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UO) f'mtJt $JJ t.mmi THE EVENING STORY nor LITTLE STORIES FOR BEDTIME (Copyright by T. W. nnrtm.) Ml JERRY'S FEARS ARE ENDED THE COMEBACK CHRISTMAS his way. The woman had been right. lf had no business staring in at other folks" windows.

He did not belong He was an outsider one shut out on bringing mo apples, carrots such things. They certainly do good to me. sirce. they certainly do taste good to tn Sometimes the stranger came early In tho morning and some-time came late in tho afternoon. Always he left something for Jerry and Jerry was very grateful.

Those feast? raved him a lot of time and troublo Christmas wa in the vrry air a nM, crimpy air pungent with the odor Chri'tma rr i. and Chtbtmas tr-'cs for fale on tre-t corner. Brilliantly 1 f-lm'iV windows were re-ppi'Ti'lr-nt with Christmas displays Tr, bright pt.r'.;t3 were thronged with laughing, chatt'-ring Christmas frnwds rf whoppers. Everywhere was an abandon of carefree ha ppln-ss. a Christmas joyoussness of spirit such as tint lu-f'n year.

In a magie-maklng word. It was the Christmas sf-anon of 1919. The first truly real chHttmaa the war. For the hunting for food. It gave him more from home and children and the little Christmas tree.

He merely walked th streets of life On the other side of the railroad tracks was a large three story that excited Peter's curiosity and in spite of his unpleasant experience in I the block above aain he came to a halt before a brightly lighted window, lie could not help himself. It was so big and dazzling and colorful the second Christmas tree that had been i thrust unon his gaze that lonesome For a week Jerry Muskrat continued to find good things to eat at several of his favorite eating places, things of which he was very fond, and which had been put there by th stranger who visited the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool every day. At first, as you know, Jerry had been very suspicious. He had feared a trap at each of those places where the good things were. But he had femnd no trace of a trap, and by the end of the week he had ceased to think of traps at all- The result was that now Jerry thought of nothing but the good things to eat and scrambled up on the bank and the old leg which lay partly in the water, as carelessly as he had been in the habit of doing before the stranger appeared.

His one thought was to get those good thlnss the stranger so thoughtfully left there for him. No longer was he troubled by an uncomfortable suspicions. "I don't believe that this is the trapper of whom Billy Mink and Bobby Coon warned me," thought Jerry. "It must have been some one else who set those traps for Billy Mink. This is a friend.

I don't know why he takes so much interest in me and brings me all these good things and I don't care. I hope he'll keep right time to work on his house an mane ready for winter. Jerry had a feeling that the winter was going to bo a hard one, and he intended to be fully prepared for it. So he worked tutri making tho roof and walls of his house thicker than usual and making his tunnels In the banks of the, Smiling Pool so that no matter how hard the winter micht bo he would bo quite comfortable. Jerry so lost all fear cf that stranger that sometimes he would work when he knew that tho stranger was watching him.

However, ho always care to see -t hit the straacer bad no gun with him. Had th stranger had a gun Jerry. would at once have been suspicious and would have kept out of sight. As it. was.

bo would keep right on working until the stranger left and then hurry over tu see what he had left for him. Jerry was very happy and quite without fear. By BARBARA BURKE, Editor of Beauty Culture. Many school girls of high school age are very apt to make themselves look entirely beyond their years by the manner in which the hair is dressed. What could be more simple and (harming than two long braids, with no adornment, not even a ribbon bow.

and the hair parted just a little to one sile. It can be softly drawn over th9 temples, so that it is not too severe. Shows Head Line In this caie the hair should be let hang loosely occasionally, as it is better for the scalp. Two small barrettes may keep the short ond in place if necessary. The head line is very clearly shown In this style and the distinctive features are well brought out.

For Round Faces Mafalda (Fifth avenue etyle) Is best adapted to little girls under ten who have particularly round faces. It is a most dignified and refined style. The hair should be bobbed to cover the ears and the end3 curled up. Aftei; parting all the way round It should be drawn loosely over the top of the head drooping low la the center of the forehead and caught cn one side with a simple tortoise shell bar-rette. Ribbon Is Harmful On special occasions a pretty ribbon may be used, but it is not advisable or even healthful to wear It regularly.

