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ON THANKSGIVING DAY.
Our stros were thankful when the year At horrent brought abundant cheer, Brought them the Increase ot their fields, The bounty of the oil; They gladly took what Nature yields As recompense for toll. More thankful that It was their lot, To number meroles all unbought, To owe submission to no lore But Him who rules above, ' And cheerfully obey His word In reverence and love. Their simple wants brought little care, A modest hme and frugal fare, Met fully every heart's desire. Whon thoso who had gone away Could Rather round the old home fire Upon Thanksgiving day. Our homes than theirs are statelier far, Our robes ot rlohor fabric are, JBut do we, glad for theso, afford More thankfulness than they When wo meet around a groaning board Upon Thanksgiving day Isaac lias ett Cboata. HETTY'S THANKSGIVING. Cow She Found an Absent Lover and a little Namesake. ITAKKSG1VIKG day dawned clearly and frostily upon the little vil lage of Castle ton Hollow. The stage which connected daily with the nearest railroad station for, as yet, Castleton Hoi low had not ar rived at the dig nity of one of Its own came fully freighted both in side and out There were children and children's children, who, in the pursuit of fortune, had strayed away from the homes where they first saw the light, but who were now returning to revive round the old familiar hearth the as sociations and recollections of their sarly days. Great were the preparations among the housewives of Castleton Hollow. That must indeed be a poor household which, on this occasion, could not boast its turkey and plum pudding, those well-established dishes, not to mention its long row of pies apple, mince and pumpkin wherewith the Thanksgiving ioard is wont to be garnished. But It is not of the households gen erally that I propose to speak. Let the reader accompany me in imagination to a rather prim-looking brick mansion ituated on the principal street, but at some distance back, being separated from it by a front yard. Between this yard and the fence ran a prim-looking hedge of very formal cut, being croppod In the most careful manner, lest one twig should by chance have the pre sumption to grow higher than its kin dred. It was a two-story house, con taining on each story one room on either side of the front door, making, of course, four in alL . If we go in we shall find the outward primness well supported by the appear noe of things within. In the front iparlor we may peep through the door, fmt it would be high treason, in the present moistened state of our boots, to step within its sacred precincts there MISS BETTY BXGAJf TO TBJSX. Are six high-backed chairs standing in state, two at each window. One can easily see from the general arrangement of the furniture that from romping cnll dren, unceremonious kittens and unbal iewed intruders generally this room is jtnost sacredly guarded. . Without speaking particularly of the other rooms, which, though not fur bished in so stately s manner, bear a -family resemblance to "the best-roam," we will usher the reader into the oppo site room, where we will find the own sr and occupant of this prim-looking residence. Miss Hetty Henderson is a maiden of some thirty-five summers, attired in a sober-looking dress of Irreproachable neatness but most formal cut She is the only occupant of the house, of which likewise she is the proprietor. Her fath er, who was the Tillage physician, died some ten years sinoe, leaving to Hetty, or perhaps I should give her full name, Henrietta, his only child, the house in which be lived, and some four thousand dollars in bank stock, or the income of which she lived oomforUoly. Somehow Miss Hetty had never mar ried, though, such is the mercenary na ture ef man, the rumor of her inheri tance brought to her feet several suitors. Sat Miss Hetty had resolved never to 'rail marry at least, this was her invariable answer to matrimonial oners, ana so after a time it came to be understood that she was fixed for life an old maid. What reasons Impelled her to this course were not known, but possibly the reader will be furnished with a clue before he finishes this narrative. Meanwhile, the invariable effect ot a single and solitary life combined at tended Hetty. Sho grew precise, prim and methodical to a painful degree. It would have been ouito a relish if one eould have detected a stray thread even upon her well-swept carpet, but sucn was never the case. On this particular dsv this Thanks giving day of which we are speaking- Miss Hetty bad completed, tier culinary preparations, that is, she had stuffed ber turkey and put it in the oven, and kneaded her pudding, for, though but