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THANKSGIVING,
Oar tatiliWftjratetbers bad wisdom right
owfiw^tn-i fiatvHto (tromble,
Hp jolJ one «l«y in tlw year Met apart
For him to feet thatkfol and liumkle.
To ^ttake that htm TWJT aliort dny a sncces*
5|tef. (MiM iiiil atulbd him with turkey*
Bo lie, fe+ling good, might his blessings cou"
JWH
And aae hU surroundings less murky.
-For onwlittle dny in Ike whole of the year
Thpv HHW liim to leave off complaining
Ann BIT* II lew thank* to the one we revero
For blessings
He
ever is raining.
Batman Wouldn't do it-^not even if he
On turkey forever woe dining
The
Hark liib or cloud* he will eagerly see
And hide Iron their silvery lining.
Enlewi he finds 'anlt he in not happy tt nil,
And e'en on thin dny he should treasure.
Hi* turkey'R too big—or his turkey's too
v., small—
To suit his unsuitable measure.
But some time,
we
hope—when millenium'8
here—
A nhn may be found who is living
Who'll do all bis growling one duy in the
•f.i.r.T yeor,
'SilAnd spend all the rest in Thanksgiving.
•4.^ —H. 0. D.odge.
MISS JOE'S EXPERIMENT.
SAY, Clorin
a is
dead."
'•The mer
y's salces!
you don't
say so," an*
we re a
thin, shriU
voice from the chintz-covered rocker
which held Miss Clorinda Mills' lean
figure and faded chalky face.
{. Miss Joe put her arms akimbo,
and looked at her with her habitual
expression of endurance. She was
thin, too, but muscular, str ong, en
«rgetic.
"Clear grit the neighbors said,
but she had all her life been oppress
ed and depressed by this weakly,
ailing, whining impractical sister.
Clorinda had all the complaints any
mortal frame can entertain—accord
ing to her own showing.
"Clorinda is greatly afflicted?'
murmured fat, kindly Mrs. Potter
the new minister's wife, when on her
tenth call on the "Mills girls," as
Stafford people called them.
"Lord yes!" snapped Joe, "She's
liad everything on the face of the
created airtb, save an' except small
pox and consumption. Them is to
-come." :J
With a tiny house and garden of
their own, the interest of$2,000, and
Miss Joe's tailoring, the two women
tried to live, with no luxuries but
Clorinda's patent medicines, and no
amusements but Methodist meetings
and a "pocy bed."
Mrs. Hugh, a well-to-do farmer's
wife, who lived near by, had been
one of their most faithful and con
siderate friends. She not only sent
them potatoes, apples and choke,
pears, in their season—with now ami
'lenajug of buttermilk or half a
•dozen egg*—but every Thanksgivnjr
she gave them a plump chicken for
for theirceremonial pie, lialfasqunsh
for pies, and a quart of cranberries
from the swamp on the upper farm.
It was a real calamity to them wlu
a severe attack of typhoid fever took
her out of her ground floor bedroom
—musty for want of sunshine—to the
dry and sunny graveyard, gay with
daisies, asters, golden rod and the
beaven-blue gentian.
"Well, I do say it." rejoined Miss .1 oe
"she's ben and had the typhoid bad.
And she wan't real strong, Land!
we shall miss her awl'lly."
"She ought to hev tool: Bawle's
Red Receipt right along I told her
so. I told her she'd oughter doctor
for them faint spells," moaned Clor
inda, rocking harder than ever.
"I don't know about that, Clorin
da. Sometimes I think them things
haven't done you no great sight o'
good, and you've took about all the'
was to take, certain."
"Why, Joseph^ Mills! You do
boiild ha' been lying in my grave
this ten year ef I hadn't ba doctor
•ed."
"Well, that'sso mebbe ye would."
Miss Joe worked for and waited on
Clorinda continually, but she fled in
to the shed and clattered the pots
whenever her sister began to moan
about her poor weak back, her feeble
digestion, the "neurology" in her
knee, or "sciatiky" in her hip. Just
now. however, they were both ab
sorbed in Mrs. Hough's death.
"We shall feel it dreadful, come
a 'taint reaiiy wnat you couia can.
what spiced currants will be jest as
good with chicken pie ns cranb'ry
SOBS,
and we've got plenty to stew
up an' spice."
"'Taint now'ays the snme things,"
said Clorindii, plaintively.
"Well, it's another thing, and
that's just as good, maybe better,
for a chaniro. And concernin' a
chicken, why, we can buy one o' them
Bramy of Mis' Emerson cheap while
it's real little. 1 shouldn't wonder ef
she'd sell it for ninepence."