Many headaches, sore scalp3 and other unnecessary troubles have been caused by the constant use of tight hair ribbons. Children are sometimes very irritable, their entire dispositions being affected by these unnecessary adornments. In any event, except on festival occasions, large ribbon bows are entirely too dressy end detract greatly from the predominating feature simplicity. U- i I 1 C2 i i v-. I ''-J I1 Vr-J i i i Woman Runs Safety Razor Export Trade More Women Want Justice And Progress Whatever may be the opinion of What does a woman know about Or what does sho the Georgia legislature concerning the safety razors? night.

Ho like last year's Christmas tree of happy memories in the ward of the base hospital in France, where lonesomeness had been unknown. Would another woman pull down the blind? Feter gave a little start and reddened. No. this time she had come out to the door to order him off. Put Instead of the expected reprimand the woman at the open door a gray haired woman with wonderful mother eyes gave him welcoming smile.

"Instead cf looking in, won't you come in?" "Put I I don't belong." faltered Peter In his embarrassment blurting out the thought uppermost in hi3 mfnd. "You do belong," she smiled. "This Is the neighborhood house, where every body belongs. We're having our children's Christmas tree tonight," she went brightly on, "because tomorrow night the young people have their Christmas dance, and on Christmas Eve there's to be a men's dinner." i Because he did not like to refuse awkwardly, self consciously, Teter followed her In. The room where the' big, dazzling, colorful Christmas tree stood was a large, high celling room, festooned in Christmas greens, its close rows of chairs brimming ever with excited-faced children and a scattering of grown ups, mostly women.

With difficulty young Wilson found a vacant seat. On the last row and too near a red hot stove for comfort. But It had one advantage. It was near the door. As soon as the "party" began he would slip quietly out.

But the party did not begin. Instead those In charge the white-haired woman with mother eyes and a tall blonde and little brunette, who seomed to be assistants flitted up and down the aisle, went nervously In and out the room, finally met In an anxious little group and talked together in lowered voices. Then, to his consternation, he saw that the three women were headed in his direction knew, felt Instinctively, that they were coming to speak to him. "We're In euch a predicament," explained the white-haired woman with the mother eyes. "For some inexplicable reason the young man who was to be our Santa Claus has not Senorita Sanchez de Valdes, daughter of Senora Sanchez de Valdes, the celebrated Chilean soprano, and niece of the present minister of Chile to Belgium, as she wears her hair at school.

Inset Fifth-av bobbed style. know about foreign trade? F.vldently one of them knows consideral.de about both, for announcement has been made by George L. Storm, chairman of the American Safety Razor Corp that a woman has been named general manager of the subsidiary export company of that $20,000,000 corporation. Her name is Miss Jane Carroll. Sho is a Cornell graduate, and served her apprenticeship in the study of foreign trade as foreign trade promotion manager of the American Express; Co.

American Goods Liked Miss Caroll has some idea of her own abort the foreign trade, rotation which she Is going to put into effect. For instance, it is her belief, she says, that Europeans are partial to American-made goods and that the demand for merchandise made in the United States, particularly staple necessities, is going to Increase rapidly within the next few years, regardless of the business recovery of Europe and the resumption of her own manufactures. Even to South Seas "We are going after the business in the smaller and less known countries, too," says Miss Carroll. "Already we are sending safety razors and shaving accessories to Persia, India, South Africa, many of the islands of the South Seas, Iceland, Russia, Japan and China." come. And we wonder If you would not help us out? There's no one else here who could look the part or wear his Santa Claus clothes so well you are so big and tall and straight shouldered.

