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VOL. XXXVI.
SALEM, N. C., THUESDAY, NOVEMBEK 29, 1888.
NO. 48.
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Ireland's population is
the rate of G0,000 a year.
increasing at
New Jersey comes to the front with t
water trust. This is a brand-new kink.
Since the 1st of January twenty-eight
different men in this country have mur
dered "iris who refused to marry them.
The census of 1800, preparations foi
which are already being made, promises
t. show in the United States a popula
ti nof more than 70,000,000r
It is estimated that one-half of all the
imiinrred into the I'nited States
7
arc consumed in
patent medicine.
tho manufacture oi
The tree from the milk of which the
india rubber of commerce is made grows
well in Southern California, and exten
ivn tirenaratious arc beini made foi
- i i
planting it.
A new device of the Patriotic League
of France is to engrave on monumentj
the figures 18T0-18-, the blank being
the date of the War of Revenge, whicL
is left to the imagination.
reports of the Hpdrographic
at Washington declare that tht
tonnage of the world is nearly
that of steam, and that this re
lative proportion is likely to be main
a A w
taincd.
The
Bureau
hailing
double
The king cruiser of all will be tht
last ordered by the British Admiralty, tc
be named the Blenheim. t"hc will be ol
VtOOO tons, with twin screws, engines ol
20,000 horse power, and a speed oi
twenty-two knots.
Halifax, Nova Scotia, claims to be the
healthiest city on the continent, the
death rate the past year having been
lower than in any other American city.
Not a single case of diphtheria has bce,c
reported within the last six months.
According to the Jetcish Gazette, of tht
241 clothing manufacturers in the City
of New York 231 are Hebrew firms. Tht
Hebrews are also largely engaged
cigarmaking, employing over eight thou
sand hands and producing over six hun
dred million cigars yearly.
THANKSGIVING.
Wo look to the hills for rest;.
For strength we turn to the sea;
For the boon of these, and fair bequest
Of teeming lands to the seaways, we
With joy give thanks.
Best thanks for the favor is
The fullest use of the gift;
And pleasure expressed is song of praise,
And praise is a prayer whereby we lift
Unceasing thanks.
Now at the time of the feast, .
And of bursting granaries,
Now sound of scythe on tha grass has ceased,
And reapers rest, with a smile of ease,
Do we give thanks.
But now at the feast, alone,
But ever, from June to June,
While the harvest is budded and blown,
By the glad thought of the heart in tune.
Do we give thanks. .
By full deep pleasure one has,1
And so by he weet, swift joy,
A light of color and bloom of grass,
Or the touch of winds, unceasingly
Do wo give thanks.
For suns that mellow the fruit;
For strong, clean winds and the snows
Like a fold of fleece upon the root
Of the oak, and the root of the rose,
Do we give thanks.
For dews and for warm, soft rains,
That infuse new blood in the wood,
For the herb and vine that flushed the lanes,
Through waving fields at the Summer's
flood,
Do we give thanks.
For thrill on the line of nerves.
That leap in a quick response
To music's touch, and the thrill that serves
As the soul's applause to eloquence,
Do we give thanks.
i" '
For strength of the firm, lithe limbs,
And wealth of body and long
Deep reach of thought, and hope that skims
Like a bird, our heaven for light, with
song,
Do we give thanks.
For subtle force of the brain's
Keen power, and the fire thereof
For the jubilant blood in Our veins,
That leaps and bounds, when life is enough,
Do we give thanks.
By vigor of brain aud thought,
By reach of t he sympathies,
By much well doing and pleasure wrought
By color of fields and flow of seas,
Do we give thanks.
Jennie Maxwell Paine.
"Splendid, are they?" Baid
smiling good humoredly at his
EUton,
excited
little wife. "Well, I'm glad of that.
But, Lizzie, I forgot to tell you - "
What is it, Frank!" with a half-
startled air.
You're going to have some company
that you hadn't calculated on," said he.
'Who, Frank? JNot Abby Harte?"
'No, - It's a - wrinkled little old
woman, witn a regular little old-fash
ioned cloak and quilted hood, with a
mob cap under it. She's waiting at the
l'oint for her baggage to be unloaded, so
thought I'd inst step up and give you
a word of warning."
"Baggage!" cried Lizzie, in conster
nation. "What baggage? Is she going
to stay?"
doesn't object, and we may be feeble and
friendless ourselves some day."
"Frank don't know what he's under
taking" said Aunt Rhoda. "I hain't as
much patience with the old creetur' as I
should hev had, ef she hadn't squandered
away all her money, buyin' lottery
tickets. She wouldn't hear to no one's
advice. Barbara Babcock was as
obstinate as a mule."
But Susie Starkey nodded approval to
her friend.
"I think you are doing right, dear,"
she whispered.
So they all ate their Thanksgiving
dinner, with many compliments to Liz-
zie's housewifely achievements; and just
as they were sitting around the fire,
cracking nuts and drinking home
brewed cider, Uncle Lemuel uttered a
cry of terror.
"Look at Barbara Babcock!" said he.
"She's got another stroke!"
It was true. The poor little old
woman had eunk down, all in a heap, tn
her chair, with a pleading look in her
distorted face, and the words "Elizabeth
Ann" quivering on her lips.
