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MAN AKD WOMAN. Muicy vt the Flr Tliankaglvlnc. II E NOVEMBER 'mn was sinking la the Western skies. Another day bad gone and no news from the ship. With darkness, a pall of giocm set tled over the little Land of settlers. There was so much need that the food had to be appor tioned. Bui-ton Laird had Love's daughter a married Edward month previously. (She was a beauti ful young woman of '-'0; he a sedate lieutenant in Her Majesty's army. Aa the sun's last beams had faded beyond the Western horizon, prayer ful people wended their way to the 2uiet little chupel on the' hillside. Idward Love was too ill to go. At his bedside were Alice and Burton Laird. Go, dear children," said the old man, 4tand pray for relief, for it is well to da so." And so it seemed to both. They bent and kissed him with that tender affec tion only born of poverty and parental ties, and then left him. They knelt near the quaint altar and watched the polo lips of the pood man utter holy words words faintly heard by the listeners, The voice grew faint and weaker, as that oi starving men must. Both tried to sing, but the melody of their murmurs died away under the roof. Burton Laird thought Lis wife leaned more heavily on his shoulder. Then her voice was silent. Her face wbitonea under the dim light from the pulpit. Her eyes put oa a dying look, bhe sighed and ceased to speak. With a gasp she fell forward on h.'s breast. He . lilted her Into his arms as if she was a babe and carried her out into the open air. There was a gust of 6harp wind which quickiy revived her. She opened her eyes. Until now Burlon Laird had been strong. As he noted the pallor of ber face his anguish overwhelmed him. lie called aloud to Heaven to spare the wife of his bosom. She heard him. "We- have loved each other well," she murmured, "and if we must part here it will only be to meet in that happy, happy land, where there is neither grief nor suffering. The Heaven for which we have sacrificed 4ro &cXr Oul&ren,.' earth will be ours for all eternity. Weep not rtear, that I go first." ?3 Burton Laird felt as he never felt before. lie saw the sun of the young life sinking faster than that which had an hour before burnt low upon the horizon of the New World, and he would be left in darkness forever more. "Pity us,' ne cried in anguish thai seemed to tear his soul from within, Speak not of grief 'till you have seen the tears of war-like men. At that instant, against the dark horizon of the sky, sweeping down from the bosom of the seething ocean, came the shiD so loner expected. From the rocks beyond, the lookout had already seen it. ills snout arose in the distance. "The ship' "The shlpr The ship is here!" The glad tidings swept down the hill side and along the valley. Then from the church rushed nil tfhe worshipers. eak-voiced utterinars oi than jiv ing soon resounded. Burton Laird lifted his wife that she might see the glad sight the ocean pre sented. "Thank heaven!" she cried; "you will live. Many will be saved, but I must die." Die," cried her husband in awful anguish. "No, it must not be; aid is at hand. "Too late for me," the voice wai weaken "but mourn not at that. I will tell you how it is: Fathers life Is far more valuable than mine, and for four days I have given him my Bhare of food instead of his. But for that he would now be gone, and they look to him for aid and comfort in their ; 'als. Hfl will be powerful in the tttro of ttiis New World I am but a woman, you know." "Awl I, yonr husband, never WEm mMmAMW m - COLUMBIA dreamed of this sacrifice. How gladly But, no, you shall not die. Mie had fainted. Throwing himself beside her on the ground he drew the silvery sword from the sheath which hung at his side. He drew the blade across his arm and then placed the wound against the white lips that aad fallen rigidly apart. fche recelvea the hot gush of his life's blood as a child would the milk from its mother's breast, and with out that loathing which knowledge of the truth would have given her. And he, binling up his wound, bore her Into the church and laid her down, wrapped in a blanket some one had dropped on the way to view the blessed spectacle of the ship's arrival. She was saved. Burton Laird knew it. Cn the outside, Her Majesty's gov ernor was prolannln? the arrival of the ship with its supplies and request ing that the following day be made one of Thanksgiving. And there was great rejoicing, too. It was the first Thanksgiving iu the New World. Her Day of Thanksgiving. Very few of us will live to see sixty Thanksgiving days. Fewer still will live to see three score and ten. Only a handful can see a hundred. Those whe may see more can be counted on the finger tips. Only one person in America celebrates each Thanksgiving day as a birthday anniversary. That person is Sarah Cool-Heath of