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4 $f)t Chatham Bccorb. &t)t - Chatham ' Uccotfr, H. A. LONDON, RATES-QF ADVERTISING Editor and Proprietor, 'terms of subscription, $1.50 Per Year. ?ric?tf In Advance One square, one insertfoa One square, two insertions . One square, one month -'--. 1.00 1.50 a. 50 For Larger Advertise ments Liberal Con tracts will be made. VOL, XXVIII. PITTSBORQ, CHATHAM COUNTY; EL C, THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 23, 1905 NO. 15. 1 1ft O Ay O mm- a. m m mm m mm mm mm m AX'S gratitude was the cause of the cus- torn of setting apart one day of the year : as a day of thanks- giving and praise to ward the Giver of every good and perfect gift. The his tory of every nation of which records are preserved contains references to days or" thanksgiving from the Hebrew Feast of Tabernacles, of which mention is made in the Bible, through the Greek festival of Demeter, god of the harvest, the Eoman feast of Ceralia, goddess of plenty, to the Saxon Harvest-Home and our own Thanksgiving, now universally observed as a national holiday.. The history of Thanksgiving in America begins prior to the landing of the Pilgrim Fathers at Plymouth Hock in 1020. The first service of this character ever held in this country was celebrated on the bleak Newfound land coast in 157S by an English clergy man named Wolfall, who was connect ed with the Frobisher exploring party. Frobisher brought the first colony to settle on those shores; and to the Rev. Mr. Wolfall, otherwise unknown to fame, belongs the credit of the first evangelical sermon and the first cele bration of the communion in North America. It was a service of grateful prayer and praise for their safe arrival and escape from the dangers of the deep. Of similar character was the next recorded Thanksgiving service, twenty liiue years later, when the Popham col ony arrived at Sagadahoc, on the coast of Maine, in August of 1G07, and ou the nineteenth of that mouth laid claim to the territory, unfurled the English flag and observed the day as one of praise and thanksgiving. This was three months after the lauding of the colonists at Jamestown, in Virginia. The Popham colony not only held the first thanksgiving service on territory mow comprised within the United States, but also held the first popular election and chose the first officers to govern an American community. Thirteen years later came the Pil grims, anchoring in Massachusetts Bay on Saturday, December 9 (O. S.). They deferred landing until Monday, despite their long sojourn on the sea. and we may well believe that their last Sab bnth sewif on shinboard was Alorr'Tt with gratitude and praises to "Him who hath the steerage of our course." During the cold and cruel winter that followed almost ona-half of the little band were laid at rest on the bluff that had frowned upon the Mayflower, their graves being leveled that the Indians might not become aware of their di minishing number. Hopefully the rem nant toiled through the summer, gath ering a fair harvest. The old chronicler tells of indifferent barley and a failure in peas, offset to some extent by twen ty acres of good corn. But meat of deer and wild fowl was abundant, the pestilence was stayed and they were comfortably housed for the winter. Therefore, on the twenty-fourth of Oc tober Governor Bradford proclaimed a thanksgiving feast. Carrying their muskets they marched in staid pro fession to the little meeting house, the Governor leading the way, with Elder Brewster reverently bearing the Bible on his right, and plain, matter-of-fact Miles Standish, the military chief of the colony, at his left Law, supported by the church and the army. It was worthy of mention in the old annals that the elder's sermon was unusually snort, not quite two hours! What would a nineteenth century congrega tion say to a discourse two hours long? And then came the feast, at which were displayed the fine napery and household treasures brought from Old England those precious relics whose possession in these days is the patent of American birth and nobility. It was an al fresco dinner, in the mild Indian summer; and at this time and place the American turkey, since sacred to the day, made his first appearance as the piece de resistance of a Thanks giving dinner. And after the solemn service in the little church and the decorous feast, served