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TED'S STORY OF XIIAUKSQIVINO.
W hud nil t down to dinner on that glad Tliankxglvlng lay were uncle, aunts and rouMns who hml iume from fur away Hut before Ii rarreil the turkey gramlp lurneil tn little Teil ; "l an yon tell in wlir rlliml Thanka- KiTlni; liar?" b said. Now Teil waft only nil, but he knew th a I n r va)I DOGS AS RIFFIANS. Lay laid down his golden head On his mother's knee: The world turns round so fast," be said. Nono has time for me." Thought, a sage unhonnred, turned From the onruahlng crew; Borig her starry legend spurned! Art hor glass down threw. Roll on, blind world! upon thy traojc Until thy wheels catch Are; For that Is gone which comes not back To seller nor to buyer. - Aubrey Thomas DsVere. And he drew himself up proudly, for 'twas one he lovrd to tell. "The I'ligrlm wlnlied to worship iod the wav that ther thought U-t, lliit the kins mild they iinmt go church along with nil the rest. "No they (led arro the ooean anil tliey came rlsht over here; Twa Jit.it n cold as could tie twas the winter of the vear ; And our country then was different, anil of rourac there no dock. o the whole one hundred of 'era had to Inn, I on Plymouth Uo k. "It wa mull a hard, cold winter Unit thry died off thick nnd flint. Hut finmiy It wm over nnd the spring hnd rti jk it Inst Hel Pupil ena s And vlirn the rilgrlm giithered In their hnrvenl In the mm, They felt no very hnppy, they were thank p?tfeilinig ? When Helena realized that a cabal 1 rv?7, .Aji T'' "Mireyarfl i w . i er'Dy jap 'w a w. e ii m m -nnn hAT 5 "Oh, Auntie ' ell, tell us a really and truly true aiory about Thanksgiving When you were a little girl." And lit tle Beulah climbed Into my lap, while I have Moore and Johnny clustered about my chair. "A really and truly true story of Thanksgiving when I was a little girl," repeated. "I'm not sure, children, that Thanksgiving then was very much different than It Is now to you little men and women." "Oh, yes, auntie, I'm quite sure It must have been," bgan Moore,' in the dear little important way of his. "You see you lived in the country on a farm, while we" with a note of regret In his tone "have always lived in the city." "And a farm Is so much nicer!" add d lima. "All right, my dears, then here goes lor a story of how we Bpent Thanks giving on the farm. For more than a -week before Thanksgiving the house took on tho most delicious odors, and we children you know there were aeven of us went sniffing around and peering Into every mysteriously cover ed pot and pan. There was stewing f pumpkin and chopping of mince meat, boiling of cider, and I don't know what all, not to mention a huge fruit cake already baked and stored away In a big crock tn the cellar. At las, after oh! such a long time of wait ing, came the day. For you see, chil dren, not only did it bring us such a (east of good things to eat; but a host of uncles and aunts and city cousins tltUe folks. Just like you. Just think of the fun we would have!" "Oho, how I wish we had cousins Jiving on a farm," said Johnny, re fretfully. "Well, as soon as breakfast waa over ut we would tumble into the snow, for It seems to mo I can scarcely remem ber Thanksgiving without snow." "Then your grandpa would harness the horses and drive to the station for the company. How anxiously we watched the road for their return, and what a shout from both sides when they drove in sight. "Then the chatter and frolic com menced and was kept up until the din ner bell rang. In a great big kitchen was a long table set." In the kitchen," interrupted lima. with amazement In her blue eyes, "who ever heard of eating a Thanksgiving dinner In the kitchen?" "Yes. indeed. Miss Dainty, in the kitchen." "Farm-houses then were not always built with dining-rooms, but the kitch en waa very large and bright "There, extending the whole length, stood the table, literally loaded. And what do you suppose was the center- 4ece 7" "Pwctty flowers," lisped Deulah. "A pile of fruit." shouted Johnny. I shook my head. "Neither," nuld 1. "but tho tiniest "wauealer' I expect you children eve saw." The look of blank amazement which greeted this announcement caused me to burst into a hearty laugh. "You Ignorant little things, I ex claimed, "don't you know what squealer' Is? Why, a pig tr. bo sure, There in tho center of the table was a little roasted pit?, with a bright red ap pie in its mouth." The children gave a scream of do ltht. 