f'capack, N. J. This Thanksgiving she will celebrate as the 10 'd anniversary of her birth, she being born on the Thanksgiving day appointed by Wash ington in 178J. (She continues' to cele brate the feast as that of her birth in stead of the day of the month. Mrs. neath joys remarkably pood health for one so aged. Her sen so of sight is nearly gone; she 'can but dis cern daylight from darkness. Her memory of events that transpired nearly a century ago is excellent, of events of the present age not as good. She gets about the house by the old of two canes. Her appetite evidently does not fail her, as she has not missed a meal in over eicht years. She lived continuously with her husband, in the housa which he built, sixty years, until his death, which occurred in 1MW. After that she lived with her sons and one of her grandchildren until July 9, 1884, when she made the residence of Justice of the Peace David N. Todd her home. There she still lives and large crowds visit the place once a year to remind the old lady that she has not been forgotten in her declining years. Thanksgiving at (lia Jail. Thanksgiving Day VisitorAnd what are you in for my good man? Colored Prisoner Nothing. Visitor For nothing! Colored Prisoner Yes. sah; I tried to get turkey for last Thanksgiving Day, but got nothing. See? Itefore Tlianlogl tins;. Rev. .Tohnslng Hold on thar, nlg gah: what's you doing In my turkey roost dis hour of night? I Neighbor Finipkins I wis jis gwine tor fatten dat old gobbler up for your Thanksgiving dintia'n. , TOTJNCL,ES KXl-lt l3For DR. LESLIE'S SERMON. A Tliaukftgtvlii. ttmj Story. WENTY YEARS more." (eorge Lang looked back through the fif teen years he had passed behind the grim walls of prison. He thought of the twenty years he had still to serve before society would be satis fied. "It's rather hard on me," ho mur niered as he rolled back into his iron couch. The church bells were tolling with out. Foot beats were heard in the streets below. "They're all going to church to give thanks! Yes. this is Thanksgiving. Oh. that I had something to be thank ful for. Here all these years suffering for Burt Kergan's crime. I know that it was he who tired Cooke's store so that I would be put out of the way. Well, I suppose I must suffer. The truth will never come out now. 1 will never even tell that I suspect it." The convict's brows became knitted, lie would have sunk into a deeper sleep but for a voice at the cell doer. It was one of those gentle voices, so seldom heard in the corridor of a place of penal servitude. Maude Ieslic, the parson's lovely daughter, was making the round as was her custom on the morning of great feasts. She generally brought some good things and was looked upon as a ministering angel by hardened convicts. 'I had been dreaming and thought I had nothing to be thankful for. but you are here. I'm so glad you have come. Your presence is a light into a darkened life that has no future hones." The other hung her head. The con vict's words had touched her tenderest feelings. For a moment she wished she had not conio. Then she lifted her head. Tears were coursing down Lang's checks. "And you have no hopes for the fut ure?" she asked. There was a tremor in her voice that told of exceptional interest. "Hope! No, there is none for me. I have been adjudged guilty of setting fire to my employe's store. Why should there bo hope for me?" "But are you guilty?" The convict lowered his eyes. He would sooner not have heard her nsk. Arc you guilty?'' again she asked; this time with emotion. There was a sudden pause. "Twelve men have adjudged me guilty, and so believes the world." "Perhaps she was interrupted. "Oh. no," interposed the other; "No body believes me innocent. Yes, there is one," and ho thought of the author of all his trouble. "There are two." Miss Leslie was calm and collected. "Impossible! They would come and tell mo so if it were true." (Icorge Larg s face showed anguish. "It is for that that I am here," tho other replied. "I believe yon are innocent mm These, Blesslng33V-Are .Thank end " What she would have taid he did not hear then. The turn events had taken was too much for him and he sank inco a Bwoon, from which he was revived an.hour or two later. In the meantime Maud Leslie had returned to her home and told the story of an innocent man's sufferings. Kev. Dr. Leslie was a just and; good man. He became deeply interested in his daughter's story, lie, too, belie ed George Lang innocent. But what could be do? It would probably take years to prove Lang guiltless in the eyes of tho law. Before he ascended the pulpit that day he had decided what to do. Never before was such a thrillimg sermon preached in St. James. After referring to the day, the good man told of two young men la their early morning of life, who loved the same girl; of how one set fire to a store that the other