with Puritan sedateness, the people returned to their homes, and the early darkness settled down upon the little settlement, from which was to grow so grand a nation. Suddenly the peaceful night was broken by the sentry's peremptory challenge, the rat tle of a drum, mingled with an Indian snout, and every man grabbed his trusty musket and rushed out, while 1he souls of the women and children quaked with fear. A jundred sav ages poured down upon them Massa soifs braves, but on pacific errand bent. They came to share the white man's feast and brought deer and other game as their contribution. So the fires were lit again, and the good wives baked and boiled for their un expected guests, who entertained them by performing their dances amid wild T-.n .1 . .... ,cs auu menacing gestures, it was thought prudent to show the fierce in truders that the infant colony was not without defense, so Captain Standish ordered out his soldiers, drilled them, and finally ended with a volley from their muskets into the treetoDs and the discharge of the great cannon on the in and the smaller one at the Gov- ernor's door The Indians were proper-' 5y impressed and begged the great Cap- tain not to make it thunder again. Thus the first Thanksgiving of the Pilgrim Fathers was a trange blend- ing of godly psalms and savage dances, the rattle of firearms and Indian war- whoops, with prayers and benedictions typical, perchance, of the vicissitudes to be encountered in their New World home. In November the ship Fortune ar rived bringing thirty-five colonists, and much-needed supplies of clothing and ammunition, with news of the dear ones at home. Another Thanksgiving day was appointed, December 13. In 1632 the little town of Boston was threatened with famine. Their crops had failed, and the ship which was expected to bring supplies from Eng land had not arrived. The colonists feared the pitiless ocean had swallowed vessel and her precious freight. They were reduced to one scanty meal a day, and children cried on the streets for bread. Governor Winthrop called the men together, and after much de liberation a hunting expedition, though full of peril and toil, was determined upon. It was February; the snow was deep; the Indians, though not openly hostile, were not averse to reducing the number of the white invaders, and As "Yellow By Mary E. Here's a fcumphin, fluted, golden, Uriiten o'er with customs olden Out of bygone days. Cinderella's ancient glory, Sun in song, and told in story, Suits its yellow blaze. Tables at the Jirst Tbanhsiving, When colonial domes were living, Shewed its golden cheer. Still it smiles a friendly greeting At the ba$y family meeting On the Jeast-day dear. thev could illy spare any of their num-1 her Thev decided to observe a day taatir,ct nnii nrnvpr nn the morrow. ' A. 1UCUU) M.v f then venture into the pathless forest in ofiivh nf Mmp. But in the morn- ing, when tney went our, mere my upon the cold blue waters of the bay the white wings of the long-expected ship. The starving people rushed down to the beach, tears in every eye, hope and gratitude in .every heart. Their fasting was once again turned into feasting, their supplications into thanksgivings; and with one accord they assembled at the church. It is recorded that the minister read the one hundred and third Psalm "Bless the Lord, oh, my soul, and forget not all His benefits!" voicing the thanks of a grateful people who found the ways of Frovidence, so mysterious to our blind eyes, "a A-ery present help in time of trouble." For again and again, as we read these old chronicles, we are forced to acknowledge the fre quent intervention of a Supreme Being who seemed to hold the little com munity in the hollow of His hand, in terposing His grace and mercy between them and their ever present perils, as if .they were indeed His chosen few. Again and again they were in direct extremity, in danger of utter exter mination by famine or massacre, when help came unexpectedly through what seems more than chance happenings even to sceptics, and which the reci pients gratefully acknowledged as heaven-sent relief. Tn Colonial times it still remainen the custom to observe special days of thanksgiving. Under our present gov- ernment, a day of tnanKsgiving was i appointed by President Washington at the request of Congress, the occasion : being the adoption of.the Constitution of