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LOCOMOTIVE ENGINEERS' MONTHLY JOURNAL.

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of the staid Puritan and Quaker colonists

availed nothing against the infectious

spirit of Christmas cheer and good will

which the Dutch brought into the new

country. They seemed to take the key-

note of their lives from that beautiful

admonition in the Bible, which reads:

"Rejoice, and again I say unto you, re-

joice!"Magazine of Mysteries.

Red-letter Christmas Days.

BY HILDA RICHMOND.

"Of course Christmas is always a

happy, blessed time," observed the host-

my special days,'' said the hostess, hap-

pily. "They were perfect, and I shall

never forget them. Why, once," and

her eyes took on a far-away look, "I

laughed and cried all day from pure hap-

piness over Aunt Katy's gift. We were

young and poor then, just starting in life,

and that dear woman sent me some of

the most exquisite baby clothes I ever

saw. I don't mean they were expensive,

but every bit of work was so well done

that it was a pleasure just to look at

them. Really, I don't think anything

will ever have the power to give that

feeling to ma again. I have some of the

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ess, thoughtfully, as she deftly fitted

the yoke to the body part of a dainty

dress for an infant, "but there are special

days that linger in my memory more than

all others."

"Red-letter Christmas days," sug-

gested the guest, making her needle fly

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through a bit of Christmas drawn-work.

"I've had a few of that kind myself, but

the majority find me with a lot of stuff

I don't want and can't possibly use. It

always hurts my conscience to write notes

thanking my friends when the day is over.

I seldom have the right feeling."

"That's just the reason I remember

dainty things yet, and I slip up to my

closet every Christmas to look at them.

Child, you don't know anything about it.

In those days I could not afford to hire

much done and ready-made clothes for

infants were unheard of, so it was like a

gift from heaven when I compared the

lovely little things with the cobbled-up

garments I had made. You always covet

fine feathers for the first baby, you

know."

"Tell me about all the red-letter days,"

demanded the guest, wiping her eyes.

"I want to hear about every single one."

"Well, one year my husband gave me

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