And the Thanksgiving party was
broken up in dire confusion and dis
may. "Ef she was to die," mysteriously
- ' J A J. ! -3 " 4 11. J 1
"There's boxes and boxes!" said 'ifl , 1 woulu.u
Frank, laughing. . "And I'vehircd Billy ' th? b,f8' thins that could happen to her
Willett with his wheelbarrow to hoit . &Q1 h relations!"
u i i ! But Miss Barbara Babcock did not
vu-i iu nil; uvuov, 'A' CI
4i,,f t?rtu ;? wu i QIC 1U6
"Her name is Miss Barbara Babcock," i "e -raaPle Wotom blushed redly along
said the Captain of the Sea Mew. "She i -theA?df ? oft-the 8wamP8; , . .
comes from the State of Bhode Island, ! U this time she was quite helpless,
and she savs she wai a second cousin of . and her sole Pleasure ln looking at
your motK And she's coming to'pcnl ' bsl'S f JrW? SFf'K
Thanksgiving with you!" b 1 A7fet raned da,,J a foot of her
"Miss - Barbara Babcock!" repeated j "-'r.m ' X: " aZ,"?
Lizzie, her fresh face growing blank
lived on, all winter, into the
time when crocuses besran to bloom and
HER THANKSGIVING" DAY.
The Austrian " Consul at Yokohoma,
Japan, reports great difference in com
mercial morality between "the merchants
of China and Japan. The Japanese, ht
gays, are neither enterprising, nor up-
riirht. but the Chinamen are solid and
trustworthy in every respect.
Statistics have just been published, on
accidents brought about by avalauche
in the Tyrol of Switzerland. Last year
fifty-three people were killed. Tht
value of the cattle buried by avalanche?
is estimated at upward of $0000, whilt
the total amount of property destroyed
figures at $13 3,000.
Under the simplified drill of the Ger
man army the battalions will in future
learn . but three formations, the double .
column, the deep column (four com
panics following each other in company
coUulns) and the broad column. The
comi,any column is the basis of ! ali
formations and movements in war.
Joachim, the famous Hungarian violin
ist, is said to have hopelessly injured
one of his fingers in an endeavor to in
crease his technical skill. lie is not the
first man who has done this, as Schu
mann, the great composer, attempted
the same kind of experiment, in sever
ing some of the chords of his rijjht hand
in order to shorten the time of practice.
He was permanently disabled as a piano-!
player.
A St. Louis doctor has removed the
brain3 from a dozen different frosrs and
healed the wound and let them go.
They went oil as if nothing had happened
out of the usual, and it was plain that
they had lost nothing of value. A frog
which depended on his brains in
Bti ad of his legs would stand a mighty
poor show in a puddle near a school
bouse. ..
N. J. Colman, Commissioner of Agri
culture, has charge of the arrangementi
for the display of Americau agricultural
products at the Paris Exposition nexl
(pring. A large sum of money wa3 ap
propriated by tho general Government
to defray the expenses of the entire dis
play, and of the total amount $50, COO
was set apart for the
tcrcsts.
agricultural in-
Peoplc who fancy the newspaper re
porter's life is abed of roses observes the
New York Telegram, can have their ideal
cnanged by reading accounts of the
Chicago car riots. Reporters were tht
only passengers in the cars run through
howling mobs and showers of brickbats.
Several of them were badly injured,
i ney faced danger and duty, beside the
armed officers of the law, just as they
arc always facing the horrors of a scourge,
the fury of storms and blizzards and the
horrors of enormous con ?. aerations.
BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES.
LL day there had
been sweeps of
stormy rain, with
ragged fririgcs of
cloud above the
western horizon,
and a raw chilli
ness in the atmosphere.
"im atraid "
said Mrs. Elston,
glancing out of
the kitchen win
dow occaionally.
- as snc went about
her daily work, "we're gointr to have
a bad .Thankscivinsr day. Not but what"
one ought to be just as glad and thank
ful, whether it-rams or s-h.nes; but it is
provoking, when One has invited com
pany from a distance. And Lncle
Lenuel won't driue over from Bayport
with Aunt I.hoda. if it snows: and 6ue
Starkey can't ventuie. out in a storm,
with her weak chest', and everything
will go. wronjj!"
Toward night, however, the sun
burst triumphantly through the clouds,
lightning up the sombre aisles of the.
leatless woods with red gleams, and
touching with lines of lurid gold the
edges of the waves that broke sullenly
on Woodford Point.
"It'll ' be fine, after all," said Mrs.
Elston. !
And she burst into little roulades of
song, as she picked over the red Bald
win apples, set away the yel'ow, earthen
bowl of stewed cranberries counted the
pie?, and looked to' see if the turkey
was all plucked and dressed, ready for
the morrow's oven.
For Lizzie Elston kept rfeither cook
nor waitress, but depended. On herself
only for all thee household details, and
no one understood better the necessity
for a careful economy of time.
bhe had invited I ncle Lemuel and
Aunt I.hoda, from Bayport.Miss Starkey
her whilom schoolmate, now the teacher
of the nearest district school, and Mr.
ahd Mrs. Howard, who lived in the cot
tage beyond the sand dunes on the
beach." - -
It- was . the first Thanksgiving, that
Lizzie had- ever kept, and she was de
termined on having it a success..
"But all the preparations were com
plete at last, even down to the counting
of the ancient,' fiddle-shaped spoons,
that were an heirloom from Lizie's
grandmother, and the old cups and
plates, some blue-edged, and some cov
ered with impossible landscapes, in the
dullest shade of pink and the young
wife, looking down the road, saw Frank
Elston coming up from the wharf, a
dark silhouette against the red glow of
the sky.