"1 don't reely see, Joe, why 'twon't
be jest as liard for you to raise one
Bramy chicken as 'tis for Mis' Emer
son to raise hull broods. Seems as
countin' on 'em
though ye was a
some in advance."
"Well, we can't always tell. I can
cosset one. where 1 couldn't twenty.
I can get it anyway. Ninepence
won't make or break us as I know
of, and it I do my everlasting best to
make it live an'it don't, why there
'tis it's a dispensation. But I guess
it'll live."
So Miss Joe proceeded to the wood
slied, where, with the staves of an old
barrrel. a broken hoop skirt, nails
and a hammer, she proceeded to con
struct the most astonishing hen
coop possible.
In one corner an old scidlitz pow
der box, relic of Miss Clorinda's "bad
spell's," was fastened to the side as
a drinking trough, and when the
coop was securely staked down,
close to the back door, a nest of hay
was made in one corner, and a sub
stantial porch fastened firmly across
the whole habitation. "Mrs. Emer
son proved propitious, and a white
Brahma chicken was installed in this
mansion about the first ot May with
all due houors.
It really put new life into this small
house to have an object of such dai
ly interest and care. The chicken
was named at once for the sake of
some "handle to it," as Miss Joe
said, and it very soon learned to
know that "Peter" meant a sum
mons to its meals.
"It's the knowin'est cretur," ex
claimed smiling Miss Clorinda, who
really sometimes lorgot her aches
in the antics of her pot. Every
night Peter was taken into the
kitchen for (ear of rats and weasles.
till at last it was bigenoughto lea-ve
the coop and perch on a beam in the
wood-house at night.
And never a chicken grew so fat.
It would patter in at. every meal, to
I be fed out of the sisters' hands and
a,lan?r,^i0n-
"Guess you'll have
laughed Clorinda. whose interest in
iiietLi!('i0onnna^!,^rdenthad
i."I i:
ter
i,„v, II
K.
,,,,,1 Ii
»»nv, uaeifiiv, jnme: iuu uu ..
know how bad i/hould ha' been ef I '-o^ortably stored for some time of
hadn't* takoa /em. Like enough I
no"(J-
Thanksgiving," sighed ciorinda, chicken ought, by all laws of cook
whose infirm digestive organs never
quailed before a good dinner.
"Well, I hadn't thought on't in
that p'intof viewexactly," said Miss
Joe, cheerily. "I don't know but
what it 'twould seem kind of folksy
to hev our own Tittles for once
Thanksgivin' Day. Seems as though
I'd just as lieves be thankful to the
Lord ns to the neighbors once in
awhile."
"Why, how you talk! I never
heerd of the Lord's sendin' chicken
an' squash an' cranberries to folks
'tnint really what yon coald call
mnnriy, nor there ain't no sech mir
acles'ns manny and quails in these
to
Hough sent us, and I'm
comer in the gar
o'squashes. I can
in's enough to manure
say* dish water's
tf lfciiizs'grow trad I
rtofant^thf
wiSi'
I
would Hit up into Miss Clorinda's own Promiscuous courting this vicious
rocker, and go to sleep on the cush- system which permits a young man
ion alter tea, with her full consent without any intentions to waste a
Meantime the squashes prospered fast
"°before.an
re
1
ever been in her Hie
"Well, if they ripen up good, I can
sell 'em all to the tavern. Miss Em
erson she's agoin' to have them rail
road folks, engineers, you know, to
board this winter, and she bespoke Thr
twJ jn 'f
°"e,
OD
'!.-Ll J-Tth
n° wa'8
STOW
some. I don't see why
lie don't hev no comb uor spurs. I
thought tliev always had 'em."
"L ind! lie ain't nothing but a
chick.-'
However, even when summer pass
ed bv, and cool, sweet autumn days
set it. when the big squashes lay like
golden spheres on the grass' and
along b\- the currant bushes, Peter
made no show of his proper crest!
and knightly appendages. He was
fat, lazy, happy, would nestle in
Miss Clorinda's lap
and follow Miss Joe all over the ^ier ^ro^^er'
suit of her horticultural labors—lav
Monday came the Thanksgiving
squash was stewed and strained.
