Mary Morlarty, or I'll give yp more nor ye bargain for." "Well, it's you that are the good slsther, and he that set on his money that he'd skin a flea for its hide and tallow, Iveryone knows that." "Ye'd betther be goln 1 home, I'm thlnkln'," remarked Maggie, with asperity. "Ye ought to be lookin' afther yer own little poor-sperrlted mouse of a husband, that aaren call his soul his own, ye have him so subjected to ye. Yc've no call to be faultin' and makin' allegations agin me brother, often stud to ye whin ye wanted a friend." I farm, auction bills wrere where, on rates and doors.

The day following--It would be Christmas Eve--he and poor faithful -Maggie would have'to turn, away train their old 'home, and seek shelter in the Anucli-Ureuded poorhouse. Maggie, wrinkled and weather-beaten, with bleached back, hod little In common witn the cheery, woman that she had been on the memorable night when she had welcomed the unexpected baby to Derrybawn. As sho poked up the blackened sods of turf, she called querulously: Ah, Tim, why don't ye come in out ov thei cowid? Sure, yo'll git yer death, flian. the. good of standln" out in't things a bit "I know, I know," answered Tim.

wearily. Lave me alone, woman!" were note, notes. was Knockbeg, and now a ntw "thought came to hlm-hls money-- he mjist take -a 1 was alst) a Jw to to behold it, nothing except life was quite as precious to him. And he had hadK good haul the day before, for a Liverpool cattle des.lcr had paid down for eight prime beasts that Tim had brought up from Tipperary. He had wrapped up the notes In piece of newspaper, one hundred pound fifty, and ten greasy pound He- knew the feel of them, even though It was getting dark.

But when he put his hand into his waistcoat pocket whut wns his dismay to meet nothing but emptiness! The notes were gone, irrevocably gone! Dive as he might he could grasp nothing! "I'm robbed! I'm robbed!" ho 'shrieked The words had barely left his lips when the train came to a standstill, and a railway porter, with a lighted lantern in one hand looked Into the carriage. that ye'ro bawlin' he cried, angrily. "If it's for Knockber.ye" ako haste and git out. We can't k'ape the train waitiu on ye." "They've robbed me, they've robb-d me!" repeated Tim, whose face -was now wet with perspiration and "They've Jpok my hard-earnod money, bad luck to tlum. Glory be to goodness!" exclaimed 1 If it isn't himself that's comin' up the boreen (lane), and he with a bundle tucked up to him, for all the world like a new-born babby." Mary would fain have remained to see the progress of events, but Maggie sternly remarked: time for you to back In yer own place, and lave honest people to thimselves.

we don't want the like of pryln' and nosin 1 about, so be off wTd yez!" Mary had no other course, left but to obey, though as she went eheturned curlffus glances behind her, to see what was happening. By Tim's unsteady gait, It was easy to tell that he had been imbibing too freely, and, what about that mysterious bundle ttAt he was Mrs. Morlarty determined to find that out somehow or other. Meanwhile, long-suffering Maggie watched her brother come unsteadily, up to the It's late ye are, Tim; and "what's that je're carrying' "Ye; may well ask," muttered Tim; "hers, take it and have done with it!" "Why, it's a less!" exclaimed JJaggie, the shawl. "Js'It a boy "How the divil should I Tim.

wrathfully. "I've had no traffic -with children, no, nor niver mane to have. wan was left.on me by some dirty thafe of the world that stole me money, tne good money that I only got 'ere yesterday." "Well ye have enough, widout It, ye should have took betther tare ov It whin ye had it, but the whisky always has ye disthracted." It lazily: lead ln was ray ana hopeless. As Tim looked out, a dim remembrance of that June evening when he had brought back Hie baby crept Into hia dulled lenses. rough face softened, the hard lines went out of It, and he muttered: ho-i tnl nkln of poor Prancie.