"I'll go and meet him," she said to
herself.
For Lizzie had not been married long
enough to forget all these graceful mem
ories of the honeymoon time.
Frank Elston, the captain of the little
boat that plied between Bay port Land
ing and the nearest large town, met her
with a smile and a kiss.
"Oh, I know now who it is Frank! All
the relations used to dread Miss Barbara
Babcock s visits. She had no home of
her own, and was always wanderinir
about the country w ith her fancy-work
aud her receipt-book; and, oh, Frank,
she was such a bore ! I can't have her
here!"
"All right.tnen," said Captain Elston;
"I'll go back and tell her .so. Only,
Liz7ie " 4
"Well?" -
"Don't all this remind you a little bit
of the old story of the priest and the
devil:"
"But, Frank, when I've invited all the
neighbors!"
"Yes, exactly so," said Frank, twist
ing the end of his red comforter around
his linger. " 'Who is my neighbor?'
That's just the question that the parable
was intended to answer."
Li.zie stood a minute, silently think
ing. "Don't put yourself out, my dear,"
said the Captain; "she can get lodgings
at the Wharf easily enough. But Bhe s
very old and feeble, and
It'll make a dreadful pretty sort o'
' curtains," she said, in the strange
, tongue-tied way common to paralytics,
j "I'll finish 'cm when I'm better. I'll
! finish 'em, and Elizaberh Ann shall have
! 'era for her own."
The night before she died she suddenly
opened her eves.
Aunt Rhoda was sitting, needle-work
in hand, by her side.
"Mind," said she, "them silk hairs is
Elizabeth Ann's. I've gi-en 'em to her,
signed aud scaled in the paper under
my pillow. Mind you don't forett!"
""Oh, I'll not forget," said placid
Aunt Rhoda.
With the early dawn poor Bliss Barby
went to the home where, let us hope,
she was more welcome than she would
have been in earthly habitations.
'I don't want the silk rags," said I
Lizzie, when she heard of her quaint in
hcritance. "Poor thing! They were a
comfort to her, but of what use could
they be to me?"
"You'd better take 'em," said Uncle
Lemuel. "Sell 'em to the rag man, if
you can't make no better use of 'em."
"Xo!" said Lizzie. "I'll have them
THANKSGIVING.
When the trees are gray and bar,
And the snow is in the air, - -And
the frost is in the cod,
And the yellow golden-rod.
Like a fading sunset light.
Withers in a blackening blight;
And the dead leaves to and fro
Whirl about as the north winds blow
Then comes the old Thanksgiving time,
"When hearts in festal meetings chime.
When gay youth no longer sings
The clear carols of its springs,
And old age with stealthy tread
Up behind us steals, to shed
Winter snows upon the head;
Yet with age's frost and snow
Brings a light whose steady glow
"With an inner radiance scorna
Thoughtless youth's best night) and morns,
Then comes the old Thanksgiving time,
- And awakes a loftier rhyme.
Then, for all that builds up life
With its changing calm and strife
What I was the given base
Upon which I now can place
What poor figure I may have wrought
Out of all my life and thought
For the priceless providence
That hath made each nerve and sense
Of my boyhood but the germ
Of a growth more full and firm
For the blest inheritance
Of my parents' blood for chance
Even, and fate and circumstance
For the joy and sorrow turned
Into hope for wisdom learned
From my folly faith from doubt:
All within me or without
That hath helped the spirit weak
Its best life and truth to seek:
For all this, and more that, blind,
I cannot recall to mind
Thanks on this Thanksgiving day
I would render as I may:
On this dull gray day when earth
Hath no smile of spring or mirth.
And the dead leaves to and fro
Whirl about as the north winds blow.
Christopher P. Crane.
I understand," interrupted Lizzie;!.. . T ti;ri iri
and her loom for a month. And Melinda
j needs the work."
But when the balls of silk were un-
wound there were a hundred of them,
j more or less each ball was found to be
i wound on a ten-dollar bill, rolled into
i cylindrical shape and doubled over.
1 -i .. ,iii.. k;m .-. i 77i Pin.
trv Inr.kR which had pscaned like nnr I . .
. r .f. 11 K.,l. '- r t tOtt'S nOW.
Oi I)UIL iljlu wu? uuiucr Ol J-IIA&IG 9
"and she's my neighbor. I'll go back.
Frank, and warm up one of my chicken
pie for supper. I didn't intend to have
anything but bread and butter and cold
pigs' feet, but of course she is tired and
chilled, poor creature!"
"That's my own little girl!" said
Frank,' with a caressing touch to the
"The cotton planters of the South,
have Bhown," asserts the Boston Cu'tica
tor, "what cooperation among the farm
ers may accomplish in breaking down a
grasping monopoly.. A "jute bagging
'.. trust" attempted to force the planters to
pay exorbitant prices for the jute bag
ring used as a covering for cotton bales.
Experiments have been made with coarse
Button sheeting, which is much cheaper,
and which is considered satisfactory by
theew York Cotton Exchange and the
Liverpool Cotton Association. Thus the
cheap- sheeting will doubtless largely
take the place; pf artificially dear jute
jbaggiag."
"What have you eot in the basket.
