Part 6 (1/2)
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
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”_Christmas Then and Now_”
The Stars look down On David's town, While angels sing in Winter night; The Shepherds pray, And far away The Wise Men follow guiding light.
Little Christ Child By Mary Mild In Manger lies without the Inn; Of Man the Son, Yet G.o.d in One, To save the lost in World of Sin.
Still stars look down On David's town And still the Christ Child dwells with men, What thought give we To such as He, Or souls who live in Sin as then?
Show we our love To Him above By offering others' grief to share; And Christmas cheer For all the year Bestow to lighten pain and care.
”The Stars Look Down.”
CHRISTMAS CAROL.
Words by Music by CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY. ALSOP LEFFINGWELL.
_Moderato_.
[Ill.u.s.tration: [Music]
The Stars look down On David's town, While angels sing in Winter night; The shepherds pray, And far away, The Wise Men follow Guiding light.
Little Christ Child, By Mary Mild, In manger lies without the inn; Of Man the Son, Yet G.o.d in One, To save the lost in world of sin.
Still stars look down on David's town And still the Christ Child dwells with men.
What thought give we To such as He, Or souls who live in Sin, as then?
Show we our love To Him above By off'ring others' grief to share, And Christmas cheer For all the year Bestow to lighten Pain and Care.]
THE LONE SCOUT'S CHRISTMAS
_Wherein is Set Forth the Courage and Resourcefulness of Youth_
_A Story for Boys_
Every boy likes snow on Christmas Day, but there is such a thing as too much of it. Henry Ives, alone in the long railroad coach, stared out of the clouded windows at the whirling ma.s.s of snow with feelings of dismay. It was the day before Christmas, almost Christmas Eve. Henry did not feel any too happy, indeed he had hard work to keep down a sob. His mother had died but a few weeks before and his father, the captain of a freighter on the Great Lakes, had decided, very reluctantly, to send him to his brother who had a big ranch in western Nebraska.
Henry had never seen his uncle or his aunt. He did not know what kind of people they were. The loss of his mother had been a terrible blow to him and to be separated from his father had filled his cup of sorrow to the brim. His father's work did not end with the close of navigation on the lakes, and he could not get away then although he promised to come and see Henry before the ice broke and traffic was resumed in the spring.
The long journey from the little Ohio town on Lake Erie to western Nebraska had been without mishap. His uncle's ranch lay far away from the main line of the railroad on the end of the branch. There was but one train a day upon it, and that was a mixed train. The coach in which Henry sat was attached to the end of a long string of freight cars.
Travel was infrequent in that section of the country. On this day Henry was the only pa.s.senger.
The train had been going up-grade for many miles and had just about reached the crest of the divide. Bucking the snow had become more and more difficult; several times the train had stopped. Sometimes the engine backed the train some distance to get headway to burst through the drift. So Henry thought nothing of it when the car came to a gentle stop.
The all-day storm blew from the west and the front windows of the car were covered with snow so he could not see ahead. Some time before the conductor and rear brakeman had gone forward to help dig the engine out of the drift and they had not come back.