3od grant bes not In as bad case as we are! It's a Isn1 it 'oi lWe had word ot nlm now I IB, sure enough, more nor five years SS 81 was from 'Morlky that he wrote last; he was just goin' to lave the place he was in. Only for that same, I'd have written him, and tould him the Way we wo" in lnC It's he that had the Maggie stooped again over the turf fire, JS, a X', ng lm lhose long thoughts 11 of his-thoughts of his lost youth, of his if his "contrariness" with for drink, and of thc which had looked up blank to Tim, but the was almost a past, he lived If l' 1 J'7' was tne stream where he ihfn? P' nkeena with a crooked pin, Init-SJF 08 boreen long which Sad 'herTM 3 wai ba from school, and Men's Shoes "Hanan," the best on earth, 15 styles, all shuptsi'that includes the latat-JSooand "Walkover" Celebrated Shoes, styles, all leathers, at $3.50 "Monarch," what lots bf people tell us is the best they ever had, CO 25 styles, at "Queen," another well known make, in 10 styles, kid and cordovan, at IjlUi 1 "John Meiei" Celebrated. Workingmen's Shoes, 10 styles, at $2.50 and Big line of Kid and Box Calf, Solid Leather Shoes, at $2.50 Boys' Shoes Lium esuHuui. ana the ate against which he and Btrl leaned'when each oU)er goodbye TM TM S. bad "Sure, she's that slnsible she know's we're fng Maesie brus wlth tno of her pr "but anyway, I've got a home 1 have ''o als to see now notice up the not yerself.

can smeu the Tim, meekly. don't be baby and go--" "My baby," shonled Tim. Ye' UD vcr "It's no baby minutes ago! "Well, It's In yer anywny. rant lave 'it in tho carriage all alone or be taken up for child murther. Here Al i the stalwart porter lifted Tim.

bodily, baby and all, nnc! safelv deposited tnu double burden, on the platform. The next minute the train had gone on. Tho porter, Mike DempBe, by name, wiped his hot brows and looked round quite satisfied with his exploit. Not so Tim Gal- lagnan; he shouted, ho swore, he raged till "Thim as took me money," he roared "left that baby, but rn be revinged; I'li throw it In the nearest ditch 3 i ou won for you be hrled for life, Iveryone saw the baby wld ye" tell ye, I don't know a ha'porth about I TM a a had no "It's time fer yc to begin. Mr.

Galia- Khan remarked Mike, archly. "There's rothin- like laving' to fortune bo- I six of thim. and another-" 11,1 011 1 nv roared Tim: "d'vn Ihlnk 1 be bothernl listonin' to the like of yc. and me just nf-fher loshv more monev than yc. ivcr laid yer eyes on in yer life or iver will, ayther." "Jc'd betther sind a wire to Dublin.

Mr Uallaghan, about It." "I don't want you to. he tellin' me what to dp, answered Tjm, who had now arrived at the irritable stage of His drunkenness. Ho stumbled towards-the gate on his wav jut. leaving the objectionable baby him on a bench, but the porter, with the dextmty of an experienced paterfamilias, raiight it up and literally tossed it into tho cnttlt. dealer's arms.

Tim was obliged sorely against thc grain, to take it. for the jiorter nad disappeared into a side door "Only that It'sSSiiturnay night I'd take It lo thu poorhouso this i shouted Jim: -but go it shall the flrst thing Monday morning!" "Ye- wouldn't have thc heart. Mr. Galla- Khan remarked an old woman with a shawl over her head, who was waiting for the next train. I.

just:" ho retrfrted. "No, sure isn't thc weeny crather snuff- Klin lip to yc just as if yu wor its father' Eht ov thmks I mcv to the ii.ivil!" cried Tim. "Didn't ve a fflo fiay don know a ha-porth about no tellin'--" -ing names. "My! my! but I i game child? Dye ece how it caught my hand that time? And, Tim. there's no denying that 'tis tho living pictur of yerself--as like ye as two pays, so it is!" "Go to the mischief!" shouted Tim.