Frank?" cried Lizzie, standing on tiptoe
to peep under the lid of the willow re
ceptacle that he carried. 1 .
"Oranges, puss!" said' he, with a nod
of triumph. "And some Concord grapes
that were left of .our last consignment,
and Bettley let me have 'em cheap."
"Oh, Frank, how nice!" exclaimed the
housewife, clapping her hands. "It will
be just what I want to give color and
decoration to my table. And I baked
the chicken pies to-day after your
mother's rec.ine. and I'm sure they are
i going to be perfectly splendid 1" .
red worsted hood. "I know just how
this sort of thing puts you housekeepers
out, but somehow I felt sorrow for the
old lady."
l.ut Lizzie could not help marveling a
little when Miss Barby Babcock arrived
on the scene, the was a little, dried-up
old creature, with black, restless eyes,
a cinuamon-colored "front," and a nose
and chyi that met in close proximity.
"So you are Mary Smith's darter, are
you?" said she. "I can jest remember !
yon when you were a leetle girl, knee
high to a grasshopper, sewin' patch
work. Well, I'm glad 1 thought of comin'
here to spend Thanksgivin'. Sea air al
ways did agree with me, and that's a
dreadful nice craft that your husband is
the skipper of. I shouldn't wonder,'
she added, as she began on her second
wedge of chicken-pie, "if I made upmv
mind to spend the winter here, and
finish my silk curtains. I'm a-makin'
silk curtains, Elizabeth Ann sewin'
strips of silk together, just like you sew
carpet-rags and when it's all done, I'm
goin to borrow Desire Johnson's old
room and weave 'em up into the prettiest
silk curtains you ever set eyes on. It'll
be a pie isant winter's work for you and
me won't it, Elizabeth Ann? P'raps
you've got some old silk gowns you
could spare?" she added, wistfully. "I
need a little dark blue and saffron-color
terror-cotter they call it nowadays.
Works in dreadful nice."
Lizzie iooked btwildered: but the
captain cheerily threw himself into the
breach.
"Oh, we haven't arrived at the
dignity of silk gowns yet, have we,
Lizzie?" said he. "Take some of these
crab-apples, Miss Babcock. They're
very fine."
The old woman sat down in the warm
firelight, rubbing her wrinkled hands
together.
"It's warm and comfortable here,"
said she. "I wonder I never thought of
comin' to Elizabeth Ann's before. De
sire Johnson didn't want me. She said
old folks was too much care. Lucy
Wilcox was too fine a lady to notice her
old Aunt Barby; and my Cousin Max
well as good as turned me out of doors,
But Elizabeth Ann is her mother right
over again the kindest-hearted creetur
that ever breathed. I'm glad I come
here to Thanksgivin. I guess I'll
stay."
She said all this aloud, in ner strange.
croaking voice, although she evidently
imagined that she was only thinking it.
"Frank," whispered Mrs. Elston,
snucirlinff close up to her husband, "I
think she is flighty, bhe'8 so very old.
you know; sne must do eiguty, at me
very least.'.
Who is my neighDorr' frame re
sponded, softly. "1 think your duty is
plain in this instance, my dear."
The little old relation was busy sew
ing at ner Dans oi parti-coiorea suk
strips when the Thanksgiving company
arrived,, next day, and she eagerly in
terviewed them as to the cast-off silk
dress question.
Each was of a different opinion, but all
weie adverse to the stranger.
"Lizzie, I wouldn't stand it 1" cried
Mrs. Howard, a gay young neighbor.
"An old crone like that, to come here
and settle right down on you, like the
Old Woman of the Sea! Why, I never
Konrrl aimVi immidp.nnp in mv lifrtV
Aunt Rhoda shook her head solemnly
"Barbara Babcock used to visit
around in York State," said she, "when
I lived there. She was a dreadful trial.
and there warn't hone of her relations
but was g'lad to be rid of her. I wouldn't
like to undertake the care of her I"
"But she's old, Rhoda," said Uncle
Lemuel ; and she's had a stroke or two,
folks say. I dunno what's to become of
her ef Elizabeth Ann sends her away."
'I won't send her away," said Lizzie.
She shall have a home here, Frftnk 1
it all for lottery
observed Uncle
"She didn't spend
tickets, it seems,"
Lemuel.
"Little crirl. what are you 'pondering
about':" said the captain to Lizzie, who
stood silently lookiotr out upon the
crreeninc woods.
"I was thinking," said Lizzie, "of last
Thankscivinjr Day. How thanklul l am
that tou wouldn't let me send poor old
Aunt Barbara back to ltnode isiana:
Not only because of the money, but that
I was able to take care of her all that
dreary winter when she waa ao helpless,
and had no friend but me."
The captain patted Lizzie's bright
head.
"So you'ro keeping your ThanksgiT-
ms Day yet: said he tenderly.
"Yes," Lizzie answered, "I'm keeping
my Thanksgiving Day yetr
A POOR MAN'S THANKSGIVING.
Let him who eats not, think be eats,
'Tia one to him who last year said,
"My neighbor dines on dainty sweets
And I on coarser bread."
He who on sugar angels fares
Hath pangs lneath his silken vest;
The rougher life hath fewer cares
Who fasts hath sounder rest.
If lean the body, light the wings;
His fancy hath more verge and room
Who fea&ts upon the wind that brings
The flowers of hope to b'.oom.
Bo, if no smoking turkey grace
This day my clean but humble board.