one would bo present at tbo dinner, and that herself, her conscience would not have acquitted her if she bad not made all the preparations to which she had been accustomed on such occasions. This done, she sat down to her knit ting, casting a glance every now and then at the oven to make sure that all was going on welL It was a quiet morn ing, and Miss Hetty began to think to the clicking of her knitting needles. "After all," thought she, 'It's rather solitary taking dinner alone, and that on Thanksgiving day. I remember a long time ago, when my. father was liv ing, and my brothers and sisters, what a merry time we used to have round the table. But they are all dead, and I I alone am left!" Miss Hetty sighed, but after awhile the recollections of these old times re turned. She tried to shake them oft, but they had a fascination about them after all, and would not go at her bid ding. . There used to be another there," thought Bhe, "Kick Anderson. He, too, I fear is dead." Hetty heaved a thoughtful sigh, and a faint color came into ber cheeks. She had reason. This Nicholas Ander son had been a medical student, appren ticed to ber father, or rather placed with him to be prepared for his profes sion. He was, perhaps, a year older than Hetty, and had regarded her with more than ordinary warmth of affection. He had, in fact, proposed to her, and had been conditionally accepted, on a year's probation. The trouble was, be was a little disposed to be wild, and being naturally of a lively and careless temperament, did notexercise sufficient discrimination in the choice of his asso ciates. Hetty had loved him as warmly as one of her nature could love. She was not one who would be drawn away beyond the dictates of Teason and judg ment by the force of affection. Still, it was not without a feeling of deep sor row deeper than her calm manner led him to suspect that at tbo end of the year's probation sho informed Ander son that the result of his trial was not favorable to his suit, and that hence forth he must give up all thoughts of her. To his vehement asseverations, promises and protestations she returned the same steady and inflexible answer, and at the close of the interview he left ber quite as full of indignation against her as of grief for his rejection. That night bis clothing was packed up and lowered from the window, and when the next morning dawned it was found that he bad left the house, and, as was intimated in a slight note pen ciled and loft on the table in his room, never to return again. While Miss Henderson's mind was far back in the past, she hud not observed the approach of a man, shabbily at tired, accompanied by a little girl, ap parently some eight years of age. The man's face bore the impress of many cares and hardships. The little girl was of delicate appearance, and an oc casional shiver showed that her gar ments were too thin to protect her suf ficiently from the inclemency of the weather. "This is the place, Henrietta," said the traveler at length, pausing at the bead of the graveled walk which led up to the front door of the prim-looking brick house. Together they entered, and a moment afterwards, just as Miss Hetty was pre paring to lay the cloth for dinner a knock sounded through the house. Goodness!" said Miss Hetty, flustered, "who can it be that wants to see me at this hour?" Smoothing down her apron, and giv ing a look at the glass to make sure that her hair was in order, she hastened to the door. "Will it be asking too much, madam, to request a seat by your fire for myself and little girl for s few moments? It is very cold." Miss Hetty could see that it was cold. Somehow, too, the appealing expression of the little girl's face touched her, so she threw the door wide open and bade them enter. Miss Hetty went on preparing the table for dinner. A most delightful odor issued from the oven, one door of which was open, lest the turkey should amkIo. Miu Tlattv eonld not halo ob serving the wistful glances cast by the little gin towara toe tempting oisn as she placed it on the table. "Poor little creature," thought she, "I suDDose it is a long time since she bad a good dinner." Then the thought struck her. "Here I am alone to eat all this. There is t1 ti t flnnuirh for ht a doxan. How r J - n much these poor people would relish it" xjj uii uiug lug mmm ifcuw "Sis." said she, turning to the trav eler, "you look ss if you were hungry as well as cold. If you sna your iiiuo daughter would like to sit up, I would be happy to have you." Thank you, madam," was the grate ful reply. "We are hungry, and shall be much indebted to you for your kind ness." It was rather a novel situation for Mies Hetty, sitting at the bead of the