Tuesday came the spiced currants
were fetched from the cellar and ex
amined. They were not fermented
at all. At tea time Peter camecoax
ing and pattering about for his sup
per, his eyes bright, and the late ap
pearing comb fresh and red. He was
white and plump, and held his head
on one side and peered at them with
a look of demure fun
Miss Joe looked at her sist?r, and
Miss Clorinda looked the other way.
killed and dressed more
than two or three day3 before it is
cooked, but Stafford custom was
contented to slaughter its animal
food over night. If Peter was to be
parboiled next day, and set away to
cool before encrusting or baking, he
must be killed or picked to-night,
Both sisters knew" it. They had
thought about it and dreaded it si-'
lently for a week. This was the last
minute for action. Miss Joe looked
I at Peter nestling against Clorinda's
gown and looking up, expectant for
a
crum^'
mnnny, nor there ain't no sech mir-1 "I can'tdo it,"said-Miss Joe, loud
"^4^- nebs' n» manny and quails in these ly and promptly. "I can't and I
A ?4days.''- I won't. Ef you want chicken pie for
the Lord help's them who Thanksgivin', Clorinda, you can
themselves, Clorinda. and I do slaughter the cretur yourself. So
to "be a mite more independ
«nt tlipn we be,-a good many times,
gat -fljfc* wee, stotfTm going to
saved them last squash
there!"
Miss Clorinda burst into tears.
"Josephy,Td a'most as lieves kill'nd
eat you! .1 don't care a cent for no
pie, bat I set by Peter like my eyes,
and I douldn't no more eat him thqn
I could you, a« I said afore."
Miss Joe laughed, but the laugh
quavered. "Guess I .should be
«'mbst -too tough to eat. Clorinda
'bttt yotfvedotmymind to rest. I've
a-tipjikBi'Md, o-frattin' in'ardly
"a^-ip^ abdut this matter. I
4togiT«uPjfour Thanksgivin'
fill rfcotlf efttridn'f iiowayaee
|»y wiijrt6fclU Peter. We'il hav« «o
fa* tbankfal on squash pie and spiced
eu«r»nJa and fish cakes but I conld'nt
trjfjjfrfW wHnf Petsr, not if I had
a Fourtho'Julycoldcollection along
with him."
"No, nor I nuther, Joe bless the
creeter! I couldn't stan' it without
him, and I think fish cakes are the
best of vittles!"
The sisters slept the sleep of con
tentment, and got up in the morning
with a sweet consciousness of im
pending evil forever removed.
But where was Peter? He did not
come to breakfast. He was not to
be found anywhere. For an hour
they hunted anxiously, when just as
Clorinda was peering under her hand
into the dark corner of the woodshed,
where Joe had climbed over the pile
to inspect certain old boxes and bar
rels, Peter flew right into the inspect
ing Josepha's face with aloud exult
ing "Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-a-dacut!"
and the astounded and confounded
woman screamed out—
"Clorinda Mills! for the land's
sake! As sure as you're born, Peter's
laid an egg!"
This.settled the matter. The sis
ters had never kept chickens in their
lives before, and had taken it for
granted that Mrs. Emerson would
not sell them a hen, and indeed it was
an oversight on the part of the good
woman herself. But this unexpected
development consoled Clorinda and
Joe for the weakness they had shown
about killing their pet, even for the
solemn least of Thanksgiving Day.
To kill a white Brahma pullet would,
have been the slaughter of the goose
with the golden eggs over again,
So Josepha went at the making of'
and baking of her pies with joyful
alacrity, and Clarinda had just laid
the codfish on the table to flake and
soak it for dinner to-morrow, when
the door opened, and Mr. Hough
stumping in, laid down on the near-1
est chair a plump young chicken, a
bag of cranberries and a big red cab
bage.
"I knowed ye had squashes
'nough," he said, looking out of the
window straight at the pump hand
le, as if nobody was in the kitchen,
"and—and—well, she alters looked
out fur ye Thanksgivin', and I alters
calc'late to."
Then he stumbled out of the door,
drawing the back of his hand across
his eyes. And they had their chick
en pie, though Miss Joe's experiment
was a
failure
The Electrical Corset.
I've always been opposed to this
I girl's time with his attentions. At
have devised a remedy.
ou 11 have pies enough. electrical corset solves the difficulty.
It will no longer be possible for a
kiepM,e^
4 culablc. We shall no .more of
to
compared with liiin.'
"Do tell! Well, we've cosseted him
up so! He's eet and eet all he could
swa'.ler and it would be strange if he
didn't
fV5 these hasty marriages which end so
The
mantosUp his'am* around a
^. girl's waist or lay his head upon her
shoulder without sriving
8Umniarily
aud'Clor,nda,
an}on? tone Df society
my that can hold a candle to l'e-
upon
the alarm.
The "ting-a-ling-ling" will instantly
brina: her pa, ma or big brother into
the room, and the offender will be
rejected,
Pwtri(ii Pni
„. The electrical corset has a great
future. Its influence upon the moral
is destined to beineal-
-have
speedily in thedivorcecourts. Many
a young man, under the inspiration
of the moment when his arm is en-
circling a girls waist, breathes a love
which he would otherwise have left
untold. This is all wrong. Theelec
trie corset will put an end most ef
fectually to this practice.