I'll think what might have keen my case
If rich, and thank the Lord.
2Co gout awaits my coming age, '
No bulbous now like lobster red,
To vex my temper into rage.
Or fill my days with dread.
Leave to the rich his roast and wine;
IVath waits on him who waits for all;
The doctor will be there by nine.
By twelve the priet will call.
ljvrd, in all wholesome, moderate ways
Keep me, lent it should hap be worse;
Teach one to fill his mouth with praise
Who never filled his purse.
THE UiNPROBATED WILL
Cooking the TlianksgriTiu? Turkey.
The Ainericm J'o-illri Turd thus di
rects: Choose a fat, tender turkey,
weighing six or seven pounds; pluck it,
carefully remove the pin feathers, singe
the bird -over the Maine of an alconol
lamp or a few drops of alcohol poured on
a plate and lighted; wipe it with a damp
towel and see tnat it is properly arawn
by slitting the skin at the back of the
neck and taking out the crop without
tearing the skin of the breast; loosen
the heart, liver and lungs by intrqdnc
ing the forefinger at the neck, and then
draw them, with the entrails from the
vent. Unless you have broken the gall
of the entrails in drawing the bird do
not wash it, for this greatly impairs the
flavor and partly destroys the nourishing
qualities of the flesh, lwist tne tips ot
the wings back under the shoulders, stuff
the bird with force-meat, bend the legs
as far up toward the breast as possible,
secure the thigh bones in th it position
by a trussing cord or skewer; then bring
the legs down and fasten them close to
tho vent. Pound the breast 1 ono down,
first laying a towel over it. Lay a thin
slice of salt pork over the breast to baste
it until sufficient dripping runs from the
bird. Baste it frequently, browning it
on all sides by turning it about in the
pan. Use a clean towel to turn it with,
but do not run a fork into it or you will
waste its juices. When it is half done
season it with two teaspoonfuls of salt
and one teaspoonful of powdered herbs.
When it has cooked about twenty min
utes to each pound, dish it and keep it
hot while you make a gravy by adding
half a pint of water to the dripping in
the pan, first taking off a little of the su
perfluous fat, and thickening it if de
sired with a teaspoonful of flour mixed
with two tablespoonfuls of cold water.
Serve the turkey hot with a gravy boat
full of gravy and a dish of cranbeny
sauce. The same direction for drawing,
trussing and roasting will apply to other
poultry and game.
The Gobbler's Fate.
A gobbler stood upon the fence.
When all but him had fled.
His form erect his tail outspread
And stately was his bead.
TV i u .
A THAKKSQIVINO STOUT.
h OO It as John
ii Austin was, he
4was made more
desperate by the
, . return of the fa
ther of hi wife
' (believed to be
.v dead) who came
a some 10 men
l SL
7A
h broken in health
'J a silent, "queer
Trypy man, as tne peo
pie of Bcachton
-A - called him.
When Jane
: - . t:.
Kill U HUW
old man had left her mother ana Her
self to battle with the world. No one
knew why or whither he had gone.
For twenty-five years nothing had
been heard of or from him. In the mean
time the mother had died, the daughter
married, and several little olive branches
had come to twine around the hearts of
the father and mother and make the
struggle for bread still more imperative.
For half a dozen years the old man
lingered rather than lived, apparently
purposeless save to wander in the woods
around the little inland village in sum
mer, shiver over the fire in winter and
constantly mutter to nimseit. men ne
quietly faded out from among the living
and was laid to rest in the desolate
graveyard.
Of where he had been during his long
A passing tramp be wrestled with
And bore him to the ground.
And now he hangs heels over head.
t thirteen, cents 9 pound, "
absence he never talked ; what he had
done was never known. His reapi ear
ance was as sudden and unexplained as
his departure. He came on foot and
alone, and the only thing certain about
him was his poverty,
The expense ol nis Keeping" naa
been a serious drawback to" the prosperity
of the daughter and her husband; those
connected with his last sickness and
death heavy. A single dollar added
the outlay of any man wnose only cap
ital is his hands and only income is from
daily toil is no light affair.
But a week previous to inanxgiving
the funeral had taken place used up
the last dollar of ready money and left a
debt to be paid. In the flickering light
of the fire husband and wile sat sadly
discussing the outlook, and gloomy in
deed it was. The last of the little brood
I had been tucked into bed, the fierce wind
of the Northern Winter was howling
without, the stars shone brightly but
coldly, and the low, heavy banks of
I clouds gave notice of a fierce snowstorm,
and the poor know but too bitterly what
inai means lor tnem.
John " said his wife, after a looz si
lence and with a. heavy sigh, "to-morrow
will be Thanksgiving, and the chil
dren are reckoning upon a good dinner."
1 es," be replied, with b s head
bowed and tears in hie eves, "but the
good Lord only knows where it is to
come from. The care and death of your
father I don't say it complaining, wife,
for you have repaid it a thousand times
has not only taken the last cent, but
eit us a debt it will take months to pay.
However, the darlings shan't be disap
pointed if I can help it, and if you can
manage the pies adlittle things I'll tee
what can be done ab&ntirctUng some
thing in the shape of meau"IIei:ih ho!
what a miserable thing it is to be poor
and never have any money when you need
it most."
''Yes. dear, it is hard: but we have
health, strength, and the little ones, and
tnat is very much to be thankful lor."