might be sent to prison, lie told of the temporary triumph of the conspirator, but uaid that the day for retribution was coming. The sermon created a terrible sensa tion. It was published in the leading papers the next day and everybody wanted to know who the principals were. Burt Kergan had long since married Voilet West. She had long ago dis missed Lang from her memory. The day following Thanksgiving she picked np the morning paper. Tho tlaring headlines over Dr. Leslie's sermon first attracted her attention. She read down the column. It became quite plain to her. Her husband was guilty of an awful crime. She sank back, and her cries for help soon brought him to her side. She was revived, but it was only of short duration. "What does it mean?" her husband asked, as she opened her eyes. "What has happened?" "Bead?" and she handed him the paper. She watched the hot flush in his face as he read between the lines. He was guilty; she knew it now. "You are guilty; don't deny it now." She fell back to rise no more in life. Violet Kergan, a victim of her hus band's plot, was dead. Yes,I am guilty," the husband said, bending over the prostrate form. Just then two officers, who had been admitted, stepped into the room. Burt Kergan raised his eyes. II h cowardly heart weakened. He fell pierced to the heart with the oxposure of his crime. "I am guilty," were his last words. The same day George Lang was re leased from prison. It was made an occasion of public rejoicing, in which no one more heartily joined than Maude Leslie. A vear afterwards and when the churchbells were tolling the glad tid ings of Thanksgiving, Mrs. Lang took advantage of the occasion to ask for giveness for a liberty she had once taken. Then she told how she had stood at his cell door a year before and listened to his own confession of innocence. "And that is how you knew I was in nocent. Maud, you are forgiven. Lis ten to the bells. Iet us go. We have much to be thankful for." And so it was all their lives. A Thank2lvlitg Menu. Oysters on half shell. Puree of pheasant, consomme royale. Small game patties. Broiled Black Bass. Steward sauce. Turkey and cranberry sauce. Prime ribs of beet Sugar corn. Mashed potatoes. Sweetbreads. Lardct. Lscallopped Oysters. Green peas. Pineapple, sherltet. Saddle of venison on jelly. Redhead duck. Chicken salad. Mince and pumpkin pie. Plum pud ding. Catawba jelly. Roquefort and Edam cheese. Coffee. IlAom n VelnitnMer Abbey. There Is "comfortable room" in Wrst minster Abbey for forty or fifty mo; permanent occupants. This item, troit the report of a commission nppt inlec by the government, suggeststhnt great men would do well to die early an avoid tho rush. fal .in . 1 891. IN ANCIENT TIMES- Tbere was a FeSat of Thaukaztvlnz From Time Immemorial. Thanksgiving Day is not "an Ameri can idea. Ages and ages ago in em pires long since fallen one day of each year was set apart for thanksgiving to the Creator. )n this country it was not observed in the West and South tiA. alter the war, but in New England it may be said to date from the middle of the seventeenth century. Over 3,000 years ago Moses instructed the Isrealites to keep a feast after they got established in the Holy Land. They called it the feast of the Tabernacle, and for eight days, following the close of tho harvest, they dwelt in booths made chiefly of green boughs, and leasted on corn, wine, oil and fruits. In the course of time a splendid ritual for the feast was adopted, including much singing in responsive choruses. Somewhat later the Greeks held a nine days' feast of similar character, in which slaves were allowed to take port, and all criminals except mur derers. The Romans had a similar feast in honor of Ceres, goddess of grain. The Saxons had a "Harvest Home," and after them the English, which fes tival w as observed in a sort of way in some of the American colonies. In the year 1121 the Pilgrim fathers tried to celebrate, but it was rather a gloomy affair. In 1623 a ship loaded with provisions failed to arrive and Gov. Bradford appointed a day of hu miliation, fasting and prayer, but the expected ship arrived and so they made it a day of thanksgiving. Ninety Indians, under Chief Massa soit, took part. In 1631 the Puritans ran out of provisions, and Feb. 0 was named as a day of fasting and prayer. As in the other case, the ship arrived, and they had a feast Instead. " June 1.1, 1637, there was a general service in all churches of New Englaud, to give thanks for the great victory at b ort Mystic over the Pequots, and on the 12th of October following a general service and feast, in honor of peace and the settling of some religious dif ferences. Forty years later Gov Andros ordered the people to give thanks on the first day of December; but t'hey ha'tcd Andros and didn't thank worth a cent. Several persons were arrested for treating the