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Established By Win. Need, 1870. VOLUME XLII. FREDERICK RAILROAD Tliurmont Division Schedule In Effect October 27, 1912. Leave Frederick Arrive Thurmont. 5.50 a. m 6 25 a. m. 7.15 a. m 805a. m. 9 50 a. m 10.35 a. m. 1130 a. m. Except Sunday 12.20 p. in. 1.30 p. m. Sundav O-dv ’ r ' m. 2.00 p.m. Except Sunday 2.45 p.m. 4 15 p. m 5.05 p. m. 5.20 p. m 6.10 p. in. 6.15 p. m. Except Sunday 7.05 p. in. 830 p m. Except Sunday 9.20 p. m. 9.55 p. m. Saturday Only 10.45 p. m LeaveThuimont Arrive Frederick. 60)a. m. Ex ept Su ulay 650a. m 7 30 a. m 8 15 a. m. 8 20 a. m o 20 n. rn. 10 55 a. m 11-35 a. m. 12 30 p m. Except Sunday 1.20 p m. 3 05 p. m 3.48 p m. 5 20 p m 6.05 p. m. 6.30 p. m 7.20 p. m. 710 p. m. Except Sunday 8.00 p. m. 10.55 p. m. Saturday Only 11.40 p. in. Western Maryland R. Re schedule In Effect October 27, 1912 GOING WEST. Leave Leave Arrive Baltimore Thurm mt Hagerstown *4 50 A. M. 6.42 A, M. 7.50 A. M f7 45 “ UlO.iS “ *8.57 “ 10.41 “ 11 5o P. M •4.15 P.M. 610 P.M. 735 “ •y 00 “ 10.48 “ 11.50 ” GOING EAST. Leave Leave Arrive Hagerstown Thurmont Baltimore *4 15 A. M. 5.20 A. M. 7.20 A. M *6.50 “ 8.10 “ 10.20 “ f 12.30 P. M. 3.00 P. M. t 40 P. M. 2.53 “ 5.14 “ *.05 “ 5.14 “ 7.01 “ •Daily fßemains at Thurmont tDaily except Sunday. LIME. Agricultural And Building Lime at Isanogle’s Kilns I (lets, Im. f. o. b. cars Tliuniiont, 1 He. A. 31. ISAXOHLE, Tliurmont. 3ld. inch 81 If TRESPASS NOTICE. Notice is hereby given to all persons not to trespass with dogs, guns, fishing or cutting down of any timber upon my mountain land, home place or the Will hide place, or on any land belonging to me wherever situated, as the Law will be strictly enforced against such person or persons. MRS. CHARLES SHIPLEY. July 16 tf THE OLD RELIABLE MUTUAL INSURANCE CO OF FREDERICK COUNTY. Organized 18HL Office—4d North 3larket Street Frederick, Md. A. C. McCardell, 0. C Warehims President. Secretary. SURPLUS $25,000.00 No Premium Notes Required. 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If you have experimented with other treatments and have failed to find a cure do not be discouraged but send for a trial of this wonderful truly meritous remedy which is a scientific compound discovered by a Professor of Vienna University, and is being recommended by thousands, apr 6 lyr The Catoctin clarion. A REAL THANKSGIVING By DONALD ALLEN. F I was a girl 1 wouldn’t go /j walking too far," said old llV* lj ' ucle Hebert as a girl of JMjik 20 passed him on her way down to the gate of the _7rwff farmhouse. /ai "And why not?" she ask ed as she almost came to a T pause. "Well, according to my ideas, It’s joing to rain and snow and blow and nail, and when the storm does break she’s going to be a buster. You live |n the city and don’t know anything about the storms we have out here. I’ve seen It when we didn’t have a train along for four straight days.” "1 wanted to go to the postofflee to mail a letter.” ‘‘lt’s three miles there and back, and If I was you I'd put It off. Mebbo aomebody’ll be passing that you can send It by. Tomorrer's Thanksgiving, you know, and we are going to have ’he awfulest, biggest, nicest dinner anybody ever set down to. It's in your honor, you know. There’ll bo a turkey, a duck and a chicken; there'll be cranberry Bass, pumpkin pies, cur ■ant jell, sweet elder and apple dump tin’s; there’ll be ” "I think I’ll just walk a little ways. nyhow,” said the girl as she opened the gate and passed down the highway towards the village and the railroad depot. "And if you come homo as wet as a hen don’t say I didn't warn ye. It’s going to come, and it's going to be a buster.” Half an hour later, a middle-aged woman with a motherly face and voice came out on the steps and ask ad: "Pa. do you reckon It’s goln’ to itorm?” "Sure as ducks.” “Where’s Minnie?” "Oh, she's gone for a santer. I give nor warning. What’s she wantin’ to mall a letter for? I hain't mailed a “Tomorrer’s Thanksgiving, You Know.” letter nor got one In 20 years, and 1 guess I'm about as well off as most folks. I was going to ask her but for got it.” “Don’t you ask her a word about It," cautioned the wife as she came down to him. “I guess Minnie’s got something on her mind, and It hain’t none of your business. I reckon she'll tell me when she gels ready. Least wise. I hain’t goln’ to do any pump ing.” "Something on her mind, eh? That's funny. Didn't know that girls ever had anything on their minds except new clothes. Is that why she come visiting us all of u sudden?” “None o’ your business! I guess my own sister’s daughter can come and see me any time she takes a notion, and that without writing ahead. What’s on her mind, as nigh as I can make out, is about a young man. If I don't tell you you’ll worry the shirt off your back. Pa, you got to bo au poky as an old maid. You can’t see a pillar-case flopping on the clothes line but what you want to know all about It. Yes; It’s about a young