But let his parents be on their
guard. These boys will devise means,,
to beat the electric bell of this new
corset just as the conductors did the
bell punch.—Boston Herald.
Natural Location,
"What did Solomon do besides
build the temple?" asked a little girl
who
house,'with an attachment so evi- "He wrote the dictionary." "Does
dent the old lady more than re- the bible say so?" queried the sister,
turned it. with wide eyes of believing interest.
But at last November came. The I "I don't know as it does, in so many
Governor's proclamation was read words, but he was the wisest man
from the pulpit: tour squashes were and that's the wisest book. So ot
stored on the upper pantry shelf course he wrote it."
thirty had been driven off in Mr. This original method of reasoning
Emerson's wasron to delight the souls
was
of hungry railroad workers with younger member of the family who
abundant pies through the winter, had come up to listen to theconver
and in Miss oe's purse fi—the re-:
at once replied,
evidently admired by a still
sation.
"Well, Tommy kins, what do- you
know about Solomon orhis temple?"
asked the brother jocosely.
"Everything/' was the stout reply.
"Oh, you do, do you? Well, where
was his temple?"
"You must think I'm smart/' an
swered Tommy in scorn.
"Ob, you dou't know, you don't
know!"
A,.
"ido,«oi|b
"Well, waere was it then?"
"On the side of his head, same's
'twould be in anybody!" replied
Tommy in conclusive triumph.—
Youth's Companion.
Ho Tried a Conundrum.
Ic was 11:30, but the young man
could not tear himself away. In one
of the pauses in the conversation the
sound of snoring in some of the up
per rooms reached the cozy parlor,
an(^
his face lighted up with the joy
ofa„8.u'9.®n d.'8COVery
"Miss Chuckster," he said, "why is
your house like a good line of rail
way?"
"I cannot imagine, Mr. Hankin
son."
"Because it is well equipped with
sleepers."
"Ha! Very good, Mr. Hankinson.
Do you know why you are like a rail
way from Potato Hollow to St.
Louis?"
"No. Why?"
"Because, answered Miss Chuck
ster, sweetly, "you don't seem to
have any terminal facilities."
Puzzles in Relationship.
From the Dea Moines Leader.
Two Polk County widowers had a
grown daughter, and each took the
on.
9
"a"Khter as his Becond wife,
ihrough these marriages children
were born to each. These children
now reside in Polk County. What
was the relationship between the
two men and their wives, and in
what relationship did the chidren
2™*
and to the oW
i-1 4 farmers were fathers
in-law to each other and also sons*
THE THANK8GIVINQ DINNER.
Around the riehly-laden board
The family ore clustered.
Where'* up
mid the glorious,tempting hourd
The hnnsewile's xkiil hath mustered,
Ii nuglit can bring morn jo.vous ease
Tlmn this, call me a sinner
Or anything but not late, please, T-
To the Thanksgiving dinner.
We wnnder far apart- at times,
But here in sweet communion,
Forget the jots of other climes,
In the yenr reunion
Whate'er the threads of Joy ot pain
Keeled off by Time, the spinner,
How blest to gather 'round again,
The dear Thanksgiving dinner.
What rhymester could enumerate
Such joys, or name some sweeter
Their kinds and number are too great
To liarnegfen be in metre.
Sufficient it, indeed, must be
To find one's pelf a winner,
Of all the welcome jollity
That crowns Thanksgiving dinner.
A POET OF THE FAITH.
Old Stephen threw up his head and
snorted like a "glandered horse."
"Doan lub him! AV'y, blast my crap
ef I ain't er gret mine ter take dat ox
bow out daf an' wrop iter round you
'bout to' times fur de ignunce dat
you has 'spressed oil disyar day.
Whut, you talker bout not lubin' er
man o' 'fluence! Come, now, Mandy,
neber let me yare you make sich a
po' folks' sklamation ez dat ergin.
Lenune- tell you, I blebes in the
Lawn an' looks ter Him ez much ez I
ken. but ez slio ez I lib I'd ruther
you'd marry a rich sinner den er op'
angel. Cazewhy? I'll' splain why.
It's bercaze I sees dat de white folks
is de same way. Da goes ter church
an' lissrns ter de preacher talk ergin
money, an' de naixt day you sees
em'er chasin' suthin' fitter break dar
naiks.
"Whut is it da's chasin'? De sal
vation de soul? No, honey, da's
chasin' er dollar up de hill and down
by de branch, roun' de co'n crib an'
o'ber in die new group'. An' who is
dat man stan'in' dar'
er clappin' his
han's un' yellin' 'go on, go on!' Dat's
de preacher, honey an', lemme tell
you, it ain't no show thing dat he
doan' head dat dollar off an' ketch
it hisse'f. I'se talkin' to yo' heahi
mow, chile!"