the ..United States. At the close of the War of IS12, President Mndlsoiiv r also at the request of Congress, ou- lfeaMvf' ass nounced a day of thanksgiving for the return of peace. Since the war it has become an es tablished custom that the last Thurs day in November shall be observed as a general Thanksgiving Day through out the federation of States. Marble head Messenger. Thanksgiving. Twelve months are sped we look behind And call God's goodness fresh to mind, His care was felt through storm and shine; With grateful hearts we seek His shrine, And humbly kneeling there we say Our orisons Thanksgiving day: "For desolation's track untrod, Our thanks are Thine, Almighty God, "For seasons fruitful, gifts of love For joy renewed, for grace above -Our poor desert, thanks unto Thee. Through sorrow, death and misery Whate er our lot or good or ill Thou'st been our source of comfort still. Though we have known the chastening rod, Thy mercies have been sure, O God. "In days to come, help us to be Concerned about Thy ministry. Since 'wrong is wrong and right is right' Thy strength we need, we need Thy might. Help us to walk by heaven's light Help us to live as in Thy sight. O Lord! secure in Thee we rest Use us as seemeth to Thee best." Thomas E. Smiley, in Indianapolis News. Cranberry Jell?. Add one cup of water to one cup of cranberries and cook until the fruit is quite soft; strain through a jelly bag, add one pound of granulated sugar, as Gold Ktiov?ton Christmas rooms are gay with holly, Christmas sees the merry folly Of the mistletoe raster lilies, pure and stately In the sbrinpjime bloom sedately, When soft breezes bloitf. Autumn dressed the weeds in splendor; But their colors, rich end tender, All have basscd away. Now the tumj?Mn, ri?e and is'eltcty -tteefcs a tint of Autumn's yellow For ThanKsaj-vin Day. boil fifteen minutes longer and set in a cold place until firm. This may be Doured into a fancy mold or into damty individual mows. For tne latter egg cups do very nicely. A shallow square or oblong enameled pan is also very nice for molding cranberry jelly, as it may then be easily cut into blocks and piled log cabin fashion on a glass plate. The rich ruby translucent squares form a beautiful color note on the Thanksgiving table. The Nightmare. It was Thanksgiving night, and up in his room. Our boy lay asleep in his bed. While dreams of a most uncomfortable kind Were chasing about in his head. Along about midnight his mother awoke fehe thought she heard ired eroan And then he explained that ho was the .. one, And told his dream with a moaa: r 1 1EK DEEA5I. j fonr-lesrsred turkey as big as a calf j Was roosting right here on my bed, 'tfniS . There's. a 'moral, of cource there always is one And this is a good one, I'm thinking: Either don't go to be,d after eating too much, - Or be careful m eating and drinking. m XI U UP-TO-DATE, JlENtt Oyster (Blue Points) cocktail. rrti , 1 J xnm Drown Dreau. -Olives. Salted almonds. Bouillon with whipped cream. Bread sticks. Radishes. Boast turkey, chestnut stuffing, giblet gravy, v Cranberry frappe. Mashed potatoes. Glazed sweet potatoes. Hubbard squash. -Fringed celery. Lemon ginger sorbet. . " Baked quail, hominy, cauliflower. Lettuce salad. Cheese straws. Pumpkin pie, mince pie, apple pie. ; Preserved ginger, cheese, raisins. Nesselrode pudding. Nuts. Fruits. Coffee. Thanksgiving Day Entertainment. Thanksgiving Day brings with it worries for the housewife as to how to make the dinner a success. Friends from out of town are invited, and ev erything should pass off satisfactorily. It is none too soon to be planning table decorations especially if the clever brains and fingers do not want a wild rush at the last minute. From the very best linen down to the place cards and centre decorations, all must be inspected and provided To the woman who has deft fingers with the paint brush, all sorts of possi bilities loom forth for original work, while the shops are'replete with novel ties. Place cards can be had in the shape of miniature pigs. Others are turkeys and geese. Some of these are hand-painted and are very effective. To cause some amusement it is an excellent idea to take the Initial of each person's name, and -with these as initial letters write a phrase descrip tive of the person who is to occupy that place. Thus, if a man's initials are E. M., and his hobby is well known