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perament and their heart cravings are so deep-rooted and their natures so clinging and yet so fractious. And so it ended. Years afterward I met a bright eyed girl between whom and myself I could find no disagreeable grave. We were wed. 1 will now return to the festivities at Muzzy's Forks. (To be continued.) IF YOU LAUGH TILL YOU CRY. Now this is the joke of all the years, That the man who laughs to hide his tears, He is the merriest man on earth, Master of wit and prince of mirth ; He laughs with the world, and the world with him, ‘The laugh that boils his heart to the brim ; But he sheds no grief on the Christmas day If the boys and girls have their sweet way ; And in these pages that laugh and cry ‘There's the Christmas sparkle for each good eye. DISQUALIFIED. Aunt Tildy— Ain't ye gwine to de rafful fer de Crismus fowl, Zeke?” Uncle Zeke—" No, Tildy; no gemman wot ain't got fouhteen razors can take paht in dat yere rafful.”” “We were wed.” THE TRAVELER'S CHRISTMAS. “The drummer's life is not what it’s cracked up to b marked Samplecase, “* What do you suppose | made my Christmas dinner on this “Couldn't guess,” replied his friend. “On wheels.” STRATEGY. Kind old lady— Come here, little girl; 1 want to give you for Christmas. Which will you have, this pretty doll or ase, | think I'll take the doll—and—then you can give me the carriage for my birthda THE CHRISTMAS PLEDGE. There was a young man named Block Who wanted something to hock ; Not a thing he could rake That his uncle would take, So he went and he hung up his sock. JUST THE HORSE FOR A SLEIGH-RIDE. “You seem to be very fond of my horse, Mabel, Softley, as he watched his heart's idol feeding the noble anima with lumps of sugar. CAREFUL OF APPEARANCES. “ Why shouldn't I be ?” shé returned. The dear old fellow SANTA CLAUS's GROoM—"* The sleigh awaits, me lord !” needs only one hand to drive him. SANTA CLavs—"T'll be there in a minute. | This trip has got to take in the ae ‘ state of Maine, and I want to tone up my nose so as not to shock them down there.” The boy who gets more than he expected is hard to find, NOT FAMILIAR WITH THEIR HABITS. De Puvster (from the city)—" Great He takes it home and sets it on the mantel- ‘The hornets:unexpectedly create a panic in the De Scott ! that’s the biggest homnet’s nest I ever piece for exhibition. Puyster family. saw, The hornets must be all frozen out by this time, so I'll take it home as a curiosity.”