“So do I,” said Jimsy. 
With a wind-beaten flutter of wings, 
Jimsy’s Christmas fled at midnight. Dawn 
grayed bleakly over the Sawyer home, and 
there came an hour when Peggy waited 
to carry Jimsy to the station. Nervous 
and irritable—why, he did not know, save 
that time was crowding, and he must de¬ 
liver Jimsy to the minister in time for the 
8132, Abner Sawyer strode resolutely to 
the kitchen door. But he did not summon 
Jimsy. Instead, he turned a little white. 
It was a common enough sight — a 
woman clinging to a child and crying — but 
Abner Sawyer was conscious of a swell¬ 
ing mutiny in his throat and a blur to his 
vision. 
“Do-o-o-n’t cry, Aunt Judith!” gulped 
Jimsy, courageously; “I’ll be as good as I 
know bow. An’ you’ll be awful good to 
Stump, won’t ye, Aunt Judith? He’s 
lame an’ — an’ he’s had a fierce life.” 
“Yes — yes — ” 
“An’ tell Uncle Austin White I sent him 
good-bye.” 
“Yes, Jimsy.” 
“An’—an’ write me every week ’bout ol’ 
Peggy an’ Uncle Ab an’ — an’ — you, Aunt 
Judith. Don’t forget — ” 
“Everything, dear!” 
“Go-o-o-o-od-bye, Aunt Judith!” 
“Oh, Jimsy ! Jimsy !” 
Abner Sawyer fled to his wagon with his 
hands upon his ears. When Jimsy came 
at last, looking very red and swollen, he 
was staring straight ahead. 
Peggy finished at the station almost neck 
and neck with the train. The minister 
spoke to Mr. Sawyer and rushed Jimsy up 
the steps. A bell clanged. There was 
much noise and puffing, and the train was 
under way. Jimsy, wildly remembering 
his good-bye to Uncle Ab, flung up the 
window and waved a frantic hand. 
A shaking hand touched the baggage- 
master. 
“Stop the train!” said Abner Sawyer, 
harshly. He was deadly white. “It — it 
is important. I will pay, if necessary!” 
It was unprecedented, but the baggage- 
master leaped to the bottom step of the 
nearest car and spoke to a brakeman. 
There was a hissing sound, and a jerk. 
When the train rumbled to a stop again 
Abner Sawyer was striding up the aisle. 
With the intelligent eyes of the young 
minister full upon him, he snatched Jimsy 
roughly from the seat, carried him down 
the aisle—-down the steps — and over the 
platform to Peggy. 
“W-hat is it, Uncle Ab?” faltered the 
boy; “did I — did I forget something?” 
Abner Sawyer felt the boy’s warm, 
young cheek against his face, and a great 
lump welled up in his throat. Something 
hot stung his eyes. The clasp of his arms 
tightened. 
“Jimsy,” he said, huskily, “you said I 
ought to give Aunt Judith a Christmas 
present, and I’m going to give her — you!” 
Belgians Are Starving 
“He Gives Twice Who Gives Quickly” 
/TILLIONS of Belgians face starvation. They will perish if I 
\/| succor does not come at once. Their plight is desperate. 
^ It cries out as imperiously as the wireless S. O. S. from a 
sinking ship. And this call is being heeded. Fast ships bearing 
food have been rushed to the rescue. But more must follow. 
Cable Answers S. O. S. 
This Belgian Relief Committee cabled 
#50,000 from big, generous America to 
Ambassador Page, to use for buying food 
in England to burry to Belgium as first 
aid, and #20,000 was cabled to United 
States Minister Brand Whitlock, in Brus¬ 
sels, and used in the same way. In Brus¬ 
sels alone one hundred soup kitchens 
are feeding 100,000 hungry people. The 
daily cable dispatches, in unbiased news 
reports, are giving a continuous account 
of the appalling disaster and desolation. 
Succor From America 
In America how different the picture. 
This magazine will reach its readers just 
about Thanksgiving time. We have had 
bountiful harvests and despite rather 
dull times we have great surpluses of 
food and money. So 40 national mag¬ 
azines are carrying in their Christmas 
issues this appeal to their millions of 
readers to succor the starving Belgians. 
Divide your Christmas plenty with them. 
Be sure that the gift will be “twice 
blessed.” 
Send a Christmas Check Today 
Send a check today, before it slips your mind, to J. P. Morgan & Co., 23 Wall Street, 
New York, and mark it for the Belgian Relief Fund. You will receive a receipt and the money 
will at once go to the Belgian Relief Committee, which will use it for these two purposes: 
1 To relieve immediate distress of Belgian refugees and the hundreds of thous¬ 
ands of destitute women and children and other non-combatants in Belgium. 
2 To rehabilitate as soon as practicable the poor Belgian peasant and working 
classes by helping them get roofs over their heads and tools to work with. 
BELGIAN RELIEF COMMITTEE 
IO Bridge Street, New York 
Rev. J. F. STILLEMANS, President. 
ROBERT W. Deforest, Chairman of Executive Committee. 
EMANUEL HAVENFrH, Belgian Minister to the United States. 
PIERRE MALI, Consul-General at New York. 
LYMAN ABBOTT 
OTTO T. BANNARD 
ARMAND BATTA 
TAMES N. BECK 
CORNELIUS N. BLISS 
ROBERT S. BREWSTER 
henry w. Deforest 
CLEVELAND H. DODGE 
LIONEL HAGENAFRS 
THOMAS N. HUBBARD 
REV. A. O. NYS 
HENRY FAIRFIELD OSBORN 
W. BARCLAY PARSONS 
BERNARD RAAP 
JOHN VAN RICKSTAL 
FRANCIS LYNDE STETSON 
THOMAS THACHER 
FRANK A. VANDERLIP 
ALFRED T. WHITE 
S. O. S.—Checks, Money Orders, etc., should be made to J. P. MORGAN & CO„ 
" FOR BELGIAN RELIEF FUND,” 23 Wall Street, and sent to that address 
FIVE MEN WHO THREW A WHOLE WORLD INTO WAR 1 
These five men were the Kaiser, the Chief of the General Staff, 
the Minister of War, the Minister of Railways and the Chief of 
the “ Admiralstab.” How these men set in motion the most 
stupendous and efficient military machine of all history is told by 
Dr. Armgaard Karl Graves in 
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of the GERMAN WAR OFFICE 
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