"Sure, what call have I to the dirty little brat? The flrst thing Monday mornin' I'll sind It off to the poor house." "Yo'll do no such thing, Tim. In the name of God, we'll keep It now we have it. If slnt it all yer luck 'ud go wld "It's not much luck it brought me, anyway. Haven't I lost my money?" There's things In the world nor money." observed Maggie. "And d'ye sc-e tho weeny darllnt has a bottlle tied rounc its neck.

Sure it's parched wld tn- drouth it must be, no wondher It lets a cry. best ov new milk It shall have, and you'll see if it won't be a credit to yc." Tim growled, but Maggie went on triumphantly. e'H Wver miss the bit and sup-th child 11 take, Tim. Te have full and plint: for it; and if ye turn it out of doors, I'i BO, too! Thc tlme'll come whin ye'll ties; 'ho day ye lost the money and got thi child. i Monday morning came, but the baby remained it It soon became thc prime attraction of the house, and all the neighbors, from and near came to in- it, and to speculate as to its probable parentage.

Maggie spent all her leisure time Ing ovor It and fondling It. She hunted out a crazy old cradle from a dusty garret, which fitted thc baby exactly. Mildewed: infant garments, worn by Tim forty-3ve years before, now did duty again for the little stranger. But whenever the suggestion was made In a hearing that the baby should be called Timothy, after him, a storm of rage, accompanied by fierce imprecations to the effect that "he had no call to the babhy, and he only-wished he was shut of it," was certain to follow. All the same, when he was left alone with the child he often laid down -his blackened pipe and stared at the small' baby face, with the keen blue eyes that eeemed to know so much.

"I b'loeve 'tis a fairy child." he mutt-Bred. Its safest to lave it alone." A name the child must have, and Maggie who was nothing if not religious, called In the aid of Father Doyle, ihe parish urlest to consull on the matter. knew a child," he remarked, "that was called 'Hole In the nnd the name was a torment to him all his life As this child was found in a train, sup pose we give him the name of Train anc foi- his Christian name--let me see, has he shown any tastes MS yet? Is he fond animals, beasts, birds or-fishes?" "If you please, yer rivirence," cried Moggie, "he's death on the birds Whm he sees the rooks flyin' off to the trees bcyant ye'd think he'd lep out ov me arms.after thim, so ye would!" "Well, then, I'll give him the name of Francis, after tho great St. Franci? d'As- sisi, who called the sparrows his sisters and oven preached sermon tc them. -Perhaps this child'll do the same by the rooks So the mysterious baby wont by thc name of Francis Train, which called for no remark from strangers.

In thc pure country air little Francis grew up strong, tali and handsome. "I tould ye, Tim. he'd be a credit to us cried Maggie, "and so he is! There's not the like ov him In the whole ov tho country round." One day when Francis was about 12 years old he returned from school almost In tears--tears that he struggled hard to keen down. "Arrah, what ails ye, my son?" inquired Mncrgle. "Sure, Aunt Maggie, thev Maggie hobbled about from tha round cab to th chest of drawers, and from the to.