"And many a rich man would cive
more than the sum necessary to make us
comfortable for our appetites and the
sound sleep we enjoy."
Little knew they of the storm that
rocked their little cottage and drifted
the snow around it. But with the morn
ing light they saw it and with a sinking
of heart. It was as a death blow to the
plans John Austin had made for their
Thanksgiving dinner. He had indulged
in no fanciful dreams of turkey and a
huge chicken pie, of salad and jelly.
They were as far beyond his means as
oyster pate, terrapin, canvas-back and
champagne. A practical man. he had
thought out no sumptuous or elaborate
menu, but bad resolved to be up early,
take his gun, go to the woods and see if
he could not ' knock over" something
for a Thanksgiving feast.
I nder ordinary circumstances bunting
would have been recreation and one
seldom indulged ia, for necessity com-
Eelled uninterrupted labor. Whew!"
e whistled under his breath as be saw
how deep was the snow, troog the wind
and freezing the air. But it was Thanks
giving and the children must not be dis
appointed. So, after building a rousing
tire and bringing in plenty ol wood, be
kissed his wife, promised to be back as
early as possible, took his gun and
started upon the uncertain quest, for
game, like money, has a perverse fashion
ol bcinc: out of the way when most
wanted.
Tramping along over the unbroken
fields and in the full sweep of the icy
blasts, he was glad to reach a little
grove where he could find shelter and
regain bis breath. He seated himself
upon a stump and to him came the
greatest temptation of his life. In a
tree, within easy shot, roosted numerous
turkeys. Hatch d from the tggs of
tld one and with the distinctive
feather marks, it would be the easiest
thing to secure one and pass it off, if
seen, as legitimate came. Great fat.
luscious fowls they were, and the vision
of how happy his wife and children
would be in tha eating aroe before
him. '
Almost before he was aware of the act
his gun was raised and aim taken. Then
conscience whispered: "They are not
yours, John Austin," and turning his
steps away he answered mentally if not
vocally: "No, and I'm not going to be a
thief, even for a Thaokgiviag dinner."
Tushing oa again over the broad
meadow he struck the road an unbroken
one now that led to the forest where
game was likely to be found, and was
passing the log cabin of a family even
poorer than his own, for the husband
was lying very ilL He glanced op at
the chimney the most natural thing to
do upon such dsy and saw no moke.
Either tbe poor man man be dead or the
supply of wood had given out. In
stantly his own situation was forgotten
and he was not long in findiog out that
his Utter surmise waa correct.
"Don't worry," he said to the so x loos
wife, gathering and bringing in all the
wood he could find, "I'll run over to
neighbor Sampson's and borrow his
team and get you a load. There's lots
of dead timber oa thU laod. and he
isn't the meanest man in the world by a
long shot."
To accomplish his purpose he was
forced to retrace his step and again look
at the temptation of the turkeys.
Certainty no birds ever looked so large,
and they stretched out their necks and
gobbled at him in tbe most provoking
fashion and as if they knew what was
pacing in his mind.
"lea. John" said the farmer in an
swer to his request, "take the oxen and
get as much wood at you can hauL But
011 will have to cut lu Everything
down must be snowed under except it
maybe some rotten stuff that is of no
account."
"All right, but you will have to lend
me an axe. J started to find somo game
for dinner, but now the children will have
to get along with whatever their mother
can manage to fix up.
'Well, here's an axe, and you had
better leave your gun here till you come
back. 1 d like to use it if you can tell
me where I will find ray flock of turkeys
- the tame-wild ones 1 mean. I believe
they know it's Thanksgiving and have
run away."
Austin told bim where tne birds were
to be found, thought of how little there
would be upon bis own table, and
hastened upon his errand of mercy-
hastened as fail as an ox team, discon
tented with being out such a cold mora
ing and wading through such d.ep snow.
could be persuaded to go.
Tramping along after the sled Austin
at last reached the woods and looked
for a convenient tree to "fall." An oak
stood near and a tap of his ax convinced
him it was hollow. That suited bim
exactly. He could easily cut off a couple
of logs, roll them upon tbe sled and re
duce them to burnable size afterward.
A strong-armed and willing-hearted
man. he was not long in separating the
trunk, drawing and unloading in front
of the house of his sick friend. The
poor wife thanked him heartily and said
her brother had come and would do the
chopping.
"All right no thanks," he replied in
his hearty way. "Hope your l banks-
giving will be bnnh:er than you antici
pated. "Now I'll get my gun and see
what I can do for my own dinner."
He had gotten some little distance
when the woman shouted :
"You have forgotten your satchel.
John Austin I"
"Mincf" be questioned, returning,
"Of course it is. You must have
placed it in the hollow trunk and for
eotten it. Anyhow it rolled out and
here is your wife's name on it. Gracious,
but it is marked plain enough."
. In mute astonishment John Austin
tooc up the satchel and brushed off the
snow. It was a small affair, battered.
worn, stained and (as he afterward said)
might have come out of the ark. A
piece of buckskin was looped through
the handles and rudely marked: Mrs.
Jane Austin, wife of John Austin and
daughter of James Self ridge, Bcachton,
Pennsylvania, c. o,"
He choked down a great lamp that
had gathered in his throat, looked with
the most stupid surprise at the woman,
then at the satchel, and forgetting
team, gun and game started homeward
on a run. Bursting into the house ht
dropped breathlessly into a chair, flung
the satchel into the middle of the flooi
ami gasped one the single word:
"There!"