to his hostess, he might find a card on which is written "Everlasting Music." A girl's initials may be, for instance, A. L. F., and, amid much laughter, she might be forced to accept a phrase marked, "Arrant Little Flirt," and so on all around the table until each per son finds, or is assisted in finding,-his or her place. A good way of initial treatment is to write verses, each line to begin with one initial of the victim's name. A pretty idea is for each guest to write a Thanksgiving sentiment, or a cause for tnanktuiness, on a sup or paper. -These are collected in a bowl and drawn forth and read one at a time, while everyone tries to discover the author. As a centrepiece for the tabfe.a large basket of chrysanthemums is ef fective. Yellow and red are the colors for the decorations. An OHI-Time Thank; lTitig, Patience Deliverance Hopeful Ann, A gray little prim little Puritan, ho lived m the years that are iar away, Sat down to her dinner lhanksgiving day. Turkey and goose, and a pumpkin pie, A little roast pig with a chestnut eye, .rudding and apples, ana gooa Drown bread. 'I feel very hungry," Deliverance said. Patience Deliverance Hopeful Ann She ate and ate, when she once began, Turkey and goose and the chestnut pig. And slices of pie that were much too Dig, Till, grandmamma says, she wag just like me. They put her to bed with thoroughwort tea, Patience Deliverance Hopeful Ann, That crav little nrim little Puritan. Carolyn Bailey, in Good Housekeeping. Thanksgiving and the Children. Encourace the children to help in the Thanksgiving preparations; the little ones love to be busy, ana will work cheerfully if they are only shown how. Let them at least pare the ap ples and stone the raisins, and they will feel a proprietorship in the feast. Midday dinners are best wuen the chil dren participate, and leave plenty of time afterwards for the games, wnicn even the Pilgrim Fathers did fcot dis dain. If stories are to be told in the twi light, plenty of the most interesting material can be found in the "Chron icles of the Pilgrims," by Alexander Young. All children like Mrs. He- mans' poems, "Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers." The stern endurance of the Plymouth colony is a fascinating sub- iect. The day should close with merry making and fun, but the deeper lessons that it brings must not be forgotten Gratitude is not a characteristic of childhood, which accepts what is done for it as a right, but even the very little ones can be told in simple lan miafire the meaning of the day, and that true thankfulness should prompt us to share our blessings with others The blessedness of giving is in itself a wonderful education. . Grace For Thankfslvinjr. Fnr all Thv care and loving kindness. Lord, Accept our thanks who gather rouBd this board. We see Thy goodness in each perfect thing: The sky, the sea, the bird on happy wing. And every blade that makes the velvet sward. Vieot-f o art A Una in wnrfsli infill aw.nrd . jlwUlt J ' " " 7 f Yta Klccirto-fl nn n nniiren. And lift our voices hymns of praise to sing, For ajl Thy care. TT1t- h trt Vieln flm nppdv and icmrvrpd; ToaVi rnorp rilifB nt true neace afford. And grant to each that he may often Dnng Some consciousness to Thee of laboring To prove, O Guardian! a worthy ward, For all Thy care. Edward W. Barnard, in The Criterion. AN LITTLE MAKE-BELIEVE OR A CHILD OF : : : : : : by b. l. CHAPTER I. Sow Thomas Dexter Made His Money. IS age was fifty-seven; hers seven and a half. ' His name was Thomas" Dexter; hers Little Make-Believe. & He was a crooked, ugly, pock-marked .little man; she a crooked, ugly, pock-marked little girl. He was a general dealer; so was she. His shop was situated in the heart of Clare Market, which some people with fastidious notions call Lincoln's Inn Fields. The persons thus fastidiously in clined and "who thus, metaphorically, turn up their noses at Clare Market, are dwellers therein, and being gen teelly inclined to wish to disguise the fact, resembling in this, respect other persons higher in the social scale who reside in Bayswater and call it Hyde Park, to the confusion of the simple minded cabmen (if any such exist) and unsuspicious friends from the country. Thomas Dexter gave himself no such airs. Clare Market was good enough for him, and his ambition, in a residen tial way, did not extend beyond it. Thirty-three years