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$ PR T IIFC NA TN * a» a» v1IC viicikC Woo d EEICAL JUSt SUClb @a _ SUpDOSed CO DC an inneritantce from %%%Qfi)w)mofimm%fi@mm%%» one as burned in the sky many hunâ€" Saturnalia of heathen Rome. > â€" ; IJ ) PI ) N N PIT O DP TD P LE PE P DR PE PE T Christmas Section Thursday December 23 Mclintyre vs. Hollinger FACEâ€"OFF AT 8.15 sharp. 32 First Avenue, Schumache With the entire world happy in the deep joy of Christmas Time, we wish to add our greetings to the many that are coursing through the mails, rolling from presses and spoken words . .. Best Wishes for a Merry, Merry Christmas. OUR HOLIDAY PROGRAMME TIMMINS ARENA 5§ AFTERNOON AND EVENING Friday December 24 SK A TINCG: \FTERNOGON AND EVENING December 2 SK ATIN(: Saturday Phone 788 THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO Presently some children came runâ€" ning towards her. "Bride, Bride!" they called, and then they said, "Oh, look at Bride‘s cloak!" For all the rough blue cloak that she wore was covered with shining starry jewels, and in the cenâ€" tre there was a great star, just such a one as burned in the sky many hunâ€" "I have ro water," she said, sadly, as she put her own rough, blue cloak round her. But the woman smiled at her so sweetly that Bride felt as if she must find something for her to drink. She went into the cowshed and there the cows gave her a little milk,. She carried it carefully back to the courtâ€" yard. But when she reached it she started back in surprise. For there sat tlhre mother holding the babe in her arms and both shone with a great light and glory, and Bride knew who they were. She knelt down in front of the babe and offered the milk. The woman took and drank it, and then she rose very gently and laid the little babe tenderly in Bride‘s arms. The man took Bride‘s cloak and put it round her again. And Bride was filled with such great happiness that she could neither speak nor move. How she came back to Ireland she never knewâ€"but suddenly she found hersclf sitting by the well again, with her pitcher of water, and the white bird still singing on the rowan «tree overhead. as He put out His hands to heal the lepers and those that were blind and lame. Most of all she loved to dream of Him as He lay in the manger with His mother bending over Him, that first Christmas night. One day she went down to the well to draw water for Dugall‘s horse, her rough blue cloak wrapped round her, her pitcher in her hand. Sitting down by the well she looked down into the clear cool water. Up on the rowan tree nearby, a white bird sang marvellousâ€" ly, and as it sang Bride fell asleep, and as she slept she dreamed. In her dream she found herself in a little town in a far Eastern land, where the hot sun glared down on the tlatâ€"roofed white houses and water was scarce indeed. She dreamed that she was the daughter of an innkeeper there, and that she had been left to care for the guests who came there. People had been coming all day and the little inn was full; there was not room for a single other guest nor food for them to eat, nor water for them to drink., As Bride stood looking out into the darkening sky, she saw two travelâ€" lers coming along the path that led to the inn. One was a tall grave man who walked with a staff, and the other a tired woman carrying a little babe in her arms. The travellers begged to be allowed to rest awhile and to drink some water. What was Bride to do? She went into the little courtyard of the inn and piled together the hay so that the mother might rest there. Now Bride lived in a tiny cottage with Dugall the herdsman, and looked after his house‘ and milked his cows ard spun wool for their clothing. Some say that she was really a king‘s daughâ€" ter and had been found by him when she was a tiny child. As Bride went to her work every day, she would picture to herself the land where our Lordâ€"Jesus lived. She thought of Him as He went about his daily work in the carpenter‘s shop, or all the other creatures, why, they would follow her about anywhere and they would stand still for as long as ever her hands would stroke them. (By Vers E. Walker in "Christmastide Storie,"> In the green jand of Ireland there lived a girl whose name was Bride. Her hair was nearly as golden as the starry dandelions that grow in the grass; her eyes were as blue as the sea in summer; and her face was so kind and good that everyone who looked on her loved her. The children loved her, for she was gentle with them when she played. The grownâ€"up people loved her because she was always ready to help them when they were in trouble or difficulty. Babies never cried when she held them, they always settled down in her arms as if she was their real mother and cooed themseives to sleep. And as for the cows and the lambs and all the other creatures, why, they would follow her about anywhere and The Irish Girl and Her Christmas Vision The Cloak That Was Coverâ€" ed With Jewels. Nativity plays and pageants trace back to a preâ€"Christian era. The sports of the Lords of Misrule in England are supposed to be an inheritance from the Saturnalia of heathen Rome. "Mother! they‘ve come!" he cried. "He knew my size, too. And there‘s no hole in the ceiling." His mother, halfâ€"awed and halfâ€" amused, listened while he put the matâ€" ter, in plain, straightforward language, before his Friend: "Dear Jesus," she heard him say, "you send other little boys shoes and things to wear: please send some to me.". Alfie had his supper and went to bed: there was a knock at the door. It wias a neighbour with a pair of boots which were getting too small for her own son, but would do for Alfie splendidly. Mother tiptoed back to Alfie‘s bedside, and because he. was asleep she laid the boots beside him on his pillow. His shout awakened her in the morning. One small ladâ€"roughest of diamonds, but a diamond none the lessâ€""believed for" a palr of boots. His own were so worn as to be almost nonâ€"existent, and his mother, with no money to buy new ones, had been carrying him to and from school rather than let him walk through the damp streets. He seemed to be getting heavier every day, and one evening she crumpled up and cried, because she was afraid she would be able to carry him no longer. Alfie puckered up his forehead and looked grave. "I‘ll have to tell Jesus about it," he said. "gadgets‘"‘ on the toys they have reâ€" ceived, ‘"Mother" or "Dad" is often askâ€" ed to "please tell us a story." And on Christmas day it is so hard to refuse the beloved ones when they desire something of youâ€"but what if you know no story to tell? And what if you are a poor storyâ€"teller? You‘ll be very pleased to know about "Alfic‘s Christmas Boots" by Hugh Redwood. which makes such a delightful, and interesting short story: the year. England was Merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports agen Story of Alfie‘s Christmas Boots (By A. H.) After the Christmas dinner in all its glory has vanished from the table, and when the children are quietly sitting around on the floor, trying out the new England was Merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports agen; "Twas Christmas broach‘d the mightiest ale: Then open‘d wide the baron‘s hall To vassal, tenant, serf and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside, And ceremony doff‘d his pride. All hail‘d, with uncontroll‘d delight The general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. Little Ladâ€"Who Asked for a Pairvof Shoes Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft would cheer The poor man‘s heart through half On Christmas Eve the bells were rung On Christmas Eve the Mass was sung That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice reat The damsel donn‘d her kitle sheen: The hall was dress‘d with holly green Forth to the wood did merry men go To gather in the mistletoe. (By Sir Walter Scott) Heap on more wood! the wind is chill: Bui let it whistle as it will, We‘ll keep our Christmas merry still We‘ll keep our Christmas merry still Each age has deem‘d the newâ€"born year The fittest time for festal cheer: And well our Christian sires of old Lov‘d when the year its course had roll‘d. Andâ€"as for Bride, she took up hetr work again and her kind deeds and hor gentle ways, wearing the cloak with the Star of the Christchild on it as a sign and a glory all her days. dred years ago, to tell men that the King of peace and goodwill was born. Christmas Eve Thursday, December 23rd, 1937