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fcWA, :• ' ..>.««.»».««.». .,» 1M A CHRISTMAS IDYL ITTLE BLOSSOM thrust her tiny dimpled hands into the great china rose jar, and shook out a gust of sum- m e r y fragrance, though outside the winter wind was raging wildly, and piling the fleecy snow into deep drifts. "Don't spill the pot-pourri, my pet!" murmured a sweet, sad voice. - It was Blossom's sister, blue-eyed Mabel, who sat sewing by a dim light .-aada dying fire—sewing furtively on a white dress for a cheap doll hidden anfler-her apron, for to-morrow would !be Christmas, and the poor gift must '30 into Blossom's little red stocking hanging yonder with that pathetic darn in the tiny heel,. They were alone in the world, these two, and Mabel was fighting the battle of- life for both, with a brave heart but Jailing- hope,for alas! encumbered with *he care of the 4-year-old child, there •was so little she could do to keep the grim wolf of poverty away from the •door. «0nly two years ago they had been i the petted daughters of a rich merchant, but failing in -business, he had died of the shock, and ht| delicate wife had soon followed him to the grave. * Everything was sold to satisfy the clamorous creditors, Of all the splendors and luxuries of 'their old home nothing remained to the orphans but the beautiful china vase of • potpourri of which Arthur and Mabel had gathered the roses that summer they were betrothed, FOT-PPVWI. WTST." was »linpst three years ago, to-night, »? the wjta winter ek^ji tbraugb the leaflf as tb a blinking §np\y whirled the 4s?aely streets, lijtle BU^om china happiness that golden summer when they had gathered the roses to fill'the china jar, and kissed each other so often beneath the bending foliage. Later on, in winter weather, they had quarreled, because Mabel was displeased at Arthur's flirting with a cold coquette. So the sweet idyl of love came to a sudden end, and Arthur devoted himself to the girls that Mabel despised the most. She did not seem to care, although she favored none of her other suitors, but smiled on all alike. Her mamma did not allow her ; to take refuge, like Arthur, in reckless flirting. "A young girl should be as pure as a white rosebud. This virgin dew of innocence should not be brushed from her heart by idle flirtations. Let her keep her love looks and her heart smiles for her husband," said the wise matron. ; And therein lay the gist of the lover's quarrel. Arthur had flirted and Mabel had taken him to task. He was so handsome and so rich that women kept angling for him even after his engagement was announced, and his easy masculine vanity soon drew him into a coquette's toils. He looked love into her wooing eyes and kissed her hand because she tempted him. He knew he was in the wrong, but he waxed angry at Mabel's naive lectures. "Mamma says a male flirt is even more despicable than a female one,and that a truly noble man will not stoop to pain a woman's heart merely to gratify his silly vanity. And an engaged man is almost the same as a married man. Mamma says he has no right " But her timid arguments were interrupted by Arthur's angry retort; "See here, Mabel, you're Beginning to quote my mother-in-law to me top soon, and I tell you plainly I won't stand it now, nor after I'm married, either." / "You can never marry me unless you change your fickle ways!" flashed Mabel, indignantly, and Arthur, not to be outdone, replied: "Very well, >Uss Miller, I can soon find another sweetheart as pretty as ypu are, and perhaps not so jealous!" Mabel's blue eyes flashed with anger, and tossing her beautiful golden head, she threw his diamond ring disdain* fully at his feet, Arthur picked it up with a reproachful glance ' from his large, dark eyes, bowed scornfully, and went away, After that they never spoke as they passed by. But, in spite of their outward pride and alienation, they b»4 loved too tenderly and truly to change at heart, and each cherished a secret hope of reconciliation. She thought that Arthur would repent and own his fault; he believed that Mabel would repent &nd call him back. Jiut ^B one brief mojjth, her father died,4nd the heart-broken wife quickly followed hey husband to the better land, M&hel »n4 little Blossom we *e l e # aUftlonejn.