'-I'es, sab," the girl replied, "the
money giner'ly talks to der head,,
but dat ain' whut de hones' 'oman
wants. She wants suthin' ter talk
ter de heart."
"Neber mine de heart," the- old
man rejoined. "Neber mine dalr, fur
ef de head ain't all right de heart
gwino ter git left. Kight yaoe
want ter sayer word ter youi De
naixt time dat nigger Sim Posey
comesyarl wants you ter tell him
not ter make no mo' tracks an dis
yare lan'. Needn' drop dat lip
needn' try to make no skuse ter dat
feller, fur if ha keeps on comin' roun'
yare hegwine be sprized one deze
days ter find hisse'f loaded down so
heavy wid buck-shot dat he kaint
walk. I'se blowin' de warnin' ho'n
now an' you better barken ter de
echo darof."
Sim Posey was a poet and was
consequently regarded as the most
trifling negro ip the neighborhood.
Mandy first met him at
"•*p3
7*^ spiihki?
CHAPTER I.
LD Stephen
Filter was so
black that he
was sometimes
referred to as
"The Burnt
S
was, though,
envied by nearly all the colored gen
tlemen on the adjoining plantations,
not on account of any physical or
even mental superiority, but because
the old fellow owned an excellent
track of land and was reputed to be
the possessor of several thousand
dollars in cash. Mandy, Stephen's
daughter, was, ot course, the belle
of the neighborhood. She had in
herited her father's depth of black
ness in fact, she had gone to a great
er length in the line of inheritance,
and had largely partaken of the old
man's kidney feet. The father's
affections were centered upon the
girl and, in the evening, when bull
bats, and triumphant bellow, caught
the droning black bugs that labored
through the hazy air, he was wont to
sit under a squash vine that grew
about the door and think of the
time when she would be the wife of
an Influential man.
Mandy had been taught to hold
disdain the matrimonal negotations
of the commonplace young fellows*
of the neighborhood, and BO faith
fully had she carried out the old
man's instructions that for him the
future held but few fears of family
degeneration. In his vainity he had
often said to her: "Mandy, money
an' ground dat'll raise big years o'
c-o'n an' monster stalks o' cotton is
things dat talks wid de loudest voice
in dis yare's ciety o' our day an'
time darfo,' look out fur deman wid
de right sorter 'fluence."
"Spozen I doan lub de man dat's
got whut you calls de rijjht sorter
'fluence?" she once asked.
BMOU
Cy­
press, ia watering place. He had
fLedid
one hither to enterhyn the guests.
not write his rhymes, indeed
he knew not a letter of the alphabet,
butrecitedthem. Mandy was charm
ed by him. He had sung of her eyes
and teeth and had paid a high com
pliment to her* ambling walk. He
had called upon her several times at
her home, and as he had come dress
ed in a suit of blue broadcloth (and
this too shortly after a steamboat
a ptain lost a suit1 of blue clothes)
old Stephen seemed to be kindly dis
posed toward him, but when, the old
fellow learned that Sim was a mere
singer ot rhymes, to frowned npon
him so darkly th^t the poet, with a
sort of nervals and trembling Bum.
"Hostile gwlne ter fain,
I seeslch ^Wack cloud." I
"Yas/' the old man replied, ''yas
it te gwineterrain. Qwfne terirain
pitebforin.too*Ww
One evening, a short tiipe alfer the
old moa bad jMdf thf wk^hot
5-
W
V&Vtae?
r''W*
threat, Sim, after slyly picking hi*
way through the woods, called qt
Mandy's house. He found her sitting
in the Bhaded doorway, singing a
soft and melancholy Bong. All that
kept her Irom blushing.when Sim Bur
prised her was the extreme darkness
other complexion.
"Law, Sim," she exclaimed, "of you
doan git erway frum yar dady'll fill
you up wid buck-shot/'
"Wall, he ain't ap'ter do it right
now, caze I seed him goin' ober tow
ard do sto'. Look yare, sweet chile
o' natur, I got ter mnrry you, caze I
jest nachully kain't he'p it. W'en I
sees you de birds'gins ter sing wid
er new tune, an' de rosebud whatyis
tiday wan't able to open its lips
busts out in er joyful laugh o' full
bloom."
"Sim, please go erway.. Ef you
doan dady'll shoot you."