had passed over his head since, with his own hands, he painted on his shop windows the words, "Dexter, General Dealer," there not being room for "Thomas." Time and dust had eaten into this sign and quite obliterated it, as in due course they- would eat into Thomas Dexter and quite obliterate him. When the painted letters of the le gend on his shop windows were fresh and bright Thomas Dexter, also fresh and bright, commenced business with exactly 14 in gold, which he found, on the evening of his" father's funeral, tied up in an old nightcap, in a hard lump close to the tassel. He had come home sad of face and at heart from the churchyard in which his old friend and relative lay buried. He was not given to sentiment, but he and his father had been comrades' for many a long year, and it was nat ural that he should feel melancholy in his loneliness. There was another reason for sad- heartedness; he had spent his last shil ling on his father's funeral. "Tom," his father had said to him in his dying moments, "there's something weighing on my mind." "Out with it, father," said Thomas Dexter, "if it'll ease yer." ."I was born in this here neighbor hood," continued the old man, "and so was you, my boy. v Lord, don't I re member the night you come into the world! And now I'm a-going out of it. It was a Saturday night, and I was two mile away with my barrer in Totten ham Court road, where I had a pitch. The old woman wijs with me, looking arter the tin,' and she sed to me about 10 o'clock: 'Father, sed she, 'I feel a bit queerish; I think I'd best go home.' All right, old girl,' sed I, 'trot off; I'll manage without yer.' 'Don't worry about me,' she sed, smiling at me as she walked away; 'it's only a spasm.' That was you, Tom you was the spasm, it was past la afore i got home, and I no sooner put my bead in at the door than I knew I was a father In real earnest, for you salooted me with a squall which you kept up, on and off, for a matter of three months, 1 should say. You and the old woman was laying on this very bed, in this very room. It's rum to think on, ain't it? It was sharp work, ' but your mother was sharp at anythink she set her mind on. She'd hardly time to throw herself on the bed afore you was born. The room was dark, too almost a& dark as It is now." . "Why, father," said Thomas Dexter, "it's broad daylight and the sun's a-shining right into the winder!" "You'll allow me to know," mur mured the old man, with a fretful sigh, "I can see wiien it's dark and when it's light. I ain'fcdead yet, my boy. Tom, I've a sort of notion that I'm wander ing. Where was I, my boy?" "In this room, where mother was confined." "No afore that! Where was I afore I come horn that night?" "In Tottenham Court road, with t barrer." "No, no, no! Afore that! Give a cove a leg up. What was I saying fust of all?" "That you ms born in this here neighborhood." "That's it that's. what's weighing on my njind! I was horn in Clare Mar ket, and there, ain't a man, woman or Child hereabouts a5 don't know me, and as won't know presently that I'm a dead un. X I Bfcouldn't like to be taken out of the workshop in-a shabby sort of way. p,on't shove me Under the turf as, if I was a pauper. Do it in style; ol4 Pat and bury me with feathers!" . . "Tfce "thing "was done! The old man was burled with feathers, and Thomas Dexter experienced a solemn satisfac tion as he gazed at the sable plumes, emblems of trumphant woe, which nodded at him in approval of his duti ful regard to his father's last wish. In the evening he looked over the old man's clothes to' decide which to keep for personal wear and which to dis pose of for a new start in life. Under the mattress was his father's nightcap, which, as he moved the bed, fell with a itud. upon tba floor. Picking it up Ill THE SLUMS. - farjeon. : : : : : : quickly and loosen nig the knot with his teeth, fourteen pieces of bright gold came into view; also a paper, upon which was written: "For my boy, Tom. If he's buried me with feathers, they'll bring him luck." - Deliriously delighted at the discov ery of the treasure, Thomas Dexter clapped the old-fashioned nightcap on his head and danced about the room to a tune of his own composing, the music being the jingling of the sover eigns in the hollowed palms of his hands. ... The next morning, being in a more composed frame of mind, he took the shop down stairs, which