'Oh-oh-ch! How cute It must have Iwen." T.ut didn't you have no turkey," broke In Johnnie, who had never stud ied Krummar. Of courso wo had turkey, and cran b rrlrs, anil " "Tliwei t potatoes?" inquired Houlah. anxiously. "Yes. swift potatoes, and pudding and iii'-, until we Imagined we would r.ot wii: i iui thim? more to eat until ".ir,: tin:..- ' A I'i.t i:M ou do then?" -'t it. i!n m riinin the best part of all. '.'' i'l-.illren were allowed to go ; into tli iwrret. There, with a big lliizrv,' in an old chunk stove, we t im;i il mthI tl iyf -I without fear of i.'fcturbli.g th older ones. Ws ptye4 Since tKs t urrW&i:o4vse3 f oktt twl Km beetdeJjtdujtift brush! And tioWwKeiewmgsnce stirred the stones, - M s- si&i. jUaueslri fc.va.n5.. hide and seek among the old chests, we swung in a rope swing hanging from one of the rafters. We rumaged through boxes filled with old-fashioned garments and dressed up In them and played 'keeping house' and com pany. Then as the shadows began to gather In the corners of the garret and the firelight peeped through crev ices and danced upon the floor we gathered around the fire and told ghost stories until the younger ones hlvered with fright and gladly wef- comed mother's voice calling from the foot of the stairs. 'Bedtime, little folks.' and a tired little regiment marched down the stairs, donned whlto uni forms and was off to the land of dreams. That's the way Thanksgiving day ended when I was a little glrL" "Oh, how lovely," murmured all, and each drew a long, long breath. Elmira Telegram. I'ndeclded. The Newsboy Extry! Price of tur keys gone up! The Turk Huh! I don't know whether to feel flattered or to take to the woods! Detroit Free Press. HOW TO SELECT A TUKKEY. Get at Young Bird from Vermont If You Can The Deit Pumpkin. "Just because the President's turkey comes from Rhode Island don't jump to the conclusion that Littlo Rtiody turkey is the only kind to buy," said a Center tnarketmau the other day. "Of course it sounds well to say that your bird is cousin to the President's bird, but just as good turkeys come from Vermont and Michigan as from Rhode Island. "To tell the truth, the majority of Thanksgiving birds are rnUed in those two States and are sent to Rhode Island just before Thanksgiving to be fattened They could be fattened just as well at home, but a Rhode Ixlsnd reputation is worth 5 cents a pound more. "If you're wise, though, you'll ask for a Vermont turkey, for then you'll get a bird just as good, just as fat as the Rhoile Island grand, but you won't be taxed for the Rhode Island reputation. "Another thing. Don't shy so at frozen turkey. I have eaten turkey that have been frozen for month, and you could not till hut what they were fresh turkeys. "And don't insist on your turkey being tio fat. if you want a young, tender bird. It is too early in the season for young turkey to lie fat. The proper thing to ask for Is a young torn turkey. "If the clerk is very' anxious that you take a fat turkey, gel suspicious. Re- THB - mm mil n iwin.wi'j,'y-i;l.y ''jK. JTJXutC A member, too, that a pretty looking bird Is not always the tenderest. Often a dis reputable specimen Is the sweetest and tenderest. And, of all things, be sure to get on the good side of the clerk. If you want the best Thanksgiving pumpkin pie you ever tasted buy the small pumpkin of exceedingly reddish color. Run your hand over it to see it it is Cne grained. The big yellow pumpkins look beautiful, but the small red ones have them beaten a mile for flavor. 'Now, if this pie is made properly, with the pumpkin about seven-eighths of nn inch thick, with little spice, and baked so thnt a mottled yellow and brown glaze appears across the top, pop it into the refrigerator as soon as it has cooled a little and let it freeze. Let it freeze stiff, and you'll have the most delicious pie you ever tasted." Washington I'ost. ' Quite Unexpected. 