-jhe.&pld wpyl4. Riches tool? winge, &»4 friends foreopk th,e prph»nj, With* few dollars, $wd the •0id efeinjft rose^r, *b e y removed to » fe um l?lg fOOin .tjjey Jjftd rente^ |n the cpttef 6 Qf a. popr Widjgiw ( There, Jar a little whiles' Mftfr^l hj|lf her old love. He might be dead or married—married to that sweetheart he had boasted "he could find, as pretty as Mabel and not so jealPus." Mabel had tried—oh, so hard!—to put fickle Arthur out of .her thoughts, but, alas, when Blossom's restless, fingers would stir the' pot^ppurri into perfume, the ghost of th'at; dead, summer and that lost love would 'come out. from the withered rose leaves and pull, at ^label's heart-strings with ; relentless hands. ••'•"" • • While.vMabel wept on he> folded hands, the restless little' Blossom, ever intent dn.ctiildish; mischief, came and leaned against her knee, abstracted the tiny. ; silver thimble from her finger, and trotted back • to dabble in the rose leaves again-until she was presently put to bed 'after drowsily murmuring' her baby prayer, "Now I lay me down to' sleep. "•• Then Mabel knelt to pray also, and to her nightly petition she added, as often 'before:. ."God' bless Arthur, wherever he v may be, and give him a happy life. Amen." * * # # * * The joyous; Christmas morning dawned with dazzling sunshine on the bright, new fallen snow, and Blossom ;was very happy with the new doll and sugar plums in her red stocking, but 'for sweet Mabel there was no Christmas tpken, although in former years the festal season had- showered her with gifts. With deft fingers she prepared their simple breakfast of tea and toast, and just as they finished eating their laundress entered. She was a sunny'tempered old negro woman, once Blossom's loving nurse, and since then she had insisted on do- .jng their small wash, charging only a nominal sum, such as she knew Mabel could afford to pay. Blossom laughed with deligh't over the big yellow orange" Mammy gave her, then the old woman opened her neat basket and brought out the snowy garments so daintily laundered, explaining volubly:' few, J# wouljithjrQw hey ••Miss Mabel, honey, dese yere white ap'orns uy Blossom's done wared so thre&dbar', dat I tored,asnag inpne gleeve, honey. I's wjghty spyry, but I 0udd.en' help it to, fiftbg my life, 4e jnus, ; ijii'is £p pie »nd fttin, £u.t. da elf an.' hit «e,. ...IB.. «t»«ilfa.OT»»..*.> » JV. ... , *n8 ptfeefsd the theftd id htf * iffiifi i IStiflf^'huf HHlile. sought dflig«nilt ifi he* iiift* basket fef h$f mlteing thimt>ie.< had H late last flight/' she said, f hefe s suddefi metnofy catng otef he*. She Ided, an*{ptisly: "BidSsbin, y6U had Sietefs thimble last night, toil took it Ifofil in? flnfef. '? G'iSt it id* m« that 1 ma? «e«ct youlj ftfett? af>foni" Blossom trotted from feoffie? to aef with a puckered bt-oW of gfave perplexity attd hef f osy titUinb in hei* moUth t &Ufe felgii 0f pefttltlaation. Mabel and Mammy joined in the Search', diligently, btit all ifi vain, "Oh, deat-i the littld miMlef, fche, is always losing sbine of my' things," sighed Mabel, impatiently, "There was my gold pen that went 66 strange" ly, my tooth brush', dPSens of spools of embroidery silks, and—eve* 60 many triflea. But she can never remember what she did With a single thing! She must have found a crack in the floor or wall to poke things in. ' Think now, pet, with all your might, Where did you hide sister's thimble?" Blossom, with her