@ggggggg ggggï¬ggg t Ak Hearty ~Good ; Wishés® for In the streetcar crowded witl hollday shoppers Mrs. Weston couldn‘t see the eccuple behind her, but their words adâ€" ded to her mounting despair and fury. Overhead, tinselâ€"Wreathed placards exâ€" horted to buy: fur‘ codts, diamands; perâ€" fuime.. She shut her: eye» toâ€"thent but she could not shut her ears. "That was one swell party last night," sighed the man. "Oh, boy!" The: girl Mrs. Weston cringed. The high . laughter was â€"like the whistle in Puppo, theâ€" rubber=~dog they‘d ~given Harvey. Jr. his third Christmas. Puppo had becomB more than .a toy. He still lived in glory, a kind of househol® god easlunud in the whatnot in Harvey‘s room. "Love With‘children romping about in their mm qaa'y. the greatest care must â€"‘be ekercised that under no circumstanâ€" ges wauld it be possible for the children *or"the~dedorations : to come into conâ€" tact with a naked light, whether it be from gas, candle,â€" or a flickering flame from a stove. ; Also a gust of wind may ew;tains or decorations across a naked light, â€"and ‘the damage is done. the whistle in Puppo, theâ€" rubber=~dog they‘d â€"given Harvey. Jr. his third Christmas. Puppo had becom# more than . a toy. He still lived in glory, a kind of househol® god easlum in the whatnot in Harvey‘s room. "Love to Puppo," Harvey ended his‘ letters. Puppo .always. topped the Christmas. tree. â€"There‘d be no tree this year.‘ It was worse than childish for Harvey to want one. She wouldn‘t have it. A package had been sent to Harvey Jr. everseas in October but mmrdr be no: Christmas at home. Wicked, horrible, thought Mrs. Wesâ€" ton, that people are going through all the old motions of a Merry Christmas. No one has a right to be merry. The constant ache in Mrs. Weston‘s heart sharpened to a stab. PFor such fools her MHarvey was risking his life. Onother block of their chatter and Mrs. Weston would say, "Theâ€"money squandered on orchids, youngâ€" man, would buy a good many war labgmps,†or, "This is no occasion for whoeapee." "Jack thinks the Army is gg to get him this time." It was the girl speaking. â€" "And is he scared!‘*~ Liquor thought â€" Mrs. Westor fur+â€" oualy." That explained: their mcesagt giggling over nothing. She raised her voice. "I don‘t see how people : can think about Christmas.. Hew they. can drink and laugh and waste meney on silly things. Life is so terribleâ€"‘‘. her voice broke. Heavens, people were starâ€" ing! "My son â€" somewhere in the Pacâ€" ific,‘ she added hur:izdly in‘ a low voice. "I â€"I‘m thinking oh him "You looked super last night," said the man. "You â€" are super, honey. You‘re so beautiful.‘ â€" Mrs.. Weston turned slightly and caught a. ‘glinupse of a filat pretty face surrounded by blond curls. "You rate orchids, honâ€" ey," the man went on, "and you‘re goin‘ to have them. ; The woman nexzt her got offâ€" anga another, squeezed in.. "Certainly. going to be a big Christmas," observed the newcomer cheerfully. "Were you down»â€" town Saturday? Worst jam<E ever , * "I was not," Mrs. Weston felt comâ€" pelled to explain. "I am going to: towt now only to select a wrea.th ror my mother‘s grave." Behind her theâ€" young cwple were still shrilling about Jack and the Army. "Tell him we‘ll give him a farewell party. Tell him if he gets shot he‘ll have a pretty nurse." The man was chortling. "Let‘s get off next cornmer, beautiful. â€" You can buy me a â€"drink." She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lady â€"you have the wrong ".angle." The man behind her leaned forward. Her eyes met compassionate blue:ones in a face curiously pale. "It :don‘t help your boy any for you to have no: Christmas. Be as merty as you ean. Like as not he‘ll be back, fit as a throat. . Fie tm'ustastt Something caught in Mrs KHester‘s throat. He was limping to the doer. The car joited to agwpwmm thrust a steady little hand under his arm. Drunk, thought Mrs. Weston, drunk with the joy: of beinemac 45 pinga JP CcE But they were getting off,. ie She was halted by the crowds on the sidewalk. Standing on tiptoe she saw the couple turn in at the dairy bart.: A drink. They‘d laugh and make love over an ice cream soda. "Merry Christmas, soldier," . she whispered. “Beas-men}asyeum" i is Mistyâ€"eyed, she walked to the corner rimmed ‘with Christmas trees.. _ ; "A amall tree," choked Mrs. Westox. She wiped her eyes and picked one up. testing its weight. â€" "It must be strong," She told the vendor firmly. "Strong enough to hold up a good sized rubber dog, and â€" and our spirits." â€" like me.