the clock against the she a part of her life; she remembered a unjoin LHO or nis past In tht days, when the blessed ChrletSw was ov W01 be homeless, wfth ree jver, uuiiieless, with all Best Patent Kid, welt soles, sizes 6, Best Box Calf and kid weh soles, sizes to si, Best McKay Sewed Boot Calf I and kid, sizes 2j to si, at Genuine Box Calf and Kidj sizes I to sJ, Little Gents'Patent Kid, welt soles, sizes 10 to ij Little Gents' Box Calf and Kid, sizes loto 13 $3.08 $2.58 $2.88 $1.50 $2.08 $1.58 CHRISTMAS GIFTS That are useful, comfortable and durable, Thii is (he place you gtt the largest selection, best makes and low ett spot cash we do no credit, A Holiday Slippers For the Men Folks Genuine Alligator Leather Opera Slippers (like cut), at. 8 styles Fine Vici Kid and Imitation Seal, tan and black, kid lined, it. ib styles, in tan and black, Vici Kid Opera Slippers (like cut), A4 rn at $1.35 and 4 styles in best quality Black Felt Slippers', Romeo and Opera cuts, at $1.50 and For the Lady Folks Best quality Felt Fur Trimmed Romeo (like cut), wine, brown and black, at Next quality in Felt, Fur Trimmed Romeo (like cut), red, brown andbladJc, aty Black Felt Romeo (like cut), at Ladies' Plain Felt Slippers, Socto Children's Red Felt Romeo (like cut), STORE OPEN EVENINGS UNTIL CHRISTMAS. NEXT TO Women's Shoes 'Hanan," the best, in plain and patent kid, extension soles, 10 styles, at Wichert Gardiner's Fine Shoes, 12 styles, in turn and welt soles, fine fitters and good wearers, at fs.oo Our "Empress," IJ styles, in plain and patent kid, all shapes, torn and welt toles, Our "Gem," 10 plain and patent kid, light and heavy soles, Our "Extra Value," 12 styles, best vici kid, light and heavy soles, fit flfl well and wear well, at 7 styles in vici kid, solid leather Shoes, light and heavy soles, at Children's Shoes 3est Vici KM, writ soles, sizes 6 to 8, 81 to ii, 1.50; I imitation welt soles, best vici kid, light and' heavy soles, sires 6 to 8, 81.00' i to 11, 1.25; JM PA 1,58 Good Vici Kid, light snd heavy soles, izes 6 to 8, 8i to fl-f AP a Christmas R.acy Reading. "Sure you know me! wh 0k Up a tell me he cried; "you can't ia te wifh At the word "Francie" to the door.

No bdck Masgle Ul tu --jr. JNO doubt, -no Questioning in her eager cry, "Prancie, my boy, Francie" A you haven't come a day too soon 2 She threw her arms round his neck, blessing and rejoicing over him. But Tim took a chair, by the fire, his dull blue eyes gazlnS stupidly out on the field before the wffidow The rain was still falling-faning-fallinE slowly and persistently. lamng Francie turned eagerly toward the old "Uncle Tim, you needn't go out of vour ouse. Look here.

I have- enough-more than enough-to set you and Aunt Maecle on your feet again. For every ten pounds aBBe. ev bo savin' ye mild mut- ttmt I'm nobody's child; th.it I was found Tim. ns he. mnde.hl^way.ncroK, the In a train, that Uncle To riiirk road and turned Into the Held? that led i 71 Dl ry And the moon thin been veiled Hy sombre cloud slmni- out hrlRhtlv.

Th out the hour of 10. convent bell rung I HOW THE UAHY WAS RECEIVED. Tho fniKnim-o of newly-mown hny, of wild hedKO of menrlow sweet, was waded on Iho e.veulriK nlr. and wave forth their messapo pcare and Wesslnp. as only rountry thlnKs cun do.

Perhaps even Tim tlallriRhitn felt Komethlng of Ilielr InHnence. Ho some Idea of joslting the iinfor- Itiiuiin hnby under a thorn bush, bul old, Molly Delany had lold him wns true ho a the to do It. Thf bundle smiKKlrd np to i so closely. .10 ev, he felt It would he crime to jilutmlon It to Its fate. A i-nrtaln hiilf-forxotlen episode of youth rotwinnl to him with full force.

He re- me.mlM'ieil lliMt oiu'c, long ngo. girl had 'loved trusted him. and hc had lior up. unit flu- had died nwny from friends KiHt bonir. lie hftd sorrowed for hnr, more, I ho hud ever done for mortiil erentin'e, and now this Inw, MbHIlitoiieil waif Mernvd to anneal to Mm with a.

touch revealed that -'om lost a power money that same nlRht and--and that was thim ns owncrl me a from him. and he (II.runic! In It trulh at all they're a i lellln' me?" "Well, lllnnna. there's no rtcnylnR that It is thrnc. Anyway, It's thnic lhat tho money ivlnt and ycrself was but glory bo to goodness, ye're bctthcr nor money--aren't you the prklo ami ioy of our Hearts? Yls. yo are.