'Will you please carve the turkey, Mr. Grizzly?" asked the landlady. Mr. Grizzly, a malevolent scowl showing on his forehead, picked up the carving knife as a warrior seizes the sword and attacked the fowl. Slice after slice of the juicy white meat fell away as though it were snow yielding to the breath of early spring. Joints came apart as easily as a child's block-house is knocked down. Mr. Grizzly began to puff and pant. A strange look of bewilderment came ino his eyes. The cranberry sauce came on the table. It was perfect. It did not, as bad been expected, have the thickness and etringi- ness of glue. Mr. Grizzly was breathing hard. And so it went through all the dinner, and when at Inst he failed to And a hair pin and two or three marbles in the mince pie, he turned white as a sheet and fell to the floor. Physicians were summoned and labored over him for hours. When at last he returned to con sciousness, lie muttered : "Fourteen years in a boarding house, and heaven at last !" Judge. Little Willie' Thankfnlneae. In Sunday school last Sunday our teacher sara to me : "And are you thankful, Willie? You surely on 2 lit to tie. And when I told her "yes, ma am," she saya : That a rlcht. my dear : Now tell us why you're thankful, ao all the class may Hear. I couldn't Beem to bardly remember wbat to sav. But still I knew blame well I was thankful anyway ; And all the class was wultln', and I remem hered then. Hut didn't like to tell till the teacher spoke again. I ast her to exeu me ; she kept on urgln', though "And you mustn't tell no (lhbers, Uod'll know, you know :" 'cause So I told her I waa thankful fcr that's the truth, vou see Ta'ide pa'a got rheiunatlscaum, and can't chase after inc. 8. E. Kli-er. An Explanation. "Honest, Mr. Turkey, I wasn't looking for you. I was just gom out to the barn to cut my corns." Your credit may be good, but your money Is better. VOX POPULI! 1800 FUXPXXX IS CONSEMSKS TO ful, one and all. "And they thought they'd set apart A day lu which to praise and pray, And thev also had a feasting which they railed ThanksglvInK Ioy. Aud thnt Ib why . we keep It when our crops are gnthered In, Derail we, too, are thankful to have filled each loft and kin. "And I'm thankful to the l'llgrlras because they made the day. For I like a good big dinner and a time to romp and play." And when our Ted had finished, "That wl well told," grandpa said, And the aunts and uncles shouted, "Here's three cheers for little Ted!" St. Nicholas. ThnnkiKlvlnai Fan. The drop-stitch crnnlierry pie will soon be in our midst. (Thiiiigo Tribune. Mose Yallerhy Have some corn? Tur keyNo, thank you unless you effer It to me with both hands! Puck. "Why arc you crying, my little man?" "Oh, boo-hoo-hoot Ma's stuffing the Thanksgiving turkey with health food." Judge. The Dog Feeling pretty blue? The Turkey You needn't talk. I'd rather be stuffed than a sausage, any day. Smart Set. Mr. Turkey The farmer's wife said I was getting fat. Mrs. Turkey How vul gar 1 She calls It "embonpoint" in her self. Puck. Willie This is an up-to-date turkey. pnpa. Papa In what way, Willie? Willie Why, It has drumless drum-sticks. New York Times. j First Turkey Poor Gobbler took sit and died last night. Second Turkey How sad! In a few more days he might have given op his life for his country. Harper's Ilnzar. "Died fr6tn catin' too much turkey," was what Uiey told Brother Dickey of a late brother. "Goodness gracious 1" he exclaimed; "heaven on enrth, en heaven ahead cr him!" Atlanta Constitution. "I am very sorry, Victor, to think you were such a glutton. Are you not sorry yourself that you ate so much turkey?" "Yes, mother, 'cause I hadn't any room left for the mince pie." Harper's Bazar. First Turkey Gobbler is a pretty slick article. Second Turkey What is he up to now? First Turkey Stole a pneknge of breakfast food and rats some every morning to develop his muscles. Judge. Mickey Say. Jimmie, does yer s pose tlcre recly is folks wot has a dinner like i dis ev'ry day? Jin.mie-Naw. If dey . ,i;a Au'r0 dot, wot would dev do cui imc io j " , ' - ' when dey wanted tcr blow deirselvesf Brooklyn life. rana (at the Thanksgiving dinner) Tommy, you mustn't eat so much. Ev erybody will be calling you a little glut ton.'' Do you know what that is? Tom my I suppose it's a big glutton's little boy. Philadelphia Ledger. Mrs. Snowe Xiisn, you wanter ten ae Lawd dat yoh mouty grateful lor Uis Thauksglvln Day. Iixa Ah done told Him, mammy, an' it seem ter me dat lie aav: "Don't mention it, chile, dis ain't nuflin ter wot yoh gwine ter git awn Chris'mus." Brooklyn Life. Mrs. Neebud You should not blame . . . . . ... j'. . i t me, John; 1 louoweu me uirtiuum m the recioe book. I left the turkey in the oven four hours. John (trying to be ten der) But was the oven hot, dearest? Mrs. Neebud Oh, you are so cruel, jonn i How can you expect me to think of ev erything? Smart Set. Johnny Pa, what is tact7 wise ra Tact, Johnny, is knowing how to ao things without appearing to be doing them. For instam-e, I asked Mr. Arid- man