table, dispensing food to others beside herself. There was something rathor agreeable about it "Will you have some ot the dressing, little girl I have to call you that, for I don't know your name," she added, in an inquiring tone. "Her name is Henrietta, but I gener ally call her Hetty." said the traveler. "What?" said Miss Hetty, dropping the spoon in surprise. "She was named after a very dear friend ot mine,'' said he, sighing. "May I ask," said Miss Hotty, with excusable curiosity, "what was the name of this friend? I begin to feel quite an intorest in your little girl," she added. "Her name was Henrietta Hender son," said the stranger, "Why, that is my name," ejaculated the lady. "And she was named after you," said the stranger, composedly. "Why, who in the world are you?" she askei. ber heart beginning to beat unwontedly fast "Then you don't remember me?" said he, rising, and looking steadily at Miss Hetty. "Vet you knew me well in by- IT WAS BATHER A KOVEL BITUAT10X. gone days none better. And it was at one time thought you would have joined your destiny to mine" "Nick Anderson," said she, rising in confusion. "You are right You rejected me, be cause you did not feel secure of my principles. The next day, in despalt at your refusal, I left the house, and, before forty-eight hours had passed, was on my way to India. I had not formed the design of going to India in par ticular, but in my then state of mind 1 cared not whither I went One resolu tion I formed, that I would vrove by my conduct that your apprehensions were ill-founded. I got into a profitable busi ness. In time I married not that I had forgotten you, but that I was soli tary and needed companionship. I bad ceased to hope for yours. By apd by a daughter was born. True to my old love I named her netty, and pleased myself with the thought that she bore some resemblance to you. Since then, my wife has died, misfortunes have come upon me, and I found myself de prived of all my property. Then came yearnings for my native soil. I have returned, as you see, not as I departed, but poor and careworn." While Nicholas was speaking, Hetty's mind was filled with conflicting emo tions. At length, extending her hand frankly, she said: "I feel that 1 was too hasty, Nicholas. I should have tried you longer. But at least I may repair my injustice. I have enough for us alL You shall come and live with me." "I can only accept your generous offer on one condition," said Nicholas. "And what is that?" That you will become my wife." A vivid flush came over Miss Hetty's countenance. She couldn't think of such a thing, e'ae said. Nevertheless, an hour afterwards the two united lovers had fixed upon the wedding day. The house does not look so prim as it used to. The yard is redolent with many fragrant flowers; the front door is half open, revealing a little girl play ing with a kitten. "Hetty," said a matronly lady, "you have got the ball ot yarn all over the floor. What would your father say if he should see it?" "Never mind, mother; it was only kitty did it" Marriage has filled np a void in the heart of Miss Hetty. Though not so prim, or perhaps careful as she used to be, she is a good deal happier. Three hearts are filled with thankfulness at every return of Miss Henderson's Thanksgiving day. Yankee Blade. Goodfello "Here's your health, old feL By the way, what is that knot in your handkerchief for?" Jolllfello "Hem! That is to remind me that I've sworn off." Uoodfelle "But you just this minute took a drink." Jolllfello "Y-e-a. Fact is, I never see the knot till I take out my handkerchief to wipe my moutn." N. Y. Weekly. . ' John Brunner, who died recently near Morgan town. Fa., uvea on toe ai- . Tidlns line between Berks nd Chester counties, the Une running through his bed-chamber, and it was his boast that be always slept with his bead in one j county and his wet la auouier. SINGLE ' TAX DEPARTMENT. A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" exclaimed Qui Fassott throwing himself at full length on the lawn, "shall I over bo able to sell those lots." Mr. Fassott was a real estate lawyer, of tho firm of Fassett, Poralium & Percy. His offlco was in tho city, his home dur ing tho summer was in the country. Mr. Fassott s father had been a lawyer, too, whon he lived. While Fassett was a mere child the old gentleman bought a parcel of vacant land in the upper part of the city, which had, until then, been a farm, taking title in the name of bis Bon. saying to himself: "when Qui grows up this may do blm some good, and. as it cost me so little, I might as well tie up the title for the boy and let the land lie vacant On coming of age Qui Fassott (he al ways signed himself "Q. Fassett") had an opportunity