Won't you please?" He refused flatly at first then protested for a good five minutes. But all three women argued and coaxed and wouldn't take no, and before he knew it they had him In one of the little side rooms and, all talking at once, were showing htm the Santa Clatis paraphernalia the gorgeous brick red costume trimmed in glaring white cotton fur; the wig of flowing white locks; the long white beard; his packful of toys; the harness, with Its jingle of sleigh bells. And as it was the Christmas season of enchantment a magic thing happened. No sooner had he got into his Santa Claus togs covered his short cropped brown hair with the hoary wig, hidden his clean shaven chin in the snowy beard, than Peter forgot all his awkwardness and bashfulness. And the moment he entered the loom where the big, dazzling, colorful Christmas tree stood, the moment the excited faced youngsters with the mother eyes said earnestly.

"Jon't forget that Mr. Santa Claus has a special invitation to the young people's dance tomorrow night and to the men's dinner Christmas eve." "Thank you, I'll net forget," he answered, a new light in his eyes, in his smile. For in the dear Christmas season of open doors and open hearts the lonesome man who walked the streets of life had come inside inside the neighborhood house of bright companionship and mutual service and sharing, where everybody "belonged." spied him and came romping about him with little squeals of mingled glee and fright, he did not act Santa Claus, but was Santa Claus! "You were splendid simply wonderful! The best Santa Claus we have ever had!" the committee of ladies enthusiastically congratulated him when the Christmas party was over and the last happy, sleepy youngster had left. "We can't thank you enough." "After I got started," grinned Peter, "it was great fun, all right." "And now you've got started you're not to stop," the white-haired woman ratification of the tefterai surirage amendment, Georgia women are not going to rest content until their "beloved commonwealth" puts itself "on the side of justice and progress." Women of the Georgia Federation of Women's Clubs, representing more than 30,000 Georgia women, recently in convention at Columbus, passed a resolution calling upon their general assembly prompt action on the 19th amendment. Their resolution reads: Suffrage Resolution "Whereas, in response to the earnest appeal of the president of the United states, both houses of Congress by a two-fold vote adopted and the chief executive has approved, an amendment to the federal constitution, giving to women the right of suffrage, and "Whereas, already 18 states have ratified said amendment, being in recognition not only of the service and sacrifice of women in the great war, but also in recognition of their usefulness in the world-wide work of construction and advancement, therefore "Be it resolved, That we, as representatives of the mora than 30:000 federated women of Georgia, do hereby indorse the action of our president and congress and our state already ratifying the same, and respectfully memorialize the general assembly of Georgia to ratify the said amendment, thereby placing our beloved commonwealth on the side of justice and progress." Christmas of tho year before had been fno ciDHr; la the fignlng of tlm arm-iMIco, too r.oar to battlo fields and grief 'and graves, for the world to have learned laughter again.

Vet as Peter Wilson aimlessly fob lowel the crowd it was that last, Christmas that filled hia heart with homesick longing. Ho had spnt it flat-on hi bark in th ward of a la hospital in Franco, but it bad hern the happiest Christ-man cf hi And now, as ho trailed along the pay sidewalk, as he haltPU before Borno particularly captivating window, in hta thoughts Peter was living it all over again the "merry Christmas:" shouted from bed to bed that awoke him. the surprise of the TU Cros Chrl5tma.i parkagft found at hi? pillow and th fun of opening it and proudly holding up for inspection each unwrapped article that it contained; tho Christmas carols suns, la the afternoon, and in the even ng th ItghtlDK of the beautiful ChrUt-: nas treo set up at ono end of trie ward and the distribution of some comical top to every doughboy of them His had h(cn an absnrd and that night he had gone trVlepp with It under his pillow. He was In his own country again--th' whole of him, thank the Lord, with no arm or les left behind. As th result of a threo months course of Instruction taken in the convalescent hospital, able to fill a better position than he had ever held before, liut never had Feter Wilson been so low in bia mind as on that mirthful venlns three nights before Christmas.

Had ho had folks of his own to come 1 ack to It would have been different. F.ut from the time ot hi3 mothers death when he was a 14 year old boy there had been no one who really rrcd Poorly educated, without technical training, he had failed to Permanent employment in his home town and had gone drifting about the Urver in one place ions to take root. The reticent Fhv sort of chap who does not easily i fell Into the stultifying habit of keeping to himself Knowing po other life, he did not know what he. was mlv-in. Put hi amy experience in training at ip on the transport over, in the trenches and in the hospital had constantly brought him into Intimate re-ntlonhlp with his fellow men had awakened fcls dormant social Instincts, transformed his whole nature.