"Ter ine," Sim continued, "you is a
lamb dat libs in de fresh clover, de
bird dat sleeps in de honeysuckle
vines, an' at mornin' drinks de sweet
dew. Now I gwine talk bizness. Ken
you git yo' dady interested in de
camp-meetin' dat da gwine ter start
ober by de creek?"
"I reckons so, but what good dat
gwine do?"
"Neber mine. You git him worked
up an' w'en you does doan you go
wid him at night. Doan ax no ques
tions, but do ez I tells you. One
word fo 1 go. Ef yo' dady gins his
consent will you marry me?"
"You knows I would."
"All right. Good-bye."
CHAPTER II.
The daughter evinced such interest
in the welfare of her father's soul
that the old man was deeply moved.
He went to the camp-meeting and
became much concerned. He was
getting old and might not live but a
little while longer. He had not paid
enough attention to his soul. He
wanted, as nearly as possible, to
make good the precious time which
he had lost.
One night, while at the mourners'
bench, he thought that he felt a
change of heart, and as he rode
along the lonely road towards home
he continued to pray. Suddenly a
voice from over head startled him:
"Stephen Filter Stephen Filter!"
"Whoa. Who dntcallin' me?"
"Stephen Filter, look ter yo' soul?"
"Lawd hab mussy on me Lawd
hab mussy. Whut mus' I do?"
"Stephen Filter, preach de gospul
o' be Lawd."
"I kain't preach oh, Lawdy, dy
sarvent kaint preach."
"Stephen Filter, on Thansgibiu'
Day er man will come ter yo' house.
Gib him yo' daughter an' let him
tailie yo farm while you preach."
"Who is-de man?"
"Er poet o' de- faith. Stephen Fil
ter, you hab made- ernarrer 'scape.
The-oldi man whipped up his horse.
Sim come-down out of a tree.
The next morning,, at breafast, the
old man's face-wore-am expression of
deep concern^.
"Mandy, ain't termorrer Tlianks
gibin' Dav?"
"Yasv
sah-."
"Mandy,. would: you like- for meter
preach de Gospul?"
"Yes, sah ef you feels like it."
The, next day, at quite- an early
hour Sim arrived
"W'y,. good: mawnin?, Mr. Poet
good mawnin', sah. Hain't seed you
lur some time. Glad you come.
Look yare^ I's got er bout er nuff o'
de folishnuss o' dis worl% an' it
strikes me dat I oughter preach.
Hole-ober yare an' lemme tell you
sutoin'. Dat daughter&' mine lubs
you. She do fur er fact.. Now, I tell
you whut 1 want. I want you ter
marry her dis day."
"Wall,, sah I think I ken 'commer
date-you'.."'
Shortly afterward1 th» eeremony
was performed..
"Dady," Mandy said1,, when the old
man got up from the dinner table,
"whar you gwine?."'
"Gwine ober ter-Mtaunt Salem ter
preach dis ebenih', May die Lawd be
wid: you,, my chillun."
©MM P. READ.
Karrgaroos to be fmported.
We' are assured on what seems
goodi authority that the project of
importing kangaroos irato this coun
try is seriously entertained by sever
al enthusiastic and wealthy sports
men of the-west. The-animals have
been successfully-acclimated in Eng
land and! France^, and we are assured
that there- i» no reason why they
should not thrive bete-. The prac
tical extinction of the Buffalo has
left the- plains without any big game
of importance, and experinced
sportsmen declare that hunting the
kangaroo, as practiced in Australia,
is second in excitement and interest
only to killing the Buffalo. The
scheme iis not without commercial
importance. Kangaroo leather is a
very valuable product, and the an i
mals breed rapidly. The promoters
hope to be privileged to introduce
the new game at the beginning of the
warm season in Yellowstone park,
and to insure them for a few years
government protection and immuni
ty from senseless sportsmen.—Hele
na Independent.
In the Office of the Wrong Spe~
clallst.
A physican whose specialty was skin
disease one day saw a patient enter
his office. "Strip off your clothes!"
commanded the physician. "But,
doctor!"—expostulated the patient.
'"No buts!" exclaimed the doctor,
who was quick tempered "do-as I
bid you!" The patient doffed his
clothes and stood naked before the
dermatologist, who, examining him
closely, remarked. "My good sir, I
can detect no affection of the
skin in your case." The patient
smiled and replied: "True, doctor.
I came to consult you in regard to
my eyes."—Cincinnati Lancet-Clinic.
THE TURKEY.
Our gooddem of birds la the turkey. 'f
AH tbe bold*headed eagle is king,
And now whep the weather grows nnrkf
With politic out of the fling,
Other goods we may look at and long for.
White our hearts' are with thankfulness
puffed:
Bat toe Mrd of onr heartrte allxeady
Aad vaitln', poor dear, to geiTCnffrd.
ff &&*
ummr, IWTOIIIN.