to Thanksgiving dinner, and inci dentally 1 remarked that your mother would entertain us on the piano. Mr, Aridmnn said he was so sorry he couldn't come. Boston Transcript. "My patrons," said the marketman to Mr. Meddergrass, "complain that those last turkeys I sold them, and which I got fronr you, had a pronounced gamy flavor." "It's them fool boys o' mine." laughed Mr. Meddergrass, slapping his thigh. "Their maw told 'cm not to play seven-up any more, an' it made 'em so mad they chopped up their deck o' cards nn' mixed it with the tuckey feed." Judge. Management. "Have you been tagged yet?" asked the young woman standing near the door of the restaurant "Certainly," answered Mr. Tyte Phlst, who was Just going In. "I left the tug on my overcoat, back at the ofllce." "You want a tag, don't you?" said another girl, later In the day, as Mr. Tyte-Phlst was on his way home. "Oh, no," ho said, "I've got one, but I'm wearing it on my undercoat." Chi cago Tribune. A Merarer. Regular Customer There used to be two or three little bald spots on the crown of my head, away back. Are they there yet? llarber No, sir, it ain't so bad as all that Where those spots used to be, sir, there's only one now. There must be some mistake about orange juice being good for you: it l so pleasant to take. PIS. a-as organized against her to fores her to give up her interesting pupil, she closed her pretty teeth hard, and all the fighting blood of her cavalier an cestry asserted Itself la a thorough willingness to fight It out to a finish. She certainly would not give up James Langdon, who, with dogged per severance and energy, was getting on wonderfully. One evening, sitting at the study table under the bright light of a swing ing lamp, nnd figuring out a mathe matical problem, Helena suddenly raised her eyes to see If hor pupil was following her explanation. But James Langdon, his arms rest ing on the table, was looking abstract ed and yet with a keen thoughtful scrutiny, at the bronze hair, on which tha light fell, bringing out golden gleams, at the fine oval of the tace bending over the book, at Its delicate, high-bred features, and at the straight long lashes which added bo ruucU beau ty to the eyes now raised to hla. "Do you understand how It Is done?" Helena asked. "I was not listening," Langdon an swered, composedly. "I was looking at you, and wondering how much you believe of the things they have told you against me. I waa wondering whether you will give me up." "Well?'" Helena asked smilingly. "Well, I don't believe you will. You are too straightforward and brave, and too square. You don't mind a fight a hit, do you? It's In your blood." Helena laughed and nodded. "So I thought," Langdon said grim ly. "What have they told you? That I am dangerous and disreputable? That you should not do me the charity U help me get rid of some of my Ig norance? I thought so. Did they tell you I once killed a man?" "Yes, but I do not believe it," she answered quietly, and a look of Im mense relief swept over Langdon's face and a flush surged up to his short brown hair. Leaning forward fa fae ,d and looking stead "You are so dir BROUOUT RKB A LxTTES. ferent, and so far above anyone I have ever known. You would never betray a trust. It was Joe Allen's father who shot the man. I saw him when he fired the shot. He Is dead now, and the mortal fear that It would be found out shortened his life. His poor old, bed-ridden wife knows all about It. Allen owed the man money, bhe begged me to swear I would never j tell, because It would stand against her boy Joe. Joe Is wild, and always In trouble, and she thinks It will ruin him It people know the truth about his father. Of course, I promised her. It eased her mind, poor soul, and she won't live long. She knws she can trust me." "Do you mean to say," Helena asked slowly, "that all your life you Intend to let the suspicion rest on you that you shot and killed a man when you could clear yourself easily by getting a deposition from that old woman? Do you not see how much It stands against you? Do you think It fair to yourself? You must look Into the future. Can you not realize how It may ruin your life?" "I will keep my promise to that poor old creature. I will give her boy a clean chance to fight his way In the world and become a decent fellow, without a millstone around his neck. You won't betray me, I know. It's not In you. As for my future It will have to take care of Itself. If only you won't turn