man. They are engaged, and they’ve had a falling out, and she’s sorter run away from him to find out If he really cares for her.” "And she’s got scared about It and has written him a letter to tell where she Is?” queried the husband. "Go on! It’s probably a letter to her ma, though I didn’t see it nor ask. I hope she didn’t start for town. It’s going to storm for sure, and there hain’t but one house on the road whore she could find shelter. Look THURMONT, FREDERICK COUNTY, MD., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1912. jowu the road and see If you can oeo tSsr.” "Can’t see hide nor hair of any girl,” reported Uncle Robert after go ing out to the highway and taking a long look. An hour later, with both uncle and aunt fidgeting about their girl visitor, the black clouds that had been banking up for hours began to advance before a breeze that soon strengthen ed Into a gale. In five minutes the gray afternoon had become twilight. In fifteen there was cold rain and live ly hall, and Uncle Robert was blown Into the kitchen to exclaim; "I told her It was going to be a buster, and that she mustn’t blame uie. 1 started down the road to meet her, but Lordy what a storm! I couldn't get ten rods If I was to die for it!” Miss Minnie had reached town and mailed her letter and started back again when the storm broke. Before it came, she thought she could make out a human figure on the road ahead of her, but wasn’t sure. The very first gust picked her up and turned her around and deposited her under a roadside tree. She remained there un til the gale began to whip the branches off, and then let go her hold and ran for It. There were limbs fall 'ng all about her, and the hail stones peppered her until sho ran almost blindly. She hadn’t gone a quarter of a mile when, as she crouched and cov ered her face, she was struck by a flying limb and knew no more. It was the dim sight of the girl and the scream she uttered when hit, that sent the man who was clinging to the roadside fence back into the highway. Ho bent over the unconscious form nd picked it up and staggered back to the fence and followed It until ho saw a light and found the gate of a farmhouse. His lusty calls for help soon brought out a man. and the mnseless burden was carried Into the house and received by a woman. "I don’t know who she Is, but I 'ound her In the road,” explained her "escuer. ‘‘There Is blood on her hair, and 1 think she was struck down.” "We'll do all we can," replied the man and the woman together, "but you mustn’t look for much. We are mlghly poor folks. We hain’t got no camphor nor whisky, and ns for get ting a doctor out from town —It can’t be done tonight.” The girl was carried into the only bedroom and laid on the only bed, and when her wet clothing had been removed and she was between the sheets, the woman got a cloth and a basin of water and washed away the blood and whispered to the stranger; "I don’t think she’s bad hurt. She’s lust fainted away with the scare of It. When she opens her eyes I'll tell her to go to sleep, and she’ll bo all right In the morning," "Do you think It’s some young lady from the village?” asked the stranger of the farmer as they talked in whis pers In the outer room. “No, I don’t reckon so. I reckon It’s that new girl that arrived at Turner’s a few days ago. I saw her going to wards the village two hours ago.” "Arrived at Turner's! Say. man, are you sure? Is It a strange girl to the neighborhood?” ‘T’ve heard say It was Uncle Rob’s niece, and that she come from the city. What alls you, stranger? Does this storm upset you?” It wasn't the storm. Percy Kincaid had quarreled with the girl ho loved and had asked to be his wife. It was about nothing, almost, as most lovers’ ouarrels are, but pride on either side held off a reconciliation until the lover finally learned that Miss Minnie had gone on a journey and left no word for him. She was going to spend Thanksgiving week In the country. Within two days she had relented; within three he was making every ef fort to locate her, that he might patch up a peace. He had succeeded. He was going to throw himself on her mercy and ask Uncle Robert for a place at his Thanksgiving table. The storm grew fiercer as the night advanced. The girl woke and then slept a dreamless sleep, and the lover had long hours In which to ponder and think. When another day came even the cattle could not face the storm nor man move from his door. It was Thanksgiving day. At Uncle Robert’s there was a feast to be spread: at Bradley's there was hardly better than poorhouse fare. But the victim of the accident was no longer In bed, and the rescuer no longer cared about the weather, and the farmer folks looked at each other and smiled and whispered: "Even If we had a turkey and cran berry sauce I don’t believe they’d eat a single mouthful. They’ve just sorter found each other, and are tickled to death." And when at last they could make their way to Turner’s, and Uncle Bob