And row, demobilized, thrown back upon himself, a stranger In a Btrange city, of lonesomeness had become a dull, throbbing ache. The laushing, chattering Christmas crowd grew more and more intolcr-RH and cutting his way through the throng. Feter turned from the bright thoroughfare into a dim side street. For several blocks ha passed a of tightly closed one etory buildings provision shops, bakeries, butcher nhops, a fish market. Next came a long dark blotch of tall warehouse.

Thru down thj railroad tracks a row of small houses. Peter Wilson abruptly halted stood riveted before an unshuttered window of one of these houses. It was so bright and cheerful and homey the little room Inside with its blazing open fire, its red plush furniture; the gilt-framed pictures on Its walls; above all. the thing that had first attracted attention, th cunning Christmas tree riping tall and sturdy from out a big red jardiniere, as though it were a crowing plant in a pot. A flowering plant, too, for already the little tree was trimmed in strings of bright cranberry beads, in fluffy white festoons of popcorn, while a hand flashing into view and out again from a shadowy woman's form In the background was fastening on wee red and blue and yellow candles.

The man looking in at the window rave a deep drawn sigh. How much that little Christmas stood for! Home a father and a mother's united life of burden bearing, happiness sharing: little children's lovo and laughter, and k'ed away tears. The woman in the shadow came out Into the light and discovered the run looking in. Her face an angry flame of resentment, she hastened to the window and jerked down the blind. With a grim smilo Peter went on THE LATEST From Queen Fashion's Paris Court RESOLUTION TO PROHIBIT GERMAN DYES 57 )nf i ag Ml CONCRETE COFf INS MIDDLESBOROUGIL Dec.

4. The corporation of this town is considering the use of concrete coffins in local burial grounds as being lighter and cheaper than those made of wood. By FELICIA FORRESTER. An emergency resolution, to protect the American dye industry, was passed by senate and house a few days ago, by which a strict embargo is placed on the importation of dye-stuffs and coal tar products until January 15. 1920.

This is to prevent, an inrush on German dyes as soon as-peace is formally In speaking of the great quantity of dyes Germany is reported to have ready for shipment when she is permitted to resume commerce with other nations. Representative Green of Iowa, acting chairman of the ways and means committee, said: "It is only natural that much of this supply would be sent to the American markets to wipe out the new American industry now struggling to its feet, which with proper protection should be a formidable competitor in years to come." A permanent bill intended to keep out the German dye products is expected to have become a law by January 15. This has already been passed by the house. mother and told him to stay in bed until it was well. Bobbie and Mutton were rather frightened at what they had done and scampered back to their own yard as quickly as they could.

When Mrs. Sport heard all about the pudding and the firecrackers and poor Willie's tail, she went and get a long strap and gave them each a good beating. "Boys," she said severely, "you have been very naughty not because you let the pudding get away from you, but because you hurt one of your playmates and damaged his tail. For that reason I had to spank you well, so lpl y. fi ml (tMmmtm "Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? You bad little boys to eat up poor old Aunt Jemima's beef marrow pudding." And both Bobbie and Mutton burst into tears.

When they dried their eyes Willie and Timothy had disappeared. "It's plain to bo seen," said Mutton sadly, "that we are going to get something we don't like when we reach home." Bobbie scratched behind his ear in great indignation. "It doesn't seem right," he growled, "for us to suffer and those naughty boys get off free: I have an idea of what to do to them, and if you will help me I think we can get even." Then Bobbie lifted Mutton's ear and whispered his plan right into It. Mutton nodded his head in great approval and in a minute they scampered off to their father's barn. Bobble trotted right up to a chest and took out a large bunch of firecrackers wrapped up to look like bananas.