"John Austin," exclaimed his wife in
the loudest key possible for her voice to
reach and with tbe muscle of her face
gathering for a storm, "aren't you
ashamed of yourself to come home
drunk, and 00 Thanksgiving! Take
that nasty old thing out of doors. It's
a burning shtme and a disgrace, and
you a husband and father of a family,"
and her apron was brought into requi
sition to wipe away her tears.
"It's marked for you, Jane, and
where in heaven did you get that great
turkeyT"
"Farmer Fampson brought it, and
your gnn, which you hist, and if the
neighbors didn't take pity on us we'd
starve," was replied in very short sen
tences and broken by sobs.
"But Jane"
"Don't Mane' me. Take that misera
ble, dirty thing out and crawl off some
where and go to sleep. To think I
should have lived to see the day and
and we become objects of charity and
and having to be fed by the neigh
bors," and up went the apron again.
"Mother," broke in the eldest of the
hopefuls, whose rurioiity had caused an
investigation of the satchel, and who
had spelled out the addiess, 'it's jour
name, snd such queer writing!"
Thus reinforced John Austin explained
that he bad found it in a hollow log and
suggested thst it le opened. The wife
looked dubiously at it for ao instant
and then, forgetful of anger and tears,
exclaimed:
GOLDEN-ROD.
An Idle breese strayed p and down .
Tbe rusty fields and meadows browm,
Sighing a Rrievous sih. "Ah. me
Where ran the summer bioaoms lr
When suddenly glorkms face
Shone on bim from weedy space.
And with an airy, pbny stud,
"Good afternoon r said (JoU-Dod.
The breese received ber courtesy
And then came hurrying home to me, .
And eagerly this story told:
Tve sera a lady dressed in gold,
So shining that the very Ugbt
That tone be ber is doubly bright
Bhe nodded, too, a royal nod."
Why, that," said I. "is Gohbn KoV
"Come out and see her here she stands.
Gold on ber bead and in her haais,"
He cried: and I w.tbout delay
Went after where he led ay;
And there she stood, all light, all trace.
Illumining that weedy place.
And to n both, with airy ikvI,
"Good aflernooor sl Go ilea Rob
Clara Italy Dl'f.
It Is father's writing. Open it as
qu'c i as ever you can."
He complied. The first thing he saw
wss a letter. It was written on coarse
paper, unsealed, directed to hi wife, and
read: "All for my daughter Jsnc, wife
of John Auttin, forever and ever. James
rclfr.dge.
".-ounds like a will, said the hus
bard. '-and we'll see what the old man
has left"
1 ittle packsges tied up In buckikta
were taken out, and each, when opened,
disclosed gold, coined, dat and nug
get, evidently the savin? of a mieer
miner, sad explained why he had so
much haunted the woods
Cvercome by their unexpected fortune
husband, wife and children Fathered
arouod the table upon which it had been
r led. and laughed and cried together.
Tbe miluooa 01 merchant pnnce or rail
way king was nothing compared to the
few hundreds to thrm. Thro cm the
natural fear of beiag robbed, and the
wea-th was bat.ly hidden away. They
weie too much r kiiicd to eten discuss
what they would do with it and were
frigtheocd nearly into convulsions when
a lou 1 rap was heard am the door and
with it a command to opea.
It was only their neighbor Fampson
with more good things, aad as he sat
warming h i numbed band aad fret be
told how good Joba had been as to the
aJ"k:ed family.
"And. Jonn," be said. "I saw aad
heard yoa when tslkieg aboat my tar
keys, aad a man w bo could t thus
bofrt under so great temptatioa will
ever find a frirod ia Job rajapsoa.
Then Austin aad his wife unbosomed
themselves, showed the gold, tbe Utter
sod askrd advice. It was judiciously
git en and ith c-egratuUtioa the firmer
hurried a ay, happy at having done a
goo 1 action.
At a late hour for "country folks" their
dinner was eaten with hearts over Cow ing
with thaokfuloesa, and wbra tbe staffed
ch l Iren were drvaming tbe wife stole
Ih hind her husliand, put her aims around
bis net k snd kicd him mora warmly
than since tbsdsjs of Lcr courtship as
she hispered :
"To think I should accuse yoa of be
ing druok! And you giving up all bore
of your owa Thankgiviog dinner to
help others! You dear old John.
K. D. That will was never probated,
PITH AND POINT.
Words of cheer Hurrah! Tiger!
The rag-gatherer's business is pickitg
np a little.
A black bear that has been eaten is
a bruin-ct,
"I'm considerably worsted," as tha
stocking said.
Stands to reason the texsoncr whea
he is tired of sitting.
Instead of the Freoch in Tunis
wouldn't it be more grammatical to aay :
the French ia tune are! .' lays.
A wealthy old fanner who has seven
good for-nothing sons, ssys he i sat hoed
that there is no money ia raisiog beat.
Funny that a fatt jouag mas never
begins to think about setting down un
til it baa tecvme utterly impossible for
him to settle up.
"Sow th wontM chaa; their color
Aad toe foikws chac Uwr eWtos
Bonn the had of navtxauoa
W ill peep throve a its rot of enow.
"Oh, you have come first at !ai; you
were alwats behind before,' was the
nucer gvec-Uog a echoolmater Ce to
the first boy at schooL Dnr4 l'rti
McGurrigan was naturalized yesterday.