me off which would be bad because you have a lot of Influence, and everybody would say you did It because you believe me to be a repro bate and a murderer. I will work hard at my books this winter, and go to the city In the spring and take some special courses." Some days later It occurred to Lang don that although lacking In educa tion, he was owner of a prosperous cotton mill; that be had Inherited great tracts of land, prosperous farms and orchards, Teased out and looked after by an ageut, uo one knowing their real owner, and which brought n large returns. His simple, rugged bringing up, his unacqualntance with tho advantage of large wealth, made Mm strangely Indifferent to It. It was only when he saw how fagged and worn out Helena was by her unremit ting labors that a realization came to him of what the hundreds of thou sands of dollars plied up in a bank to his account would me in, It be pleased to make use of them. "Why did you come up here?" he asked. "I came because there is a dear old dad and a sweet Invalid mother to be nelped. Riches, you know, have a fseer way sometimes of takiag wings "9 - .' '.. - FOUR-FOOTED MOORS. "They have learned the value of dogs In warfare," said Major Richard son the other day, speaking of the Rifflans and talking to a representative of the Telegraph. "Another trick which they successfully practiced waa t put a 'burnous' and turban on a dog and to send him along from point to point In front of the Spanish soldiers. At a distance the dog looked very like a man creeping along, and at once the Spaniards were up and blazing at the supposed Moor. At the same time the Moors, who had taken cover, took careful aim, and many a soldier bit the dust" Occasionally, the Major told our artist when giving him the details from which this drawing waa made, three or four dlsguUed dogs would be sent out at a time, and that la broad daylight London Illustrated News. unto themselves and flying away. That's what my father'B Inheritance did. He Is growing old and Is not at all strong. I am, you Bee. So, nat urally, I am going to work to keep our modest cottage over our heads now that our dear old colonial home and plantation have passed from us into other hands." "Why not buy It back?" Langdon asked. "Because $50,000 Is not to be picked up by the roadside." "That's not much money," the queer young mountaineer said. 'Tour father could borrow that much. The place would soon pay off that amount if It were properly handled." "Perhaps. Bui father is old, and no, I will have to keep on teaching. It's not disagreeable work." A strong compassion came into Langdon's eyes as he looked Into Hel ena's courageous proud face, which was followed by an expression of dis tress as he noticed that she was thin ner and paler. The long winter was over and spring, with Its splendors of forest bloom, had come, and Helena sighed for the ending of her difficul ties. It seemed to her that James Langdon's absence he announced one night that for business reasons he would be absent for several weeks had intensified them. In a short while the pretty schoolhouse In the heart of the mountains would be closed. The day before Helena was to go down the mountains the postman brought her a letter. "My Dear and Devoted Daughter: The strangest thirug has happened! I thank God for Ills kindness and mercy. The cloudsf misfortune have lifted and never again shall you assume the weary burdens of poverty. Through a lawyer, acting under Instructions of your poor Uncle Tom, who died In a village In the far Northwest, $60,000 the amount of my Indorsement of his note, you remember, with the accu mulated Interest, have been deposited In the village bank In my name. How reverently grateful we should be to our Father who Is in heaven! ' "I had Burton's promise to let me buy back Beachwood, If possible. In ten years. So I have written to him through our lawyer. By appraisement I can buy back our old home for $40,000. . "Come back, my dear, brave daugh ter, and meet us In our old home. Your mother and I will spend our last years in peace and tranquil hap piness. My heart Is too full to write more. We will eagerly await you un der the grand oaks before the front steps. Your loving father' James Langdon came rapidly across the lawn, entered the schoolhouse and the familiar little room where Helena sat. ber letter before her, her face flushed and joyous, only In the depth of ber eyes lay the shadow of some sorrowful regret "Read!" she