They then went off to look for Willie that you would start out right in the New Year." And next Thursday, if you are very, very good, I will tell you some more about Bobbie Sport and the Sunday school picnic. Amateur Photographers, On the day before New Years, Bobbie Sport, the fox terrier boy. was walking down Dog Lane in Happytown with his little brother Mutton, when whom should they meet but Timothy Tapeworm, the tailor's son. and Willie Whiskers, the mongoose boy. "Hello.

Bobble." said Willie, who was a very naughty person. "Where are you going?" "We are going up to Aunt Jemima Bowwow's," answered Bobbie politely. "We are bringing her some nice beef marrow pudding for a New Year's present." "Oh. do let us see the pudding." cried Willie and Timothy together. "Is it yellow with little pink candies on top?" "Of course not," said Bobbie in dis.

gust; "who ever heard of a yellow-beef marrow pudding. It is lavender onthe outside and green on the inside and all beautifully flavored with peppermint. Mutton is carrying it in that little basket, and will be glad to show-it to you. I'm sure." Then Mutton took the lid off the little basket he had on his arm, and there was a lovely lavender pudding resting in a bed of parsley. "Oh yum-yum," said Willie, "that certainly looks good.

Mightn't I have just a little teenty-weenty taste to see what its like?" "Well," replied Bobbie, "I don't think we ought to, but if you just take a little bit off the edge theTe, maybe Aunt Jemima will never see that its gone." Then Willie Whiskers and Timothy Tapeworm both dipped their paws into the pudding, but instead of taking from the edge where Bobbie had told them, they scooped it right from the middle, and simply ruined the looks of the pudding. "Jimmy!" exclaimed Willie, with his mouth full of pudding, which was awfully rude, "this is perfectly scrum-diferous. I believe I'd like another taste." "No, indeed." cried Bobbie and Mut: ton in the same breath. "This pudding is all for Aunt Jemima, rnd you must not eat any more." But they had hardly gotten the words out cf their mouths, when the naughty mongoose boy snatched tho basket away from Mutton and ran awayT, Timothy dashing after him. ttentiohl III 1 Whiskers and Timothy Tapeworm.

After a while they found them play- Ing in Timothy's yard right behind Mr. Tapeworm's tailor hop. 4 "That was a pretty good joke you played on us," said Mutton and Bobbie, pretending to laugh. "I guess we'll get a beating all right when our mother hears about it." A.nd all the boys rolled over on the grass, laughing to burst their sides. Pretty soon Bobbie said, "I know a fine new game.

It is called flying by night. One per-' son is blindfolded and we tie a pair of wings to his tail and he flies right up into the air. Who would like to play this game with me?" I "Oh, I would, I would," cried both Willie and Timothy together. So Bob-bia bandaged Willie's eyes and tied the firecrackers on to his tail. Mutton then pulled out a box of matches and lit the fuse." I "When do I begin to fly?" asked Willie beginning to get a little ner-' vous.

i "Right now," said Bobbie, and with that the firecrackers exploded, and Willie flew right up into the air over a guava bush and into a mudpuddle on the other side. "Oh, my tail, my tail!" he screamed when he came to the top of the puddle, "Oh, my beautiful tail!" And sure enough, when he swam to dry ground again, half of Willie's long tail was gone. He ran crying into the house with the other half, and Mrs. Tapeworm -washed it off with, hot water and witch hazel and bandaged Ten handsome prizes are going to be awarded to the ten best pictures submitted in. STAR-BULLETIN'S AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHERS' CONTEST of Hawaii's beautiful scenery.

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BROWN, Formerly with A. M. Sanford Both of them slipped quickly down a 'dark hole, leaving the small clogs barking at the top. In a few minutes they returned wiping their mouths PARIS Dec. 4.

All the charm and none of the ugliness, of the "Victorian" mode is stitched into the bodice of this little emerald green taffeta frock; and the skirt, wired on the hips, is embroidered in a most decorative and fascinating way with black silk and silver threads. EVA A. TINGEY. the lit up in a nice blue bandage. She I then sent him homo to hi grand- with their paws, and handed i empty basket, back to Mutton..