He said that the prottsss of makiag a
foreign-born ma a astive of tbe I aited
States was csceediagly pUaloj. Acs
JWi Am.
There waa a yooef nai, a sttas Howard.
tVbo was a snoa ttUfsl cowarl;
Kor a re hula taostt
R-awl sr oat ot lb tmm
Aad cfeoaed tr sUl or tbe rowyard.
Ia Bum la they teach bear to d aoce by
placing them oa a hit foor. Ia this
Chicago grain eichaagc they snake then
dance, by rsisieg tbe pka of wheat
seventy-five cents a bubL
"Are you wiakiog at ma becauaa yoa
think I'm a country jake. sirf" demand
ed the sew cleck at tha drag starts
loudly and beHrrrally, as he fscd ia
the act of drawUg a glas of soda water
for a cotomer. ".an," humedly
called out the propriet or, -cot aad ta
op this lkorkw for this boy. Ill wait
oa Mr. Ilambo tajseX" CT-i? Tr-
ew.
A Chance to Get Lira, 05.ee Hoy
'IMeaae, sir. here's a ma a to ce yots."
iBfecuaious Doctor "Healthy sar
Oibco IWy "Very sua h brallby. :
omcihiog la his band looks I ke a t4'.L
Impecunious loctor .truck with a bri'.l
iaat Mei "Let h a coma I- HI
give him fifty cents oa accouat; be wi'.I
faint, aad I'll charge him two dollars
for reviviag hlto," Ti.
IUd la Gawofy slbaa.
Mat psutMJkt Vtrmmm SM.
J4 arrived from Ts aa-
Vnl swsiac. r. tlvwdeyoade
Aad how ts Sirs C.teno?
At bow are ail Um MUC.kaof
t'twao Ml ao. Hmip, mil U aw.
We're (14 10 wo r- aaiaife, ,
f : Z--akraaa worhtr.
Take oft yor talar-, - now;
Yoa are el bona ta VaaacVaa,
M'eMJBT Cntw.
A Itaaaway Coaple.
The night before Thanksgiving.
A Youth Asleep From His Birth.
There is in a southern insane asylum,
says the New Orleans IHeayvne, an eight-
year old boy who has never been awake
since the hour of his birth. He was the
child of a paralytic mother, and has
delicate feature and a high, white fore
head, with long, black curls. His arm
is not larger than an ordinary man's
thumb. He lies on his bed year after
year, taking no note of anything that
passes. Twice a day he is arousea
enough to take a little nourishment and
then relapses into sleep.
Oa the Way to Thaaksglv lag Services.
A .eatarly Terrar.
Do you remember t'rm g Tolllver,"
said a drummer to a Chicago itd ra
rrtcr, "a ho a shot aUmta tear afof
was dowa ia that sectioa of Keetsx y
just before he was killed, aad was la
More bea-l circus dsy. If yoa wera
never ia a country Iowa oa cirrus dsy.
let ma tell yoa, yoa never want t be.
Tolliver was known throughout I s tern
Kentucky as the terror of Itowsa Couaty.
He was as nervy as ha was icked, aad
with a little whiaky aboaid aad a brace
of good pistols, which were part of h.a
beiog.be would face a band of Comanche
Iadiaaa. The day I refer to Cooper &
Bailey's Circus (I think that was tha
asme) gave a performance in Morebead.
the county seat ol How an, ana loiiivcr
came to town to sea tbe show. He was
loaded with tanglefoot whiky and l"L
butts of two Urge navy revolvers pro
truded from his hip pockets. While
watching the man in a ticket wagoa
selling tickets an idea struck him. Ha
went around to the opposite side of the
tent, cut a long slit in tberao vas, pinned
back the ends and proceeded to admit
the people at half rate, in oppodtion to
the wagoa at the main entrance. Thoea
who had no money were passed In com
plimentary. The circus people came down upon
him with a whoop, but he used forcible
ariramenta. and handled his navies so
-.r-.rnll v that the show contingent ac
cented the situation and made the best
of a bad state of affairs.
Fccaadity of Fish.
It baa been calculated that, as fish
produce ao many eggs, if vart numbers
of tbe latter and ot tbe fis'a themselves
were not continually destroyed and
taken, they would soon fid up every
available space in the seas, i or instsnce,
from fcP, W0.00O to 10,000,000 codfish
are annually caught on the shores of
"Newfoundland. But even that quantity .
seems small when it is considered thst
each cod yields about 4,-X),Ot0 eggs
every season, and that even Wl.OOO.wi
have been found in the roe of a single
cod. Were the CO, 000. 000 or rod taken
on the coast of Newfoundland left to
breed, the 30,000,000 females producing
a.VUV,WV eggs ccrj year, it wm
give a yearly addition of l-VO.O jO.OOO.
OOO.OOu young codfish. Other fish,
though not equaling the cod, are won
derfully proline A nerring weigning u
ox. or 1 ox. is provided with about &,
000 eggs. After mskiog all reasonable
allowances for the destruction of eggs
aad tha young it ha been estimated that
in three years a single pair of herriort
would produce 1&4, 000.0 JO. Buf.oe
calculated that, if a pair of herring
could be left to breed and multiply un
disturbed for a period of twenty years,
they would yield aa amoun t of fish equal
la balk to the glob oa which ws live.
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