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I 4 I' f I'; l I-: TMfCS&IVING FT UST seven years ago to-day flwcot Alice mild that Hlio Tor butter or for worse would give Her winsome self to mo. All, welll It seems nn ago ago That wo stood proudly there, And people said they'd seldom see A hotter favored pair. Hut hitter dayH and hitter tears Havo coma to mo since then; Arid I, alas! can never ho A cnrelcss hoy again! !Far out upon the hillside stands A slender Htone that tells Tho story of my life and where My altar ego dwells. Dut stayt There falls upon my cars Sweut sounds of baby glee, Anil hero another Alice comes To lavish lovo on me! 80 let mo render thanks to-day, Although I am bereft: Tho Lord did give and take away, But sco what Ho has left! Cleveland Leader. REAfc 3; 6z. AANK6G1VIN& ,'0 WHISKS from t o -111 o r r o w i s Thnnksgiving. Let us go to Orley to spend it." "Go to Orley! Why, Agntha, you must be crazy!" Agatha C 1 a I r pushed back her unfinished cup of coffee, a decided frown on her smooth, white forehead. "Indeed, Eugene," there was a note of irritation in her voice "I fall to see 'why a woman should be pronounced crnzy because she expresses a desire to visit her home after an absence of a year and a half." "Home!" he echoed the word a lit tle reproachfully, his eyes wandering around the neat dining-room. "This is home, Agatha. The first real one we have cither of us had for years." The color deepened on the. wife's checks. Her husband's words were true; her girlhood's home, with an -undo In a distant city, had not been a Jmppy one. This uncle had been too proud to lot liis sister's child earn her "bread, and ns there had been more pride than love or money in the home Agatha had realized the bitterness of the bread of dependence. The cozy farmhouse, shared with the quiet man who had won her love, had seemed a haven of peace. Used all her life to the bustle of a city and to a home crowded with gay young life, Agntha began, nftora time, to long for a change. -Just now a letter from her cousins, tell ing of concerts, lectures and parties, made the uneventful winter stretching before her look very dreary. She sat toying with her spoon until licr husband had finished his break fast. Then she looked up, a coaxing .light in her soft, gray eyes. "Why can't we go, Eugene?" "Can't afford it," he replied, a little ungr: -iously, for her persistence an noyed him. "Besides, the railroad fare, thcro'.d be a lot. of new clothes wanted and" "Clothes!" Agatha wns angry now. "iteully, 1 didn't suppose you knew that a woman ever had to have clothes. I've Keen nothing since 1 was your wife to show any such knowledge on your part. I'm tired of this scrimping and saving and stagnating." There was a pause. Husband and wife, confronted each other, both with Hushed faces and hurried breath. "And I'm " he began, hotly. Then, moved by home memory, he stopped. A moment later he cried out: "Ah, Agatha, I never dreamed that you felt that way! It cost so much for us to tnrt, and the crops have been poor. 1 thought you understood " and break ing off abruptly he strode out through the kitchen on his way to the barn. As the heroine of a nineteenth cen tury story, Agatha should have sat down and burst into tears. But there was little of the heroic about her. She was only an ordinary woman whose temper was aroused, although not to such nn extent that she could entirely forget the usual chord of pain hi her Oiusband's voice. However, she went about her work, setting down her pret ty china with nn unnecessary amount ot energy, and saying to herself: "1 think it downright mean in Eugene. I wonder how I shall ever endure this Jong, lonesome winter! No place to go, 4iii(l no one to see." The matter was not referred to again. 31ut there was a cloud between husband and wife tho Arst since their wedding day. lnWvRCM "Mil ,'NII jir .. J 7Si. &ww rfgSL. CO ' " b at A The third day after the scene at the breakfast table, Mrs. Ferris, called and asked Agatha to accompany her to a meeting of the sewing society. The young wife eagerly Accepted the invita tion. It would enable her to forget, for a little time, at least. Agatha went rapidly about her toilet. Her guest was heated in the dining room, and by leaving the door open conversation could be carried on dur ing the hair brushing and dress ehang- !" "Where are you going to spend Thanksgiving?" Airs. Ferris asked, while she studied the arrangement of the violet-strewn silkolene drape on the shelf near her, secretly wondering if she could not imitate it. "Thanksgiving!" Agatha repeated, with a hard, littU laugh. "There is to be nosuchdayinmycalendar. I can't think of one tiling that I am thankful for, unless it is that this dull life will soon kill me." "Why, Mrs. Clair! 