happened to be let, and set up as his own master. ' He attended auctions and bought odds and ends. Nothing in the regulax way at regular prices. He knew a trick worth two of that He had a craze for the antique. Any thing in that line chipped and cracked china, never mind how chipped and cracked; rickety old furniture, never mind how rickety; miscellaneous lots, the more miscellaneous the better these were his hobby. And some kind of good luck or good judgment, or both combined, stood always at his elbow, invisibly guarding his interests. These ugly, crooked, pock-marked little men generally prosper, especially if they live on bread and salt butter, or bread and no butter, with an occa sional herring ,and an ample supply of potatoes, with perhaps, at long inter vals, a little bit of meat, wisely select ed, and bought on the political economy principle. ..... And what finer spot in all the wide world for living economically is there than Clare Market, where the cheap ening process goes on unceasingly the whole year through, from early in the morning till late in the night, when the grease and tar lamps are flaring in the wind? Little Make-Believe could have told you something about that. She was intimately acquainted with all the entanglements and tortuous windings of Clare Market, and, young as she was, had grown in the, habit of lingering by the side of pale-faced wonien who stood before the butcher's board striving to coax the man in the blue flannel apron to take a halfpenny a pound less, or at least to cut off a little of the superfluoas fat with which the meat was fringed efforts which were very rarely successful. When Little Make-Believe witnessed the conclusion of such a bargain she would run to some convenient window sill, where with an imaginary knife she would cut away ail the imaginary fat from an imaginary piece. of meat, and hand it to an Imaginary poor wom an, saying, with the air of a trader who is doing a splendid stroke of busi ness: i'There! Will that suit yer at tup pence a pound? Never mind the money. Pay me when yer like!" At the end of thirty-three years you might have multiplied by fourteen the fourteen sovereigns Thomas Dexter found in his father's, old-fashioned: nightcap, and have multipled that again by fourteen, and you would still have fallen short of the extent of his riches. Not that he had any idea how much he was worth. That he had no dispo sition to count and gloat over his money and possessions was a sufficient proof that the grain of his nature was not mercenary. He was simply a man engrossed in his business, and he attended to it patiently and shrewdly until his, shop became crowded with the strangest collection of odds and ends that were ever gatherel under one roof. He took premises at the back of his shop, and almost before he could look around they became crowded also. Old arnnor, old brasses, old carvings, old lace, old enamels, old furniture, 'filled every nook and corner, ; and when a certain erratic taste for anything an cient and hideous came into vogue it was as good as a little fortune to him. Prosperity did not change him in the least. Fnm a crooked, ugly, pock marked young man, he grew into a crooked, ugly, pock-marked middle aged man, and further on Into .a crooked, ugly, pock-marked oia man. " Despising everything new, he never from the day he set up as his own master wore a new coat, a new hat, or a new pair of boots. . Anything second hand in the way of clothing suited him if it was large enough, and as it was not the slightest consequence if it were many sizes too large, his appearance generally was that of a clumsily done up bundle. " " ' 1 As for the money he aumulated, he kept it anyw'here except inji banWin corners of his shop not accessible to customers, under the flooring in th broken ceiling, in the walls, in old fiddles, in cobwebbed crevices, tied up in bits of old calfco and canvas and chamois leather bags . Some of these packages looked like diminutive legs of mutton; some like fingers and thumbs with large bread poultices on them.