for. though himself sez nothfn', I know he seta gicat atoro by my son; and why wouldn't he? A belter boy nlver broke bread." Mapgle did her best to pour oil and halm Into her nurseling's wonmis, bill ho wns never qtiilo Iho same nflor lhat day. Ho Brew restless and Impatient to go out I the world, and years afterward he disappeared myM.firlously ns he had come MiiUMia fretted about him, but month afler immlh went by, anil sho heard noth- il)K- CIIAPTKK III. A CHRISTMAS STAR Or HOPE. Fifteen years hud nlowly ebbed awny.

Tim nnllaglinn. now a bent old man, with white Imlr i nlood at bin clonr one. December afternoon, looking tlnwn Ihr Things gone banlv him: hln entile had died, tho bunk In which lw hud InrentM lib imvlnipi hud fnilod, ho wan no longer to BO lo had tollowad by another. fella enMrel 0 re Isn he thl Itls ust wonderful," continued Francis "how things have prospered with me. Sure i a rlcn man "Aye, aye," chimed In Maggie "he's a coat jt on him fit for tho King, look at the fur "Look here, Uncle Tim," cried Francis kneeling down besldo the' old man "This Is the way it was about your money Hadn't you a little sister, AnnlefinatTent 'off with herself one fine day 'cause you wouldn't give her all she asked for? Well she XTM TMy "oth-r, and she wlnt from bad to 1 6 1111 he Baw you Slf'n' Into the train Si! i'? monc y.

and you drunk thought that money was her duo Thero was a Rleam of intelligence in Tim'i eyes as ho looked up, and said- 'So it was--it was! and fef' Cnd now illier they said I was liko'you, for amn't 11 your own flesh and "Yc arc! ye are!" cried MngKie enthusiast cally; "nnd 'twas the Lord himself that 9 less! Blessed bo to ills holy name!" WHATIDTBHCET. All the week this sound rings lo your ea- Wliatldyughet? It only heard -this time of year-- Whatldyugftet? It spoken by both old and yovmc. From all directions it is flung; In every land on earth it's sum-Oh, whatidyughet? Another sound, like unto Thankysamctuhyir! Though hard you try; you can not miss-- Thankysametuhyu! It comes you do not know from where, It seems to permeate the air; You say the words yourself and stare-- Thankysametuhyu! Ills Mother-la-Law. Saunders' wife Is a trifle jealous, and he played a little joke, on her at Christmas which gave her a sharp lesson. He was Ii need of an umbrella, and on Christmas Bvi he arrived home from the office carrying a new umberstick.

"Been treating yourself, I see," sniffed Mrs. "Tour lady friends have completely forgotten you since you married." "Not at all," replied Saunders, gaily "This is a present from an old lady frlenc of mine." "Oh, and who Is the lady friend?" said his wife. "She must know you very intimately--too much so, I fear, when can hit so exactly what you want." "Yes, my dear," returned he, shortly. "Who is she?" demanded Mrs. angrily.

"Who is the shameless hussy who dares to insult me by Inquiring into the way I manage your wardrobe?" "My mother-in-law," waa the sharp rejoinder. Under the Mistletoe. Gertie (who had just been kissed by AT. thur under the mistletoe, which he had discovered hanging in the hall)--Ob, Arthur, you wicked wretch! to take advantage of me like that! I wish I knew who hung It there; I'd pay them out, that's all! Arthur (to little brother, later on in the evening)-Tommy. I am going to take Gertie away from you you mlndV Tommy- Net In the least, Mr.

Popp. Sis and I are not friends now, Arthur--How's that? Tommy (heedless of Gertie's killing glances)--Oh. she boxed my cars for tipping her off the chair she was nailing up that mistletoe In the hall! Father's Christmas Present. Clara (arranging the Christmas presents) --We'll put tho pearl necklace for mother here. Dora--And Mabel's, diamond earrings here.

