The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-02-13
The King
OF Christmas
By F. A. mitchell

anu QtSmaI future. he udu married
rather late in MISUNDERSTANDING TAX
en- a woman ten years younger than
himself. The honeymoon was pleas
ant, but as soon as it was over the
groom. who had become set in his
ways, found the task of getting used
to a woman, who was fast becoming
If she had not already become-also
set in her ways. difficult There was
friction. Friction makes fire. and fire
burns. Bickerstaff rued the day when
he had married At last he could
stand it no longer and went off by
himself
But he had tasted of the sweets Of
matrimony as well as the bitter.
When he had ceased to quarrel his
mind settled back on the sweets. He
remembered his counting days; went
over the little nothings he had said to
his love; dwelt on those feminine idi-
osyncrasies that had so charmed him.
And now what a contrast was his
present life to that brief. happy season
with one he had loved and who had
loved him! The charm had gone out
of his bachelor freedom. He was
minded to get a divorce and try mar
rlage again with another woman. No;
IL he couldn't live with the woman he
already loved he certainly could not
live with another.
He spent long while trying to get
used to the separation. He hoped
some suggestion that might lead to
reconciliation would come from his
wife. Then he began to dread lest
she would proceed to obtain a divorce
in order to supply his place.
Christmas was coming and added to
his gloom. Men at business began to
talk about getting this done and that
done In order that they might be free
to enjoy Christmas. This stung him.
What in the world should he do, where
go to avoid the day which would be
full Of misery to him as 1T was of
pleasure to others? He could not get
rid Of it; he must face it.
Then something of the spirit of
Christmas must have stolen into his
heart. for he wrote letter to his wife
suggesting that they try In live to-
gether again or at least spend the
Christmas holidays together Doubt
less he had been very impatient with
her; he had not considered that her
viws. habits. requirements were as i'm
portant as his own. If it appeared by
the end of the holidays that they were
as discordant as before they could part
again.
At their separation his wife had gone
to her former home on a farm so Sc
cluded that he heard nothing of her
through others, and she never wrote
him. He waited anxiously for her re-
ply, and when 1t came was much
pleased that she accorded with his
She longed for their union
as much as he did. '"Try to think of
some gift you can bring me-" she
wrote, (which will so please me that
It will make me more patient with
you ereafter-something not Of pc
cuniary value. Read the poem of
Paradise and the PERI and you will
understand. l have something for you
that hope will produce like result"
Bickerstaf read the poem. in which
q sinner takes a gift to heaven that
will be acceptable and insure an en-
trance there. He tried many gifts and
finally succeeded by Offering a tear of
repentance.
Mrs. Bickerstaff wrote her husband
that Christmas morning would be the
most convenient time to receive him.
If they had lot of children to hang
up stockings Christmas eve would be
preferable AS it was, let it be Christ
mas morning. The moment it was all
arranged Bickerstaff began to fret over
the period that remained before the
visit. He had not seen or heard any
thing Of his wife for months. yet the
few days interval before he was to
meet her seemed an age. While read
Ing the poem his wife had recommend
Of her-a tear had dropped
on the paper. He tore out the page.
resolving to take 1t to her for his gift.
Christmas morning opened bright
and beautiful. Bickerstaff had taken
the journey the evening before, so he
had only to drive from a hotel to the
farm. He was received by his wife's
parents, who seemed to be very happy.
He wondered If their Joy was caused
by the prospect Of their daughters re-
union. They led him upstairs to her
room and threw open the door. There
she lay in bed, pale, but happy, while
q babe was pulling for his breakfast.
my Christmas gift" she cried.
Bickerstaff made one bound for the
bed and encircled his wife and his
child In single embrace.
Nov you have both got governor"
said Mrs. Bickerstaff's father, perhaps
you will not take the law into your
own hands and fight it out on that
line He will rule you with rod of
iron. And yet he shall serve as a
bond between you stronger than steel
Your lives are changed In this little ty-
rant, and, although he comes to his ia
Their on Christmas morning. day Of
peace to all the world. yet shall he
drag you from your slumbers at mid.
night and compel you to walk the floor
with him"
"What gift did you bring me, dear?"
asked the wife.
Something that is now utterly use
less. tear of repentance. There will
In future at least he nothing Of which
to repent. Our affairs are of no more
importance. We shall live for the re
Quirements Of the king !"
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