1 supposed that you were thankful that you and Mr. Clair were Bttll living in the borderland of bliss that lovers imagine will last." There was a moment's silence. Agatha was busy fastening the collar of her pretty green serge. Outside the window, opened to admit the crisp au tumnal air, a white-faced man leaned against the house, the golden straw with which he had been covering the pansy bed blowing unheeded nbout his feet. "1 am thankful Hint we have merged into the land of common sense. If we had done it a year and a half ago life might still mean something for me. Now I see I have made a mistake." Ten minutes later Eugene Clair came forward to put his wife and Mrs. Ferris into the waiting carriage. He replied courteously to the question of his neighbor, and as they were starting, said: "Hood-by, Agatha." HUSBAND AND WIFE CONFRONTED EACH OTHER. But Agatha was too busy covering her dress with the robe to do more than nod in reply. The sun, red and angry-looking, was just disappearing behind the forest crowned hills west of Agatha's home when Mrs. Ferris left her at the gate. Tiie wind wailed loudly around the house, and the young wife shivered as she hurried up the path. "I hope Eugene will have a lire," she said to herself, "lie always remembers: such things." For once he had not remembered. The house was empty and cold. On the table lay a letter addressed: "Agatha." Chilled by a nameless terror sue car ried It to the window and, by the dim light, read: "Dear Agatha: I havo a chance to go with Fowler to Chicago with a carload of horses. Must start at oneo and be gone a week. Harlcness Is coming In the morning to seo about Nannie. Tell him he can havo her for $123. Ho will pay you. Take the money and go to Orley, you can got your now clothes after you get there. Stay as long us you Ilka and enjoy yourself, I'll get along nicely, and If Fowler makes mo a good offer I will go directly to the lumber camps for tho winter. Ever yours, "EUGENE." "Sold Nannie!" Agntha gasped. "Eu gene gone for a week and 1 am to tell llarkncss that he can have Nannie!" Nannie was a beautiful blnck colt. Agatha knew how proud her husband was of the intelligent animal's beauty and grace. She had often heard him de clare that money could not buy her. And Harkness was noted for his cruelty, the last person into whose hands Eu gene would be willing to place Nannie. Then that mention of the lumber camps and the hints that he might not return. What did it all mean? Was it because of her words that morning that lie was trying so hard to secure money'.' When the hired man, who lived in the tenant house, brought in the uulk, Agatha .learned' thai Eugene had made in case he did not come "He asked me if Margie and me would Bleep here," Tom concluded. "Said It would only be a few days as you was goin' away. Margie, she'll uike the milk then." Instend of sleeping that nltfht, Agntha Clair thought. One result of her thinking was that when Ilarkntss came in the morning she told him he could not hnve Nannie. "I hnrdly expected Gene would pnrt with her," the man said, good-humored-ly. "Would another ten be any induce ment?" Agatha shook her brown head de cidedly. "Nothing you can offer will induce us to let Nannie go." Fowler was to return Thnnksgiving morning. Would Eugene come with him, pr would he go north? There was 110 way of communicating with him. There was nothing Agatha could do. Nnv. there was one thlmr she could pray. Sometimes she would fall upon her knees and assail Heaven with prayers that were demands. Again the peace that had filled her heart when a child at her mother's side came to her, and she trustingly asked that Eugene might come home to iind a different wife from the one whose discontent had driven him away. Thanksgiving came. The sky was gray and lowering, while the cast wind brought, ever and anon, a gust of snow. The train would reach the village a mile awav at 11. Before that time Agatha's arrangements were complet ed. In the oven a turkey was brown ing, vegetables stood in readiness for the stove. The fable was bright In its best array of linen, china and silver. There were quivering molds of amber jelly, a dish of oranges garnished with green leaves, and at Eugene's plate, a cluster of pink carnations. The whole house was bright and cozy. Agatha, in the gray dress with scarlet ! trimmings that Eugene liked so well, was watching at the window. Everything was done. Think as best she could there was not one task re maining undone with which she could busy herself. Nothing to do but watch that dreary road which wound around the hill. If he did not come Agatha's breath came in short, quick gasps. She had said she had nothing to be thankful for. Ah, could she go back to that day she would ask no choicer boon of Heaven. Hark! the train was whistling at the station. It would not be long now. She resolutely