Cora--And George's gold watch here. Dora--And Edith's diamond bracelets--what shall we do with them? Clara--Lay them on tho piano alongside of the Christmas card for father. Thc Happiest Moment. "What was the happiest moment of your life, dear?" she asked. "It was when you i "Piled.

She" sighed, and permitted her cheek to rent against his breast for a long time. Then she Harry, do Vou remember that- diatond ring we looked at in Blazem's? I was there 25? a 1 9 they hiul il stm Wh iplendld Cnrlltmas present It would make." er h0 ad rea TMed the next room he whispered to himself: "That's always the way. Never told a lie In without havlnt immediate cause to be sorry for ii. Hlauelt. you kindly let me see inS -I mean the wont-looking neckties you have in stock? 26c- thSe hy theSe here two or Mr Jones-Oh.

I don't want to buy; I want to know the worst. I want to prepare myself for the shock of my wife's present; toaHs all, thank you aid Mrs. Smallface to ha PUt you lnto "I think, Charlie," soon not till after Christmas, ma." "Why not?" "Oh, because, you know, ma, I shall have to go into short stockings, and they don't hold much, 0lly (1 hI 1 a very blg air ot stock- Ings at hosicfs)-Oh, mamma, thcso )-Oh, stockings will just suit me. mamma, these Why tbey a Dolly-Yes, but you know Christmas is' coming on. "ri eoI to han IJ yonr stocking on Christmas Eve? asked the boy's uncle patronizingly.

"I suppose so," answered the boy still more patronizingly. "Father and mother to expect that sort of thing, and It would bo a pity to disappoint them!" Mr. Sophltc-Well. Willie, your sister 'has herself to me for a Christmas pres- 'i what do you think of that?" WIUIe-Huh! That's what she done for Br wn Ia year an he KCV her back before Easter; I bet you'll do the same. TM cm.

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"Have a cigar, eld I've gi "What's tho Idea In that? a i 1 1 man?" iven up smoking till She ne'er again will speak to him- This stupid youth so bland. She stood beneath the mistletoe-Ho merely shook her hand! Clara-- Oh, Clarence, I must have this ovcly fur collar Give It to me aa a Christ- IHS present. FJf re nc AI llt 3ut remember this is the fifth Christmas present I've iven you since August. as Hans, and if ho was too bashful tell of his lovo she must devise some plan A QUAINT LITTLE CHRISTMAS I to set the trouble straight, and make them all I'lm? 'twas nadc man ov ini: yon Aunt so yon did STORY. rourlns ho mut- "God be with you, l-'rancio, bov creci, "ye've saved us!" What niniu-r a tho rain was falling hat the a i weio covered with mist i 1 thill (hero were no callle In the cmi.iy tails; here wns a burst of sunshine, hero va.H In' tho clouds-ii promise of ic tor tilings that made Clirlslmus appear lime of double rejoicing! Sure, Frnncle.

Ivcr ami nlwnya bronchi along wld him." Mngilr' she look Iho ticket off Ihe clock "Isn't thero'minielhln' nliout losln' vor money and a yer imwl," inuiioro'il 'I b'loovo that's what 'pinm-lo did for roc." "Well, Cbrlslma wo'11 o'll hnvc. hearts i an.vw.iy." us nhe look Cushbavm hor lap, If I kill Ihe of 1" my 1,0 ov a turkey, ll'n no malthori" tains out clesrly fiitA rky, nnd behind them i star ot Iloin and Pouco. lnM Ihe duUi brlnht It was Christmas Eve In Holland, and tho ninety-nine lltlle belly rang out their merr.v chime, and the old century bell tolled a deep, full chime- t-o finish the Christmas son.i. Tho clouds scurried away and tho slars twinkled Joyously, and all the world glad--but Hans was sorrowful. Hans wns a tutor In tho family of a Dutch rector, nnd ho had found his work very pleasant; tho children nil loved him, nnd they v.Tro bright to learn, but thero was Grctchen.

