Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, December 10, 1913, Page 29

GRAND RAPIDS HERALD-REVIEW, BROTHERS GENTS’ FURNISHI NGS WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1913. Our line of Gloves and Mittens is the most complete in Northern Minnesota. These are seasonable goods and the stock includes the fancy lines as well as useful of merchandise manufactured. The different lines carried by « us ___ best goods of their kind to be procured. is hardly necessary for us to say anything about our Shoe Stock, __ being by far the largest in the county and the best to be found in Others best known manufacturers. For Children 1y place the size of Grand Rapids in this country. A glance at uty the very best shoes made in America—goods with reputations __aothing better is manulactured. Let us convince you of this. & Ryder | Red hippewa Cross Shoes Just Added, for Ladies | The Budd Shoe old, Our Clothing Stock Is Beyond Criticism The line of Kuppenheimer is considered a standard brand, and we have also added the Hart, Shaffner & Marx Good Clothes A line that has no competition, are able to fit the young as well as the the slender fellow as well as the stout, the short as well as the tall, New Overcoats, Mackinaws and Cravennette Coats The largest line of these goods ever seen in this section are now on display at this store. In selecting these goods we have taken particular care that quality should be the first consideration. Fine, dressy garments, produced by the We that the crowded cars would stifie him, and longing for fhe sense of physical motion and the stinging air against his face. When he reached his rooms he found on the table an invitation | from Mrs. Dane, a prominent society | hostess, inviting him to attend a din- ner she was giving that night. “That doesn’t fit in with the load of work I must get through with before office hours tomorrow.” Wearily he laid a package of business papers on the table and rested his read in his hands. “What does it all amount to— what does life amount to?” he ques- tioned despondently. “These people who invite me do not really care for me. It is merely because I fill in and make an agreeable dinner guest, and Spread Open the Book Enticingly. for that I have practically given up my old friends.” He realized that his present mood was the reaction from exhilaration of conquest which the past year of al- most spectacular success had given him. “T’d like to chuck the whole thing and go back. If only I could have a talk with Alice in the old way, I’d feel myself again.” He sat up with new energy. “I wonder if she’d let me. come?” There was need to look in the tele phone book for the familiar number. With breathless suspense he waited while the landlady called Miss Glea- gon to the ‘phone, and at the sound of her voice his heart began to pound | boyishly. She was serenely gracious, yet he detected a note of surprise as | he asked permission to call. Then she spoke of the roses, and added: “T can’t begin to describe my delight ; over that quaint old English book. It filled a long-felt want for the posses- sion of a real first edition.” Mechan- ically he responded, questioning him- self the while: “What book? Did I make a mistake and send Miss Fen- ton’s Christmas gift to Alice? In my dogged weariness I must have giv- en the dealer the wrong address.” He thought of Marguerite’s demand of the best as her due, and a sense of impish joy swept over him at the mistake which had defeated the usual order. He sent a messenger boy with a note to Mrs. Dane containing regrets for the dinner, then dressed and hur- tied to the lodging house on Fleet street. “Shurre, and you're a_ stranger these days, Mr. Landers,” remarked the maid who opened the door. As she went upstairs to call Miss Glea- son her round Irish face reminded him of a cheery full moon. He glanced at the worn old hairgloth sofa, and cen- ter table strewn with magazines, the familiar shabbiness of the little par- lor made the past year seem as unrea) as a feverish dream. When Alice entered she seemad to bring with her an atmosphere of se renity and peace. Eagefly he rose, then sank back on the sofa, his face went white and everything blurred be- fore him, “What is it, Edwin, are you ill?” she cried, in her alarm the old nama slipped out unconsciously. He passed his hand over his ey@s in a dazed fashion. “No—it is nothing,” he muttered. Then, earnestly, “I am tired—weary with life as it is. It is you only I want, Alice, you, alone in the wide world that I love. Is there any hope?” His voice sank almost to a whisper, and for one tense moment there was silence in the little room. Then, by way of answer, she drew the poor, tired face against her breast with a ges- ture of ineffable tenderness. In that moment, Lander felt that to his weary questionings as to what was worth while, the answer was not mw» terial success, but love which meang life in its fullness. eee Os A Sociologist. A sociologist is a guy who advises a man who is keeping nine children on $10 a week that limousines and cham- pagne are unhealthy luxuries.