stuttered and Aunt Harriet cried for joy. Miss Minnie asked in away that was almost heartless: "Why do you take on so? I never had such a lovely Thanksgiving In all my life!" (Copyright, 1912, by th McClure News* paper By idloatej A Family Newspaper—lndependent in Politics—Devoted to Literature. Local and General News. By ADELE MENDEL. O\V much easier It Is for the hostess of today to pre pare for a Thanksgiving dinner than it was for the hostess of a hundred years ago! Then it meant not hours, but weeks of planning, for the hostess had none of the conveniences or labor saving devices that we are so familiar with as necessities today. No Indeed, her dinner hud to be cooked on an open lire, not on a mod ern range or gas stove. Electricity would have seemed nothing less than a miracle. The simple utensils used In the home of the present day would have caused the greatest amount of astonishment. A lemon squeezer would have been regarded as a curi ous object, but then so would have been a food chopper, an egg beater, or a can opener. The coffee was always roasted and ground at home. There was no pre pared mustard, cocoa, vanilla, gela tine or prepared yeast. String beans, lima beans, asparagus or peas were not served in November. Tomatoes were called love apples and were not recognized as a vegetable. Every thing was home made, for groceries were not delivered at the house In sealed packages. There were few hothouse flowers such as we are accustomed to see adorn our tables. The flowers were all of the old-fashioned variety. Orchids were unknown, the chrysan themums were very small; roses were not like the roses of today, but car nations were used in abundance. Invitations had to bo issued a long time ahead to Insure a reply, If the guest resided at any distance. Verily, we have much to be grateful for, when we consider how many wonderful Inventions there have been to lighten the housekeeper’s labors. Now, when Thanksgiving Is cele brated In every state In the Union, there Is no one who hasn’t some thing to be thankful for. Thanksgiving ever is a day of pleasant reminiscences; a day when the family and friends are gathered around the well laden table In a spir it of rejoicing. Hospitality Is the characteristic note of the day and It really ought to be a pleasure and a gladsome task to plan a Thanksgiving dinner. The housewife of 1912 will be wise If she follows the example of her great grandmother and plans her dinner and table decorations In ad vance so that she will have little to do on Thanksgiving day. The decorations for a Thanksgiv ing table would be very effective If It had for Its main decorations the turkey. For, what Is a Thanksgiving dinner without a turkey? The table cloth around the edge of the table Is trimmed with large sized turkeys cut out of crepe paper In realistic color ing. Paper turkeys hold the place cards. The same bird ornaments the napkins. Small baskets trimmed with chrysanthemums hold tho salted al monds. For the center decoration of the table use a large dark red basket filled with ears of corn. The Imitation corn and leaves can be made of yel low paper with green paper for leaves. Wheat, oats, fruit, or flowers or anything In keeping with tho har vest Idea may be used. A college girl who has taken up the business of making table souvenirs and decorations has gone to America’s early history for the appropriate lit tle things used at Thanksgiving. Tak ing tho year 1630 as the proper peri od for her charming trifles —the year In which the first Thanksgiving was celebrated In Boston —the clever girl has turned out little puppets dressed as the Pilgrim fathers, Indians and many a fair Now England maid known In song and story. She has made crude cardboard houses, covered with log-cabla paper, and for the animals PRETTY DINNER TABLE used by the first settlers she goes to the toy store, where suitable and' chi'ap tellies are found. For the finer Thanksgiving tables shi! arranges, her New England scenes of those long ago times are as Instruc tive as they are beautiful. Tho cen ter of the table Is always used for the picture she wishes to represent, and there, with her quaint dolls, her Puritan maids and men, her primitive homes, wigwams, wild turkeys, deer, ducks, cannon and what-not, she will turn out pictures as amusing to grown-ups as to children. Some of this brilliant woman’s no tions could be copied at home with very little expenditure. The history books give any number of pretty scenes to copy from and by choosing the least elaborate the work would be lessened and the effect bo just as good. For instance, there was always a blockhouse in ye olden days, with can non before it, and turkeys were roast ed in the open air, and there were piles of corn when the harvest was in and so on. In a farm home it would be easy to have dried oars of corn about, shucks and till showing, and in a city curs of popcorn could be used. Take the blockhouse scene and pre pare tho picture for