Hans met Grotchen. tho rector's pretty Chrlstniss day, a year before, ho became tutor In her father's family, and now another yf-nr had gone, and still ho doro not tell Oretehcn of his love. Ho fonvrd It would returned, and so ho Kepi his secret closo In his heart, or supposed he -had, but he was mistaken. Orclehon very dearly, anil knew ho cared as much for her, but sho was proud, and would not help him any way to say wlml ho wished to say, and what she wns moat anxious to hear; Hho grow sad and almost in. nnd poor Hans wan UK miserable an hn could be.

The good roclgr nnd Ills wlfo MW h.iw inalKrn ntooil, nnd they decided that thlnit munt dor.o about It. so mother talked her, nnd told her It wu rliht tlmt int a man That afternoon Gretchcn was left alone; th'e children had gone with Hans to gather i nvetgrecns to decorate thc for I Chrlslmas, anc! her father and molher wero out on deeds of mercy to tho poor. She took her pan of sputa to pare, and sat bcforo tho lire, but her fingers would not work, nnd sho put thu dish upon tho floor, and lei her thoughts wander ns they would, and, of course, they wandered to Hans; sho thought and thought, and soon tho tea kottlo seemed to sing her a song: "Glvo yourself to Hans for a Christmas gift, give yourself, glvo joursclf," but how could she You know, of course, that wo got our Christmas from Ihe Dutch, nnd that Kl. IMeholas Is nn of theirs bill In s-imo way wo have changed things, and hang up our stockings, while, the peo- lilo of Holland and Germany set out shoo of somo kind, and put In It grain for St I norso, and in return ho leaves them gifts of lovo. Hans nnd the children hnd returned and he wns hilplnic Iheni to some pr-llv shoes of elolh to offn- lev Nleli while Clrclchcn mil by wiitolilnn.

Ilo Mt norynns. and no ono need wonder a Ihev ft rf 1 1 1 11 11 "1m whon they saw that he nif111 0 InnXoO more like heart i a know why .11 blunder, and sh'e Rlt both anil Ron-y, HIK! io smooth tho matter over ns host sho could. Hhe said must set out vour 'ISi "nil will 1 mil Ol ml'nn." L.i."' Bm (0 Hl-otehop," bul Iho chllilrun sll Innlsiod, lo pk.nsn inTM nrnmtinl. Ho whnn ho went lo that nlirht ho nincort lils slliinTH onisirtn his bedroom door, thlnklnf, 'U'crhnps Urotcli- HAD YOU THOUGHT OF A CLOCK? "There is no more acceptable gift. Our stock is splendidly provided in Clocks for the hall, fitted with chimes of remarkable-toned sweetness and carrying- power--for the dining room, parlor, boudoir-you will find assembled for your inspection Clocks of artistic design, fine detail, current styles, and, permit us to impress this: Attractive values.

Our prices are invariably elsewhere. JEWELERS en has planned some little gift for me, she must know how sad I am, and wishes I am not forBotlen at to let mo think Christinas time." When morning cnmo ha found that ho was as expectant ns child, and hurriedly opened thc door to see what SI. Nick had no and, what wns no slipper perhaps It was all a Joko, and he felt inoro sorrowful th.in licfore, and wished he had frnin (he rector's homo for i had not tried to please tho little people at I Sr Wnl 1 ln noise at tho door, anc everyone turned lo BCO who It coidd be 0 00 01 01 a "Morrv Ill sunshine In and roses in her i 1 eyes. full of but 1-ln and xtnpppil right In front of i raco was quite sober now, and lushes, nnd everyone understood himself, und Iho children cried Tho children were all vpry norry for Hrtnft, nil felt Kind tlint tho rector and wife did not offer their sympathy, und nlno that llrelchmi wns not tliero. fin felt foollnh iilul chlldlth, Hiid houi'llly wlnhcd Hint ho I urn afmlil you will think Hans a verv silly lover, ami not much like Mm ynuni mon of today; but you imiai remnmlwr Ililj Is an olt-llnio lovo uic, of n.

country different tlixn ours, am! I think It onjiS sbeut right, Joa?.