—Cincin- nati Inguirer. An Admission. i Teacher—What is » vacuum? Boy— { know. teacher. | have it in my head, but 1 can’t just think of it—Brooklyn Tate A MEMORABLE TREAT HE colonel sat comfortably in his chair and gazed dreamily through a hazy cloud of Hav- ana at the Christ- mas crowd. “Ha-ha! colonel. At last I've found you looking sad!” And a friend who had come up from behind and slapped him affectionately on the shoulder pulled a big chair valongside and sat down. The colonel leaned farther back in the enveloping leather and a volley of expanding rings poured from beneath the carefully trimmed white mustache. “That,” he said, with a wave of his hand toward the throngs, “set me to thinking of how in my country school- days we big, bad boys sometimes locked the teacher out to make him give us a Christmas treat. At the precise moment you soaked me on the shoulder I was thinking of the time we locked out our teacher. We noti- fied him a week beforehand that we expected him to give us a nice, sub- stantial treat when school ‘let out, as we said, on Christmas eve. He had been a good-natured fellow and had succeeded in keeping on good terms with us scamps in spite of us, so as we wanted, for the reason, to let him off as easily as possible we specified only a box of oranges and a box of candy. ““Tll think about it,’ he said, laugh- ing, and we supposed it was as good as agreed to, “So when on the morning of Christ- mas Eve day Mr. Teacher arrived without anything that possibly could contain a treat, we were hurt—doubly hurt to think that a supposed friend would treat us so. We silently waited till the noon hour, and when lunch- eons had been hurriedly gulped, two of us were detailed to get him away from the school house on some pre- text or other. They succeeded, but he didn’t stay long, as it was a cold day and there was snow.; When he found the door locked he rattled the knob and called: “‘Open the door, please! It is I, Mr. Qq—" “‘Sorry,’ one of the boys replied through the keyhole, ‘but you'll have to give us a Christmas treat before we let you in.’ “Come, boys, come,’ he said stern- ly. ‘It is too cold for joking. Let me in at once!’ x af Se woah “We're not joking; we yelled back. ‘We want a treat. Go to the store and get a big box of oranges and a big box of candy and have them here for us this afternoon, and we'll open the door. Or, if you'll promise on your word vf honor, we’ll let you in.’ “For answer he pounded on the door and thundered: “‘Boys, I order you to open this door! Will you obey me?’ ““Treat!’ was our ultimatum. “Foliowed several minutes of silence and suspense, then he calied to us: “Well, boys, I suppose the be- sieger instead of the besieged will have to surender. You may open the door. I will treat.’ “The door was opened slowly, cau- | tiously, for we were doubtful, almost distrustful, but he was miling. “Tt is all right, boys, he assured us. ‘I)/have promised. We might as well close now till after the New Year’s holiday. While I am going for the treat ‘I want you all to get your books ready so T can lock the school house. I hope to be back with your treat within an hour.’ “Then he start- ed in a_ brisk walk toward a lit- tle country town about three miles away. “Tt was a few minutes after two o'clock when a - bobsied, drawn by a big, iron-gray horse, gay with sleigh-bells, glided up before the schoolhouse door. Mr. Teacher, looking as pleasant as any of us, jumped out and said: “‘Hers you are! I am going to leave you to yourselves to enjoy your treat,’ he explained, as he hastily fastened the window shutters and shut up the stove. He then locked the door and put the key in his pocket. By that time the boys had unloaded the boxes, and Mr. G—— at once resumed his seat on the sled. “‘Merry Christmas to alll’ he shouted. “*The same to you!’ we chorused. “We immediately assailed the boxes. The lid came off the box marked oranges first, and one was grabbed and the tissue wrapping re- moved. Then there was a wild yell— Potatoes! Nothing but old potatoes!’ “We glanced sheepishly at the big girls’ who were holding their breath. In a tremor of dread we took the top. off the box labeled candy. Oh, utterly shattered hopes! The box was full of nice white candles!” we boys had had money enough I think we’d have come pretty near to buying him a gold watch.”—Detroit Free Press, Some Notes on “Origins.” “Humpty Dumpty Sat op a Wall,” etc., has come down to us from the days of King John. “The Babes In the Wood" dates from the fifteenth century, being founded upon facts, an old house near Wayland Wood. Nor- folk, having the whole story in carv- ings on a mantlepiece. “Little Jack Horner,” “Little Miss Muffet,” “Old Mother Hubbard,” “Mother Goosey” and “Goosey, Goosey Gander” are each traceable to the sixteenth cen- tury. “Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where Have You Been?” belongs to the reign of Queen Elizabeth. “Three Blind Mice” first appeared in a music book dated 1609. “A Froggie Would a-Wooing Go” was licensed to be sung as far back as 1609. “Boys and Girls Come Out to Play” and “Lucy Locket Lost Her Pocket” both hail from the period of Charles I]. And, last of all, “Cin- derella,” Palestine Children at Play. In Palestine, as always, according to a contributor to Chambers’ Journal, children’s play is mostly “making be- lieve” that they are grown up. You may see a mite of five or six paying a visit of ceremony to a pasha of equal- ly tender years, besser sparc: such com- pliments with him as “Rest, 1 pray you!" “Nay, be who sees you is rest- " and finally backing out of his presence, while he gathers up hand- fuls of dust and sprinkles it on his bead. Holding a law court. with melon seeds to represent the bribes. is a popular game, and so is a raid of fierce men from the desert. The sell- ing of Joseph and his subsequent in- terviews with his brethren are render- ed with much dramatic action. Also the afflictions of the man of Uz, with new details. such as Job's wife cutting ; off her hair and selling it for bread. “Doing bride’ is naturally the chief amusement of the Moslem girl, as it is the one great event of her later life Cause For Jealousy. dess—They went to the lake district “Jack the Giant Killer,” | 5n their wedding trip. and Ethel was “Bluebeard” and “Tom Thumb” were | wretched. -| published by their author, Charles Per- | | Rose—What was the trou- ble? Jless—George fell in love with the rault, in the year 1697.—London Notes | | scenery. —Cleveland Leader. | and Queries. SWEET CHRISTMAS aden tua