the possible in vasion of hostile Indians. Cover a square cardboard box with brown pa per for the log house; trace over it with black crayon a rude imitation of logs, cut slit windows, put on a rough chimney and leave the door half open, with a little doll, dressed as a Puri tan child, peeping out. About the blockhouse group some toy pine trees, one or two Puritan men, two maids and maybe a friendly Indian with feathered headdress. The maids and child are dressed In grave gray gowns with white kerchiefs and caps, and the white men wear buff colored knee breeches, red waistcoats and green or gray tall coats. The good Indian wears war paint and, maybe, drags a cloak of fur behind him. Dolls for tho purpose can bo had at 10 cents apiece—four Inches high—and they could bo dressed In tissue paper. They are held to the table with long block headed pins, or rather to a board upon which the scene is set and afterward covered over In suit able manner. One of the metal tur keys, sold now in all the candy and toyshops for Thanksgiving, could ap pear In the scene and also a deer and a fat goose. The birds and animals can bo had from five cents up. All the things mentioned in these dramatic times could be symbolized with pretty trifles bought at the ten cent store or elsewhere, for favors. The following things are seen and are all suitable; Papier mache pumpkin pies, candy boxes made like ears of corn, kegs, cannon, Indian baskets and tomahawks. Tho kegs were al ways a part of tho New England Thanksgiving, and they held root beer —made by the Indian women — and molasses, .which was used for the pies famous to this day. Another amusing Idea for a Thanks giving table scene could ho a dem onstration of the great progress of the years. This scone might hold a paper aeroplane, an automobile, little French bandboxes and dolls dressed to depict the various races that have invaded the country. There could be a negro, a Chinaman, a Russian Cos sack, an Indian laborer, a German, a Frenchman and so on. There should be little Amerlcn flags for souvenirs or trimmings, flag candy boxes and plenty of red, white and blue ribbon tying souvenirs, place cards and menus. All the candy holders made for tho season show some red, white and blue, while the paper napkins and table covers have Just the right things In their rough picture borders. CAUSE FOR THANKS BISHOP E. H. HUGHES. “Give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.” —Psa. 30:4. If the spirit of gratitude Is to be awakened in the hearts of those who receive this Thanksgiving message. It will be necessary that we think to gether of some ground that Is unmis takably common to all. It Is prob ably true that. If we wished to do so, we could find reason for thankful ness in th-’ material side of our lives; for we have not, been reduced to star vation or nakedness or homelessness. But without doubt there would be vast differences among us In this respect Some of us have walked with steady feet up the ascent of prosperity. Oth ers of us have slipped down the hill, which we had before climbed toward ease and Independence. From tills you will see that If our thankfulness Is to be unanimous. Its field must be above our differences In situation and In opinion. Our grati tude must go up toward him who la the owner of the earth, with Us sil ver and gold: toward him who by the discipline of the world’s suffering pre pares men for the painless and death less country; toward him who pre sides over all our partisanship and Is to be at last the ruler of all rulers. In this effort to gain a common and lofty ground for our gratitude, let us raise our thanksgiving to the very highest thing and let us heed this an cient commandment, “Give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.” You will note that this text con nects thanksgiving with remembrance. Perhaps more than any other day In the year this holiday Is a day for a personal retrospect. The only dale which would challenge Its field In this respect is New Year’s day, and that, as even Its name indicates, looks for ward rather than backward; It Is a day for resolves rather than for re membrance. Whatever may be the rea son for a man’s gratitude, It has to do In some form with his memory. If he Is thankful for his future It Is because he throws Into It the confi dence that ho has won from his past. This is true In reference even to the gratitude that a man would feel for the promised heaven. He who Is thank ful for worldly success gives thanks because he remembers; he who Is thankful for bodily health gives thanks because ho remembers. And he who Is thankful for the highest things gives thanks at the remembrance of God's holiness. Thanking Is simply remem bering seasoned with Justice and rev erence; It Is thinking backward over the past and upward to Qod. It Is thought climbing from the lowest to the highest. It Is the mind travers ing Its old journeys, recognizing that God’s company was all along the ways, and