‘" He lnrched to his Airistmio w Tell Me an Indian â€"â€"New Year‘s Story Cnristmmms tree, or to the decorations, ar to the flimsy fancy dresses of little At . times, theâ€" results are Without care,, theâ€" kindliest peoyle may only be adttmz a danger wapg for their children. Christmas decâ€" aÂ¥ations generally are made of inflamâ€" mauble rmaterial, and it is courting trouwâ€" Bile to have a naked light anywhere in their vicinity. â€" For example. lighted candles in paper lanterns suspended from the ceiling or hnung ow a Chriztmins tree, or an imâ€" properly ‘ insulated* string ~of electric ligiMes may prove beacons of danger, With children romping about in their Greater danger lurks in using strings of, eleatric lights that have done service the year.before unless they. have been thoroughly examined and tested before being "put up. â€" EécH inch, af every: set of lights‘ should‘ be ‘carefully inspected warn~ in :the insulation or -euter aver a strip of friction~ tape wi it ~â€"will© help‘ to prevent aceldentis. If the inside insulation is werw, the job is one for a practical .oloom ~â€"Theâ€"rough edges~ of inâ€" sulaatdnn will have to be trimmed off and the wire‘ wrapped spirally with friction: tdpe above: the> break, overâ€" lapping . each: turn: by ‘about a quarter ofâ€"arx Imich and ensuring that the damâ€" aged area is cmlbtely» cover ed. :Ofteh cords: become worn where they enter the plug The fire must be mved : mwrapped separatelyâ€" with tape, and reâ€"conneceted.© Bxaken or damaged plues should be discarded. Bulbs also should be tested before: being fixed. The. cevemonial : for the snow has passed, when enemmie®â€"are forgiven and harsh words=forgotten, as a new trail has beenmn: bliwzed for all through the New YVear‘s festivities. The . staryâ€"telling grandmother has taught_ the _ chants and cusâ€" toms: through the beads of the strings of historis wampum; but now she aâ€" gain has time to entertain the children. * Gathered around her lodgeâ€"fire, they plead for. another . story with : their bright eyes and shrill voices. To satisâ€" fy them,, she tells an ancient legend about the clouds. ~"Long moons ago when the world was first‘made, the sky at wintertime. was cloudless much as it is on clear mid_ urimer days. The ground was coverâ€" edâ€"with . white snowâ€"and the trees, exâ€" capt the pines,, stood bare. The cold wind whistled around the bark,cabins; with a cloudless sky, everything above and below ‘Tooked dreary. ~"The children, too, missed‘ the, green teaves and changing : colors â€" over the laridscupe and they gave a~ wish that the ‘sky muight have clouds nOw and then,.> Tt : is= true, darkâ€"gray, fierceâ€" looking clouds carme in great masses and qoveredall the skyâ€" aha let down to amuse the ehildren. But o t i _ 0_ L sel ale clouds and theâ€" old ~bear in ‘the heard their wishes, â€" _ . the. old : bear â€"blew â€" his . moist breath into the:heavy. clouds and broke them up; he.even made humps in some of : them,â€" and: on to the corners of others, until when. they passed over the~village, each ‘cloud bad a different sHape, somelike bears, some like wild cats, some like hills and even some like yB 4 r. ies D aftfermward the children: in midwinter."‘ â€" Bates, Cornell. It needed for his war this young man. A lecomotive, railway gun and tankâ€" transit â€" all made of wood «â€" deâ€" ‘the heart of he in« lig was just what Comes Out Fighting Yule Happiness â€" afterward, the hese stra.nge shapes to and â€" imasina'tion to all also : wished ished: for bright bear in ‘the sky