proclamation with contempt, but this struck the home authorities as rather ludicrous, and his conduct was disapproved. Thereafter Thanksgiving was pretty generally observed in all England and the States settled by ner, the governor naming the day. George Washington recommended to Congress the naming of a National day in 1789, for the adoption of the const! stitution. It was done and the day was generally observed. In 1795 the proceeding was repeated. James Madison appears to have issued the first Presidential proclamation on the subject, in 1815, in honor of the return of peace. Forty-eight years passed be fore President Lincoln issued the sec ond one, in 1863. Since then every President has followed the custom and the day is Nationally observed at last. THOUGHTS FOR THANKSGIVING The Iav Mionld be Just What lh Word Implies, This Thanksgiving feast has moro of a National character than any pro claimed in many years. It finds nearlv all the people contented and happy. The farmer, the mechanic, the mercan tile man and the banker, feel the pressure of abundance. The yield of cereals has been greater by a good per cent than for any other year in the Na tion's history. The big foreign do maud holds the prices and foreign gold is pouring to our shores. Mv other form products find their wC foreign markets that were heretofore excluded by high tariffs. Commercial industries are springing up all over the land. Where in years gone by the approach of winter was a signal for dread among the poorer classes, it now has a different meaning for them. It formerly meant Idleness and want Thin year there is peace and plenty. There is much, indeed, to be thankful for. If tho failure f crops in Europo will lead to serious distress there ouring the present year. America will not be the lat to respond THE DAY IN BIG CITIES. Tbankaslvlnjc Day Obverved by N Sclous f Wealth. Thanksgiving day in large cities. lit always anxiously looked lur by the poor and needy. . 0n this day of all othew do the rich let loose their pocket-strings, That is their way of returning thanks. In New York the members of wealthy and charitably disposed families go about the highways and byways, pay ing a little with this poor-family and a little with that one. In this way alt the poor are given a material reason to also join in the Tnanksgiving. The offerings generally consist of money. The distribution of clothing and food generally takes place on Thanksgiving eve. Of course the money finds its way into the coffers of the saloon of tener than that of the grocer. But hat matter it to the giver? He or she has done a kindly net. The amount distributed amonj tho poor by the rich of New York Thanks giving Bay is enormous, Tho Vander bilts never give less than 8r0,l0. Tho Goulds give a like amount. The As ters often give ns much as J 10,000. Perhaps tho total amount would rnn into the millions. Chicago millionaires always eee that the poor within the city's gates aro wi'll cared: for on the National Thanks givinir Uay. i-tallymen and politicians seldom forget the needy on this day. Prob ably the most liberal figure in political life is Gen. Alsrer of Michigan. Ho manages to spend between $ta,00o and $1 00,000 a year among tho poor of De troit and other cities. The great por tion of this is distributed on Thanks giving Day. Thanksgiving Day In the Omrcfiea- Thanksgiving Day is not observed with church services by all the Chris tain sects. The Episcopalians were tho first to recognise tho 1 "residential pro clamation. The Lutherans and Metho dist Episcopalians were tho next. The Presbyterians and Baptists Ob serve the day without display or church service The Catholic church has its own days of thanksgiving, varying in the different dioces, from one to three a year. Of late years, though, the tendency of the church has been to observe the day proclaimed by the President. Tho recent Lay con gress strongly advocated a strict ob servance of the day. Bishop John y. Foley, of Detroit, Michigan, was tho first to order services throughout his dioces. That w" in 1""" Since then proclamations from the bishop to tho Catholic churches generally follow the one from the President to the people. The day is also observed in many of the non-christian communities. In most of the Jewish synogognes service) of Thanksgiving are mado a solem obligation. THAN KSGI VINO DAY AMONQ THE HEATHENS. A Story Wlthont Word Notbln On at All. "Mamma, here's a question for you It hM always oiitalot) mo," PhIj our litila Alice with a I.ook of oerp perplexity. "How Is It that when I nm drctso'l I Wesr tnj hut, ami frock, and shawl; And when Hie turkey's dressed for us She's cot noihln'on stall?" There Is a valuable floating wreck loose on the Atlantic. It has a caro of mahogany lumber and was aban doned March 31. Since then it ha drifted ID, GOO mil; and was last seen An-. 3. rap J$k