most chefubic air of innocence, was thinking deeply, and to some purpose this titne,for suddenly, with a shout of .joy like an infantile Columbus discovering a new America, she rushed to the rose-jar. '•Indat—evysing Jn derel" she listed, joyfully f, and boldly oveturned the pot-pourri upon the floor, Oh, the flood of sweetness, the summer-time perfume in the wintry air as the spices and withered roses poured in reckless waste upon the warm carpetl A cry of dismay rose from Mabel's lips, but Mammy and Blossom were already on their knees scattering the fragrant mass and bringing to light all the lost treasure's. ,; And suddenly Mabel saw ,in Mammy's fat black hand a square, cream- tintedenvelope, sealed with pale-blue wax, and ; on the back her own name in Arthur's writing: Miss Mabel Langley Miller. ','Oh, my Lor' Almighty, dat lost letter! . Da's whar she done hid it, dat little mischief!" the old woman was half sobbing when Mabel caught it from her hand. She thought at first, that it was one of Arthur's old love letters, but suddenly she saw that the seal was unbroken, and . cried, tremblingly: "Mammy, Mammy, how came this here? When—how " her voice broke in a sob, and the old woman whimpered: . . •' " 'Taint nothin' important, is it, Miss Mabel, honey? 'Cause, how, maybe I've been wrong that I never tole you 'bout it sooner! Dot letter —I'd know it ag'in anywhares—kem to our house the day of pop' mar's . fun'el, darlin', and I jest lay it down in you' room- a'ten,din' to-^ gib it ter you bimeby when you come up stairs from crying ober de corpse. Teared lak I jest turned round and dat letter was gone. Blossom, she was a-stanin' close to de fire, an' I t'ouht she done took en burn it up. I'se feared you'd be mad 'bout it, so I neber tolled you; and when de nigger kem dat ebenin' for de answer, I tolled him thar wasn't none. Oh, dat little mischief, she done hid it in de rose-jar all dis time!" "Oh, Mammy, - Mammy, you've wrecked, my life! I'll never forgive you—never,never!" wailed Mabel,as she broke the seal of the dear letter whose secret the old rose-jar had kept those two long weary years. And under date of two years ago, Arthur had written in a passion of love and remorse and tenderness: "Mr DABLING MABEL: I was in the wrong, from first to last. Will you forgive me, and make up our dreadful quarrel? "I have never been happy one moment since we parted. I will never flirt again if you will take me back again, my darling. "My heart aches for you in your loss and sorrow, my own sweet love, but I will love you enough to make up for everything when once you are my darling wife. Blossom shall be my little sister. Send me one word, my Mabel, to put me out of my misery and bid me come to you! Your ABTHUB," She turned on the old black woman, her blue eyes haggard with despair, "The letter was from Arthur,to make up our quarrel," she cried. "You knew all about it. then, how we loyed each other and hpw we parted, But now it is too late, foreyer too late!" and she fell sobbing, with her lovely face against the withered roses of that golden summer when she and Arthur had been happy together, So black Mammy, with a sob of dismay, rushed from the room, and Blossom crouched over the scattered pot ppurri in rpund eyed amazement, Mabel alternately feissed and wept over the letter all day long, but in the early gloaming she heard a • manly footstep inside the room. "Miss M&bel, honey, J done fetch him back to yoUi dariin'." sobbed a voice outside the doPis Rn4 the girl spang to h,er feet in bewilderment. A pair of tender arms clasped her tp & warm) manly breast, flar£, glorious eyes Beamed love intp her own, fond Ups clung yearRiogly to hers, and Ar- flrur Eftrie breath^, yrith deep ; ,' OfeOROE PLAViP JL«* »£» flti jbiftftt tfcli ftittft Mftf Met* fetf Wat ift aiife. lo Its WofM S me te ttl ft blank, oil <»•ensds 1 dident feeliike gone 2 SCool, An i askid ma if I cddd Stft .h&im. »ft gftv<S me he* freglftf ' sctur a bote i Of tef h&it & chance 2 go - 6<Sobi fin lei-il SOmethlfl. b catifeS whefl She Wos & gitl She dident hai* no Chanee S leffi, casa thay dident halt no free fecools theH. n< b.