lifting up here and there memories of the divine holiness. The word of the psalmist thus states the process through which one must come to his real thanksgiving. But wo have here given not merely the path along which gratitude comes, but also the goal which gratitude must reach. Unless a man’s heart arrives at God, the day is without meaning. An atheistic people could have no Thanksgiving day. Such a day with out God would be an eye with nothing to see, a voice with nothing to hear, a heart with nothing to love. It Is true that men might have a Thanks giving day wherein they should pass from house to house and from man to man. giving praise to human-kind for help, and friendship. ’ But In the ordinary sense a Thanks giving day Is Impossible without a God. It Is the conception that he broods in holiness over our lives that alone gave the day Its historic begin ning and continues It until now. This psalmist thinker leads us straight to this thought. True gratitude cannot stop short of God. It ever a man Is the victim of his own unfalth, It must be on Thanksgiving day. He cannot bo grateful to nothingness. At that time no man can really get on unless he has a God. In deepest truth ho can have no gratitude because It Is Impossible for him to obey the com mand, “Give thanks at the remem brance of his holiness.” Thanksgiving, a Hunger Festival. “There Is a story—loved by all Gei\ manic people, and haply by the rest of mankind who know It—of gold shining at the bottom of the rushing river of ages. No atom of It was ever taken away, because It was guarded by the Immortal vigilance. Man's faith has always been that the gold of autumn between the shores of the hills will gleam In Its place until the divine forsakes It. He has al ways worshipped the god of tha yeb low corn. “Thus Thanksgiving Day has per haps within Itself two elements of perpetuity. It Is the festival of th* two hungers—the hunger of the fields, and the hunger of the harvester that he may himself escape the law of the harvest, which Is to perish.’’—Man suy's Magazine. Terms SI.OO in Advance. NO. 37. \ PUMPKIN PIE VISION By WILBUR D. NEBBIT. Old Doddridge ate big frugal lunch Of milk and pumpkin pie, And (ell to musing, as he ate, Of days that wrrs ( gone by. Jyj The pie a rich aroma To his reflectlva W brain, oh, the picture* It called up— ■” J I An old-time country 'LW y TAn old-time country f fJLvJ lane, with grass V ’AJI All straggling by tha “ Bide; A boy, who trudged along the path, With basket at his side — A jolly boy, whose eyes wore keen. Who felt inclined to sing, And saw the glory of the fall. And fun In everything. And then he saw a comely girl, With cheeks of honest red, Who smiled at. him with sunny glance Andtossed her Emgrornß shapely head. OTfeyfi™ He saw the old schoolr house again, • And heard the teach- < aW-> er speak; . And on the roads of I frozen snow I He heard the wag- I I ons creak. j He saw the shellbark 1/ /7 I hickory tree; T He saw the kitchen He saw the pantry shelves again— y With pumpkin plea I**' galore; ** -—* He sniffed the tang of elder sweet— The bloom of days gone by— And then old Doddridge wakened up And ate his pumpkin pie. IN EVERYTHING GIVE THANKS Knowledge of God’a Love and Powsr la the Supreme Cauaa for Thanksgiving. Abundant harvests, national pros perity, peace and security under ■ government of our own choice —these are certainly grounds for thanksgiv ing In which every citizen can and should take part. But It Is quite possible—ln fact It Is a common ml* take —to accentuate these and other outward blessings In such away aa to make It appear as If, without them, we would as a nation have little or no ground for thanksgiving; whereas the strongest reason for universal thanksgiving would still remain U none of these were present. The knowledge that Qod loves the world, that he reigns supreme and controls all forces, and Is overruling all events to the ultimate overthrow of everything that Is evil and estab lishment of absolute righteousness— that Is the supreme causa for thanks giving In ns far as the things of this world are concerned. But national thanksgiving can nev er be anything more than a hollow sham unless the hearts of the wor. shlpers are warmed by personal gratitude to God for his personal love and care and protection, and foi the precious and exceeding great promises which he has given us. No heart can be truly grateful to God that has not learned to trust Qod and to see his hand and his love In all the experiences of life. PUMPKIN TIME IN BUGVILLI. Greedy Bug— Oracloual If I could only get one of those puxnpklna home, what One pies we could have tot Thanksgiving! All Hava Joys. While many have sorrows, all have Joys, and these are the supreme oc casion of thanks. “Oh, give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good, fer I.ls mercy endureth forever!” exclaims the psalmist, who at another th.u ob serves: "Out of the depth erkd 1 unto the Lord and ho heard me."