turned away from her Watch, making a tour of the house and keeping away from the window for ten minutes. He was not yet in sight. But why give these details? Those who have kept a like vigil will under stand, and to no others can words tell the story. When the clock chimed 12, Agatha threw herself on the lounge and the tears had their own way. "Not coining back," she cried. "O, Eugene! How can I live without you!" She did not hear the slow step on the porch. At the opening of the door she raised her head. "Eugene! Thank God, Eugene!" lie did not understand, but he took her in his arms and there she sobbed out the whole story. "But your visit to Orley ' he hesi - tated a little over the words, "you bet tor go, Agatha, now we have the money. It is dull hero for you." Her hand was laid softly on his lips. "Wo haven't the money. I did not let Auniiie go. 1 knew you loved her and was only parting with her to gratify my foolish whims. As to its being dull, you are here, dear. 1 tini'so gln.l to bo with you once more. I know, for tho first time in my life, what Thanksgiv ing really means!" Hope Daring, in Good Housekeeping. arrangements back. SHROUDED IN MYSTERY. Tho Origin of tho Mound Builders of iTorth America. . Were They J'cruhniicc One of the Lout Tribe of Inrnel? Sonic Facta In Support of Tliln Theory. Special Washington Letter. Where did the Indians come from, and who were the mound builders? Men and women who read and study the history of the continent have nb borbed and originated all sorts of the ories concerning the aboriginal inhab itants of the new world. The bureau of ethnology hns worked on this problem for the last 20 years with great energy and earnestness. FINDING SKELETON OF GIANT. The work has been thoroughly done, nd leaves no room for doubt as to the accuracy 01 us rcsuns. ii mis uiicny exploded old theories as to a more an cient race of superior civilization which was imagined to hnve been responsible for the creation of the monuments in question. It has been demonstrated that the objects yielded by the tumuli, which are not of unmistakably Indian manufacture, were obtained from the whites. Mnj. Powell, who was for many years in charge of the geological survey, has baid that this investigation was as much of a blind study as the originnl efforts to decipher the inscriptions upon the Btone wonders of ancient Egypt. One of the quiet students of the sur vey says: "The most interesting works of the mound builders nre the so-called efligy mounds, representing birds and many kinds of mammals, which are confined almost wholly to Wisconsin and a small part of Iowa. The whole of the valley of Prairie du Chicn town ship is dotted with these ancient ani mals in droves, all beading to the south west like the river. They are enduring evidences of a dense population and long occupancy in pnst time. Some of the birds have a spread of 250 feet from wing tip to wing tip." It is n matter of official record that in digging through a mound in Iowa the scientists found the skeleton of a giant, who, judging from actual meas urement, must have stood seven feet six inches tall when alive. The bones crumbled to dust when exposed to the air. Around the neck was a collar of bear's teeth, and across the thighs were dozens of small copper beads, which may have once adorned a hunting skirt. The latter were formed by rolling slen der wire-like strips of metnl into little rings. One skull obtained from a mound in Alabama was completely filled with snnll shells. In another mound in Iowa was found n central chamber containing 11 skele tons, which were arranged in a circle with their backs against the walls. In their midst was a great sea shell, which had been converted intoa drinking-cup. Smaller cavities in the same tumulus were filled with a fine copper-colored dust, which, when first uncovered, gave out such a sickening odor that opera tions had to be suspended for awhile, The dust was supposed to be the ashes from burned flesh perhaps that of the individuals in the central chamber. Many tribes of Indians in ancient times made a practice of removing the flesh from the bones of the dead. But nil of these studies (and discov eries have not given us anything really historical concerning the people who did these things. The officials of the geological survey, of the Smithsonian Institution, the National museum, and other centers of science and philosophy at the national capital, all agree that the question as to whence the Indians originally enme is still in dispute, and likely to re main eo. There is no truth In the nt- tractive notion that once n mighty nn tion occupied the valley of the Mis sissippi, with its frontier settlements ' resting on the lake shores and gulf I const, nestling in the valleys of the ' Appalachian range and skirting the urono plains 01 me