—N»w York Joanal
AOfctiatit tfcfccr,
An Incident of the battle of Water*
loo, heard from the duke himself
was told by Lord Shaftesbury, the
philanthropist, to the late Sir George
Burns, in vrhose biography it is
given by Mr. Edwin Hodder. At
one moment in the battle the duke of
Wellington was left alone, his aides
de-camp having been dispatched with
messages A gentleman in plain
clothes rode up to him and said:
"Can I be otany, use, sir?" The
duke looked at him and instantly
said: Yes take that pencilnote to
the commanding officer" (pointing
to a regiment in the heat of the en
gagement.) The note was taken
and delivered, its bearer galloping
through the thick of the fight to
execute his commission. After the
battle the duke made every inquiry
but never could find out to whom lie
was indebted for this brave service.
He told Lord Shaftesbury that he
considered this one of the most
gallant deeds that had ever come
under his notice, seeing that it was
done without prospect of honor or
reward.—London Daily Ne ws.
Most men, otherwise strong in body and
mind, will become unhappy and break down
when afflicted with Rlienmatism. If they
would only try Salvation Oil they would
find relief at once. Price 25c.
All the keys or Windsor Castle were re
cently stolen, but even this does not inter
fere with the rapid sa'.e of Dr. Bull's Cough
Syrup.
The bank of England is negotiating with
the Imperial bank of St Petersburg for £1,
500,000 gold.
CHILDREN'ENJOY
Tbe pleasant flavor, gentle action and
soothing effects of Syrup of figs, when in
need of a laxative and if thefather ormother
be costive or bilious tbe most gratifying
results follow Its use, so that it is the best
family remedy known and every family
should have a bottle.
The 0'Sheai divorce case in London goes
by default, neither Parnell nor Mrs. O'Rbea
being present to give testimony.
When Babywns siclt, we gave hcrCtatorta,
When she was a Child, she
cried for Gastoria,
When she became Miss, she clung to Castorio,
When sho had fill ildren, she gave Wtem Cnstoria,
Bills will be introduced at the next session
of congress to amend the McKinley law ini
several respects.
TRADES AND OCCUPATIONSv
THE YOUTH'S COMPANION lor 1891 will'give'
nn instructive and helpful Series of Papers,
each of which describes-the characteirof some
leading Trade for Boys or Occupation .for
Girls. They give information as to the Ap
prenticeship required- to learn' each, the
Wages to be expected, the Qualities needed
in order to enter, and the prospects of Sac
cess. To New Subscribers who send $1.75 at
once the paper will be sent free to Jan. 1,
1891. and for a lull year from that date.
AddreBK,
THE YOUTH'S COMPANION, Boston, Mass..
The French engineerRenaulthasmadea
report to the ministry of works in favor ol a
bridge across the English channel..
Peace on Earth*
This is once more enjoyed by-.tlie rheumat
ic wise enough to counteract their progres
sive malady with Hostetter's Stomach Bit
ters. No testimony is.stronger than that
which indicates it as a source of relief in
this complaint. It is also eminently effective
ns a treatment for kidney trouble, dyspepsia,
debility, liver complai it and constipation.
Use it with persistence for the above.
R. Wagoner & Co., Chicago grain 'dealers,
have been forced to assign, baring sustained
severe losses recently.
The snving in clothing where Dobbins'
Eleen-le Soap is used, is twenty times the
soap bill. It is no new-experiment, but has
been so'd for 24 years. To-day just as-pure
as in 1865. Try it. Your grocer- has- it or
will order it.
There is one thing that money. oannot1do
it cannot impart to its possessor that real
refinement which marks the tme'lady. or
gentleman.
FOB A TONIC MEDICINE TAKE-: ATJLEN'^ IHRN.
Tonic Bitters. All genuine- b^ar the signa
ture of J. P. Allen, Druggist, St. Pault.Minm.
Don't ncglect to have your name
-plainly
painted on all jugs or-bottlos-that aro sent
to the store for vinegar,, molasses,, etc
Then you will be suro-to.get your own back
again.
Fon BRONCHIAI/ ASTHMATICA-NDPtiiiMON-ABY'
COMPLAINTS, "Brown's. Branchial*Troches"'
have remarkaltW-ourativeproperties. Soldi
only in boxes.
The Chicago government building: to-be
inning to -collapse.. A big cnaek. thirty feet
ong appeared in the-wallitoneday,.stopping
proceedings .iniJudge-Gi-eshami's- aourt.
An tmusual offer
—the one thatV made by the propri
etors of Dr. Sage's Catarrh Bemedv.