said, springing up, as I-angdon closed the door and came for ward. "Are you pleased?" he asked, smil ing down at her. "Infinitely pleased. How happy they will be! My dear old dad!" "And you you think only of them. And in their happiness you will soon forget your hard work and your wor ries up here In these desolate moun tains. You will never come back. You will be glad to turn away from these lonely peaks and you will try to for get the dull moments you have spent among them. But there Is one dullard, an Ignorant, uncouth fellow, to whom you have given confidence and cour age and glimpses of heaven. One who worships the ground you walk on. He will hear you in mind all the days and all the nights of his life! He will not bo parted from you, because he will not forget you for a single moment You will haunt him eternal ly, Miss Gllroy." A wave of color mounted to Helena's face as she looked straight and silently at Jim Langdon. What he saw In tho depths of bar eyea and In her wavering amlle made him catch hla breath. "';'7, "Do you mean it?" be anked hoarsely. Helena silently stretched out both hands. It was more than that he took and held. New Orleans Times-Democrat. WOMAN IBON FOTODEB. Can Cast or Mold Anything nna Can Maka Her Own Pnlteraav, Mrs. J. II. Peters of this place, says a Rice Lake (Wis.) dispatch, is th only woman Iron founder and machin ist in the country, besides being a clever cook, a pleasing" &tnger and a fair performer on the piano. Mrs. Peters can cast or mold any thing that comes to hand, carrying the sizzling hot metal and doing her ow pouring. She also handles brass coat ings, melting and pouring the metal herself. She ran run a handsaw and keep K In order and she can even make her own patterns from the blue prints as they come from the hands of the drafts men. In an engine room she can fire th boilers, keep up the proper amount of steam and water and run the englna Not only that, Bhe can take the engine apart and put It together again. It is the work in the machine hop. however, that attracts this remarkable woman most and she likes such diffi cult jobs as "key setting a coupling." "threading a piece of steel" and mak ing a "shrinking fit." And yet she is not spoiled for a housekeeper, nor has her expertneas as a machinist detracted from the fem inine side of her nature. She has a good education, her conversation la In telligent and entertaining, and, be sides, being a cook of no mean ability, she elngs and plays. Mrs. Peters picked up her trad when frequenting ber husband's shop, where she watched the men opera the maohiines until she had gained suf ficient courage to undertake it herself. Nntlonnlllr in China. A recent Chinese newspaper states that the law of nationality, consisting of twenty-four articles, has been de cided upon, a consular report saya Bf this law any person who has lived la China over ten yeara and is above 34 years of age, of good moral standing, being helpful to China, may be allowed to assume Chinese nationality, If asked for. Unless one has lived In China luore than twenty years he will not be allowed to serve In the grand council. Imperial household department or as a military official in any position above the fourth grade, neither can he become a member of Parliament nor of the provisional council. When one wishes to abandon his nationality as a Chinese be must first get the consent of the board concerned or he cannot lose his nationality. Only a person who has an official position or has not failed to pay taxes Is allowed to aban don his nationality. When a Chinese woman marries a foreigner she will abandon her Chinese nationality, and when a foreign woman marries a Chi nese she will become Chinese. In either assuming or abandoning na tionality the wife and children will follow the husband's nationality. A woman who Is married la not allowed to change her nationality alone. Wom en who are divorced and persons who have abandoned Chinese nationality before the laws are enforced will be treated as Chinese so long as they live In and enjoy their rights In China. A Serious Uneatlon. "Will the discovery of the pole re sult In any tangible benefit to man kind?" "I uon't know as it will," answered the press humorist. "I doubt If the few new jokes it afforded will offset th raft of good old jokes It put out of commission." Louisville Courier-Journal. A witty man Is In bad health. II la In town to-day, and said: "I am examining the doctors, to ss what they know."