west a nation with Its system of government nnd re ligion, which has disappeared, leaving 1 behind it no evidence of its glory, pow er or extent, snvc the mounds and what they eontnin. One thing is certain, nnd that is that the mound builders continued their work for some time after the Europenn discoverers and adventurers came to the shores of this continent and penetrated its terra incognita. It is officially re corded that agents of the bureau pf ' etiiuology have explored and made ex- cavations In more than 2,000 of these mounds. Among the objects found in them were pcnrls In great numbers and some of very large size, engraved shells, bracelets of drawn wire, silver brooches, pins, needles, a silver plate with the coat of arms of Spain, a gun barrel, a Ilomau Catholic medal, a copper kettle and a fur-covered, brass-nniled trunk. Of course, many of these articles were obtained from the whites. They dem onstrate that mound building nnd burial in mounds went on for some time nfter the whites landed on the shores of America. In fact, agents have seen such mounds in process of construc tion by Indians. The" scientific discovery nnd disclo sures of ancient Troy developed no things more wonderful than these sci entific explorers of the mounds; al though the developments at Troy have been of more historic value, because they verify well-authenticated historic datn. But some very interesting ma terial for historic development hns been found in caves. Tracing the Mississippi river, six miles south of New Albln, is a great cavity in the vertical face of the sandstone bluff, 50 feet long and 12 feet high. The walls and ceilings arc literally covered with rude etch ings representing quadrupeds, birds, bird tracks and symbolical or fanciful objects. The floor Is spread to a depth of two feet with the bones of fishes nnd beasts, fragments of pottery, charcoal and ashes. Even more remnrkable is the cave near Guntersville, Ala. Evi dently it was utilized for many gen erations as a cemetery, and the num ber of dead deposited in it must have been very great. Though much of Its contents hns been 'milled away in sacks, for fertilizing land, the floor is yet cov ered to n depth of four feet with ma terial composed chiefly of fragments of human bones. In Tennessee and Kentucky the flesh of bodies stored in enves centuries ngo is sometimes re markably preserved. On a farm In Bollinger county, Mo., is an area of considerable extent sur rounded by nn ancient wall of earth about three feet high in places. In side of it, formerly, were many remark able mounds used for burial places by the Indians of prehistoric times, but 10 years of continued cultivation of the soil have nearly leveled them. Plow ing over one of the mounds a few years ago the owner struck something, nnd, on digging further in the earth, discov ered two stone coffins each containing a skeleton. In one of the coffins he found a gourd-shaped vessel filled with lead ore, so pure that he afterwards turned it into bullets. In 1879 people in the neighborhood of a town in Mississippi discovered that the pottery, in which the mounds of that region were unusually rich, had considerable commercial value. The specimens obtained were sold to mer chants, who in turn furnished them to museums, scientific institutions nnd relic hunters. That the mound builders were great smokers is proved by the large number of pipes found in their mounds nnd BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW. graves. So numerous are these and so widely distributed that pipemnkingnnd pipesmoking may be considered as a marked characteristic of that ancient people. This will serve in a way as supplementary evidence thnt they tvere Indians; for the Indian is par excellence the man who smokes, nnd the pipe is es sential to his happiness. The correspondent k neither a sci entist nor a philosopher, and yet may make a suggestion. Maybe nobody will ever be able to correctly conjecture, much less prove, where the mound builders came from, nor who they were. But is it not a singular fact that they builded mounds just ns the ancient Egyptians builded pyrnmids? Has anyone eer investigated the similar ity of the methods of the two races? May not these mound builders hnve been descended from or related to the Egyptians? What became of the lost tribes of Israel, after they had learned to build pyramids, making bricks without straw? The mound builders, by their work, manifestly were more like the pyramid ninkers of Egypt than like any other people. When we wonder why pyra mids were built, should we not at tho same time ask why the mounds were built, nnd whether or not they were built upon the same scientific, supersti tions or religious theory, nnd for a similar purpose? SMITH D. fry. True Worst is the name of u Mary ville, Mo., drummer M r r?