«—but if ani 1 uhtid tel tear 2 day she dont no ani thing his payments cood colect his insurance inoni in time 2 maik cfismtts presents, but i maid Up mi mind not 2 go 2 scool ani way. Wats the mate* with pl&yin hookey, hay? 1 sed 2 mi" self, Coss if 1 sed it out lotid ittft Wood here me. eo wen scool time cum i tuk mi litel skit an went out, but i dident go 2 scool. an i dldeilt nc ware to go. it was orful cold, i dident dare go in 2 the vilag an lufc in the crismus winders coss bings mite see met so i cood onli go out bi the woods an wait 4 time 2 go hoimt i got gwj»» to poke hw eaw it shore, ap4 tyay dat Ah, "My jn pup lO»g suffer^ ee We ;pw5t for» their share |QP we "both * fa at our js all tbs> wpye sweet a,n4 thrill' ng! JJp njpre'j5»4ness a.n<J loneliness tqv w, Msifeeli 4*rU&f . This is the, TII1S IS ME PLAYIN HOOKr. so cold i most cride and mi face fell like it was froze, an how i wisht i had gone 3 scool and not plade hooky, then a man cum a long an wanted 2 no wat i was hangin a round 4, en i sed i did- ent no, an the man sed i had better moiv on or he wood arrest me 4 a sus- pichous caracter, so i moved on. i kept on inovin on till i cum near the scool, an wen i saw the boys comin out i started- hoim. i rushed in the house like i always do wen i cum hoim frum scool an put mi slait on the table, ma luked at me knowin like, i got a merit in scool 2 da 4 bein gud, i sed, coss thay wos sum- thin inside of me wat kept sayin, gor- gie, ma is on 2 u. she knows u aint been 2 scool. an then ma sed, u yung raskil u no u wosent 2 scool 2 da. an i sed, ma du u want me 2 chop sum wood, an ma sed, no, but i want 2 no wy U dident go 2 scool 2 da. bil jon- son wos here with a note frum the teecher sayin that u wosent 2 scool. i dident no wat 2 say so i dident say nothin, but ma sed she wood fix me 4 playin hooky. She sed she was gone 2 tel sandy closs not to give ani presents, wen pa cum hoim he wiped me, an wen i went to scool next da the teecher wiped me. no, litel boys, don't pla" hooky, it ain't no gud, coss u wont get no crismus presents an yure pa wil win u. gorgie. MIGHTY NEAR TO CHRISTMAS. T'SGETTIN&CLOSE to Christmas;across the hills and dells, You can almost hear the chiming and the rhyming of the bells; But the skies are clear and candid, with no clouds that dream of snow, A.nd you hear in dark and daylight all the elfin bugles blow! • It's getting close to Christmas; there's some' thing in the air That seems to breathe of Bethlehem and all the glory there; And B-yveet the bells and bugles sound thro' our dreams of rest—• Ring, bells, your sweetest music, and bugles blow your best! It's getting close to Christmas. Ob, time of peace and joy! And oh, to be once more, once" more, a •wakeful, •watchful boy, With the stocking in the corner for old BantaClaus toflll; But we still thank God for Christmas, and •we're boys iu memory still I True to the Cause, jr piggine-Wpt's dis? Ypv been Itijyin' socks? Weary Wfltteins—Oh, dat's all right. J ain't goin 1 to wear 'em, J jujst bo,ngh,l 'em to hftng U B ''"*" '"""•iHtmna . a intetflallf, fi»d blood aftd mttcijns ftflff *ees. CufS is not & aflftok aediclfie. It 6Ctib«d t* on* of tM bjst fa 1>tftic coufttft«f J-eftrs, ftnd is ft rt scttptlon. It is combdserd of th« kflo^n, coftbihed *U6 the best blodd flM%eUft* 'dirictiy ofl the ttn fftc*8. ¥he fteffect combination tt infrf§di*nts IB -*hat ^odtfces such fnl Results in ctiflhf Catarrh. Seffd testimonials, free P. J. CHENEY & CO., Props.) g6ld b* drut^sts, t>ri<je too. 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