to sell bis land for a great advance on what the elder Fassett paid, but the old gentleman advised against it 'There's nothing like real estate for investment my son nothing like real estate!" he used to say to Qui; and so Qui, although ho had frequent offers for his land, always wanted a lit tle more than any one would pay, a policy in which he was encouraged by the fact that every subsequent offer was higher than his previous demand. Wnen Qui Fassott throw himself on the lawn and made the exclamation with which this narrative opens, he had just refused the latest offer. An enter prising builder wanted the land and had offered Mr. Fassett 8,000 a lot Al though this was more than a hundred times what his father paid for the land, and twice what he offered to take five years before, and $1,000 more than he tried to get twelve months ago, Qui Fas sott was not satisfied. He now wanted 80,000, "for," said bo, "if this property has increased in value SI, 000 a lot the past year, why should it not increaso 51,000 next yoar?" But tho builder was stubborn. "I am anxious to put up a row of houses thoro," he said, "because I know they will sell rendily, and as my capital is lying idle and most of the men I usually employ are out of work, I want to got at the job at once. But I can't afford to give more than eight thousand; even at that figiiro I take a big risk. Better let me have the lots." "No." replied Mr. Fassett, "nine thousand or no trade." "All right" said the builder, extend ing his hand, "then I must say, 'good bye,' and run along for tho train. I'll Lave to hunt up some other lots." "Don't bcllove you can do any bet ter," said Mr. Fassett, shaking tho builder's hand. "No one wil sell lots in such a locality for any less." "Perhaps not perhaps not," rejoined the builder; "and then I'll have to put oil the job until things got in better shape. But I am sorry for the men, and that's a fact Why, if I could get those lots. I'd have 500 at work in a week." "What a philantbopist you are, to be sure," said Mr. Fassett good natutedly; and the two men parted, the builder to go to his train and Mr. Fassett to stretch himself on his cool lawn, and exclaim, "Oh, dear! oh, dear! shall I ever be able to sell those lots?" For a while Mr. Fassett mentally spec ulated in his vacant lots, but before he knew it he was watching the movements of a flock of crows In a neighboring field, thinking of their free and easy life, noting that the scarecrow did not frighten them at all, and wondering if they had any of the carking cares that worry men. In a moment, almost un consciously, he said aloud: "I wish I was a crow!" Well, you are," came in croaking tones from the branches of the tree over bis bead. "What in thunder is that?" inquired Mr. Fassett.somewhat startled for a man usually so cool "I am a crow, too," the croaking voice replied. "Oh you are, are you? Well, what do you mean?" asked Mr. Fassett "You said you wished you were a crow, and you are," was repeated. It suddenly dawned upon Mr. Fassett that he had fallen asleep, and the ab surdity of bis little drcum made him laugh outright But what a laugh! It frightened him as he heard it Instead of the round, hearty, whole-souled laugh to which his friends were accustomed, and which was not without music to bis own ear, be heard nothing but a croaking "aw! aw! aw!" Mr. Fassett raised his hand to his face to assure himself that he was really awake, and from sheer awkwardness tangled his claw in his feathers. In extricating tho claw and smoothing his ruffled coat be saw himself as he was, snd realized that indeed he had become a crow. The crow is the tree had been watch ing Fassett's movements with amused interest, and now asked him if be would like to join the flock. Almost before be knew it Qul's wings were outspread, and he was fluttering upward. Alight ing on the branch along side of his new friend, he asked what he was doing there. Watching this tree," said the e-ow. 'What for?" To keep crows from building nests here." "Much obliged to yon," said Fassett, for taking so much care of my prop erty." Your property"' said the crow, "well I guess not! Aw! awl aw! that Is rich! Your tree! Why this tree belongs to old Jim Crow, ne's down South now. Didn't come up with the rest of the crows. Too lazy to fly such a distance. Don't you know that this is the best tree for building crows' nests in all this section?" "It is, oh? Well, why in thunder do you keep crows from building nests in it thon?" "You are green. You don't seem to know as much as you did when you were Q. Fassott Esq. I'm an officer of the law, I am; an officer ot crow law, and old Jim Crow owns this tree, and if the law didn't protect him every crow