Unusual, but. made in good faith.
It's a renmu of $500 for an incura
ble case of Catarrh. If you have
But you
lave one,
Remedy,
What's incurable by any other
means, yields to that. By its mild,
soothing, cleansing 'and healing
properties, it cures the worst cases,
no matter of how long standing.
That's the reason the money can be
offered. There's a risk about it, to
be sure. But it's so small that the
proprietors are willing to take it.
Tho symptoms of catarrh are,
iioadache, obstruction of, nose, dis
charges falling into throat, some
times profuse, watery, and acrid, at
others, thick, tenacious, mucous,
purulent, bloody, putrid and offen
sive eyes weak, ringing in ears,
deafness offensive breath smell'
and tasto impaired, and general*
debility. Oiily a few of these
lymptoau likely to bo present at
•Jnce,
1r&
"'iftWft' "'V
©ticura
WERY HUMOR
9?
THE SKIN AND
!•'«"cy and
childhood, whethw
torturing, disfiguring. IteMng, burning, scaly,
crusted, pimply, or blotchy, with lots ot haln
torturing,
and every Imparity of the blood.whether slmpl*,
se.-ofalous, or heradltary, l» speedily, perma
nently, and economically cured by the CUTICUBA
the new Blood Portlier and greatest ot Hnmor
Remedies, when tin best physicians and allot her
remedies fall. Parents, save your children
years ot mental and physical suffering.
Sold everywhere, l'rlce, COTICCBA, 60c.:
SOAP, 2Sc. RESOLVENT, $1. Prepared by
Potter Drag and Chemical Conioratlon, Boston.
Send tor *7How to cure Skin Diseases/'
W Ilaby's skin arid scalp
49T beantlfled by COTICCBA
REMEDY
FOR mi N
scorn 1
EMULSION
•t
KJAP.
urifled and
"GT
Kidney pains, backache, and muscular
rheumatism relieved In one minute by the
TICDBA ANTI-PAIN PLASTEB. 35c.
Put to Flight by Porcupines.
Alt-bough it is a fact that there are
porcupines in this part of the state,
one is so rarely
Been
Jacobs
Of Pure Cod
Liver Oil and
HYROPHOSPHITES
of Lime and
Soda
1*- endtiB«t and described by leading
phyalolans bocaim
both
'\f%
that few people
are aware of it. John Weeks of
Friendship has lived on a farm there
for forty years, and it was not until
a few days ago that he had any idea
that he was living neighbor to such
thing as a porcupine: He was
digging potatoes in one of his fields,
when a dog that was with him sud
denly bristled up and made a dash
for a row of bushes along one edge
of the field a couple of rod» away.
The dog came out of the bushes as
suddenly as he had dashed in, and
with him was a little animal whieh
Farmer Weeks had no difficulty in
recognizing as a porcupine. The
dog was yelping at the top of his
lungs, and lost no time in getting
away from the spiny little beast he
had so inconsiderately attacked.
His nose and head were filled with,
quillstlieporcupineliadshed. Farm
er Weeks, provoked at the plight
his dog was in, rushed upon the por
cupine, wliieh remained at the edge
of the bushes, every quill erect, and:
attacked it with his hoe. The little
animal sqealed and shook itself un»
til its quills rattled like castanets*
Instantly two other porupines came
running to its aid, and they looked
so fierce and belligerent that Farmer
Weeks beat a retreat and followed
his dog, who had gone yelping home..
After the farmer and his family had'
pulled the porcupine's weapons
out of the dog's face and head.
Weeks took bis gun and went out
to shoot the* porcupines. He suc
ceeded in killing one of them, but the
other two- got away.—Hornellsville
6orrespondenfi» New York Sun.
'Tfc
4
the Cod Liver UU
and Hypoph mphItt* are the recognized
agpntB lattioeureof Coutumpthm. It Is
asipaiacatolbaa milk.
Scott'sEimrision
I
EnwlMhm. It
toaiwsfeftt Wittk Producer. Itittka
lor CONSUMPTION,
SmnAila, Bronchitis, Wasting Dis
eases, Chronic Coughs and Colds.
Aak.torScett'aEmulglon and takenbother.
umitimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig
ARCTIC. Extra heay.y^
for rough usage. Wears, till:
you're tired df it. Don'ttbuy/
a poor Arctic. Poorest invest- I
ment you can make. Buy. the
best. See that it is stampadi
Woonsocket."
WOOXSOGKKT
ll
4 4
Bend IbrCrtafcgmi
Mr
O. STlirGBAlIAlI.il
PATIKI^TS
P*q W. F. 1WVPBW,848 fen aV.
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lam anld w.
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sold Big |M
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