would want to build a nest in its branches and not pay old Jim any thing for it That's why I'm here. I guess I know my duty. My number is 2001. and if you want to know any thing about me you just go over to the station bouse. May be you'd liko to build a nest here your self. Well, you just try it on and IH run you in so quick it'll make yon dizzy." "Well," said Mr. Fassett, meekly, "I thought I owned this tree, but if it be longs to Mr. James Crow I wish you would tell me how be came to own it" "That's easy enough. Ho bought it from another crow. Ask me something: harder." "How did the other crow got ltT "His grandfather gathered twigs and built a nest in it once, and the family has kept a policoman here over since, replied the crow with an air that said as plain as plain could bo, "that settles it," and Mr. Fassett's knowledge of the law assured him that it did settle it The two crows were silent for a time. Fassett's thoughts reverted to bis inter view with the bulldor, and he had just begun to wonder whether be would ever Bell those lots when his companion told him he mustn't be loitering there, but move on. So Fassett moved on. Spread ing his wings he was surprised to find how easily he sailed through the air. Passing over the corn field he recognized his hired man and flew toward him, but bis hired man let fly a charge of bird shot, which whistled past Mr. Fassett and assured him that his hired man mado up in vigilance for what he lacked in marksmanship. Taking flight again, Fassett went in the direction of a large tree in the for est whero he expected to alight; but just as ho reached it a whole flock of crows flew at him from the branches, croaking, "scab! scab! scab!" Not understanding what this meant, Fassett continued in his course, when the crows rushed upon him, and but for the timely interference of two other crows, policemen as ho afterward learn ed, Mr. Fassett would have been denud ed of every feather on his body. As it was, he nearly lost the use of one eye. But he had tho satisfaction of seeing the ringleaders of his assailants taken before a magistrate, a half-demented old crow, who administered severe pun ishment after lecturing the offenders on the freedom of labor and the crimin ality, not to Bay hcartlessness, of pre venting any crow from working for a living. All this seemed very strange to Mr. Fassett who was not yet familiar with crow usages, but he subsequently learn ed that the tree toward which he was going was a great manufactory of crow nest materials, and tho crows that work ed there were on strike. They mistook him for a scab, and hence the trouble. By this time Fassett was quite hun gry, and curiously enough his appetite suggested worms as a tempting bill ot fare. So he flew down to a corn field, and was scratching away, when a flock of strange crows ordored him off. "But I am hungry," said Mr. Fas sett "No doubt of it," said the leader ot the crows; "but why don't you work for a living like an honest crow." "Do crows work for a living?" "Of course they da How do you sup pose they get a living?" Mr. Fassett thought a good many of them got a living by stealing bis seed corn, but remembering that he was a crow himself he didn't say so. Ho only asked what they worked at . "Some of them make up nest materi als, some gather the materials, some collect corn, some build nests, some guard the trees that belong to absent crows, and some guard worm preserves," replied the crow boss. "It you are real ly an honest crow," he continued, "and want to make a living, you can join my flock and I'll give you a job." 'What's the pay?" asked Mr. Fassett, falling in with the humor of this con celt "A worm three times a day and a place to roost" "Mr. Fassett accepted the job, and' found that the principal duties ot the flock were to guard the worm preserves ot his boss from the invasions of other crows. He was required in addition to gather worms tor the boss' meals; and whenever he tound a grain ot corn or other non-perishable food to carry it to the boss' warehouse in the trunk of a large tree in the forest He came near getting. into serious trouble once with the crow authorities by eating a grain ef corn that he tound; but the boss re trained from making a complaint on ac count of Mr. Fassett's ignorance of crow law. , At night Mr. Fassett roosted with the rest of the flock on the limb of a tree, in which the boss and' his family bad a com fortable nest Fassett found that the crow he worked for was not tho worst of birds; but be got tired of thiv -worms a day and nothing butthe llm2of a tree to roost on, in return for tari work, and one day he told the boss that he was going to leave and look af;.r himself. J to &k comst- xiM