- ' He had the greatest difficulty In squeezing himself of a night Into the little room at the back of his thop In which he slept, so packed was It with .ralua'ile oddments. Suspended over his head, in the shape of a net, by means of pieces of string tied to the bare rafters of the ceiling, -was his father's nightcap, the tassel, aa you looked up, being the first part of it . that met your eyes. A man of imagination might have conjured up the outlines of old Dezter't ghost standing on his head in his night-. cap in reversal of the laws of nature, " with his legs sticking upward through the roof. Into this nightcap Thomas Dexter for many years had been in the habit of throwing an odd piece of gold or silver, upon every occasion of his . making a good bargain, and it was now so heav ily weighted that, as he lay abed gaz ing at It, there was really a danger of the strings giving way and of Its fall ing upon his crooked nose and making it crookeder. But he did not attenjpt to remove this constant source of danger. He re garded his father's nightcap with su perstitious reverence, and he had a fear that if he shifted its position, even by a hair's breadth, it might change his luck. . ; He lived all alone, without chick or child. He washed and cooked and did everything for himself. If Cupid had possessed a rusty antiquated arrow, he might have sent it in the direction of Dexter's shop; but Cupid's arrows are always new and brightly polished, and such shining articles would have been completely wasted upon this dealer in odds and ends. One arrow, indeed, bad found its way to Thomas Dexter's heart, but that was many years ago. 'and he was now fast growing to be an, old man, without a soul In the world to love or take care of him. . As for an occasional kiss from or upon a pair of fresh young lips, he had forgotten the taste of such a thing assuming, of course, that he ever had enjoyed It. Kissing, Indeed! What time did any person suppose Thomas Dexter had fcr kissing! " " ' CHAPTER IL Thomas Dexter's Romance. , The slight reference to the arrow which many years ago had found its way to Thomas Dexter's heart fur nishes material for detail which shall be brief as woman's love. ; ; ' . . -( Yes, Thomas Dexter had had his roi mance. .' ' ' . j The scene was Clare Market, the time twelve years ago. He was treating himself to a cheap stroll through the busy thorbughfares when, stopping for a moment at a vegetable stall, his eyes suddenly met the eya of Polly, Cleaver. ' i She was no stranger to him, being a native of the locality. He must have seen her thousands of times, and he had never given her a thought; cer tainly it never entered his mind to pay; her the slightest attention. But his time had now arrived and the woman. A magnetic spark flashed from Polly's eyes into his. Thomas Dexter's heart was lost, and Polly, Cleaver was the winner. ; : Love is blind; but to be blind is not necessarily to be foolish.. . . . Mortals deprived of sight are, as a rule, shrewd enough. Some are cun hing; some. are. cruel; few, are thor oughly simple. Love is an exception, however, being frequently foolish as. well as blind. . Of course it was Saturday night. If any prince in disguise wished to seek for adventure in London street,' let him select Saturday night for .the" enter prise. f . Then come out the toilers and moil ers, the pleasure-seekers,! the 'paln-reapers.- t . . r'. . . j' Girls who have been at work all the week flit about like butterflies, and en Joy blissful moments, meeting' their lovers, and helping to fill the theatres and music halls. - , , : The streets and public houses , a re thronged; the sky is lurid with the re flection of myriad gas jets.:' ; From the garrets and the. cellars creep strange figures into the light the old, the decrepit, the solitary drinker, the stranger among millions, the man whom nobody knows, the child whom nobody owns, the wretch in hiding, the undiscovered murderer. It Is the holi day hour of the week.- Polly Cleaver was not alone. . Her fatherVag by. her side, with a glass or two, or more correctly speaking, the contents of a pewter pot or two in him. In which respect Polly was his match, and therefore, prudence might have ' suggested, no match for Thomas Dex ter. But when was love prudent? 1 The girl was not even pretty, and she and her family were certainly not re spectable. All sorts of queer stories of Polly's 'goings on" were current, ;. i Thomas Cleaver did not think of this when he went home on that Saturday night with the image of Polly Cleaver In his mind's eye. Polly Cleaver Polly Cleaver! ' He could think of nothing but Polly; Cleaver. ;. . ...i." ' ( What eyes she. had! What a com plexion! What a laughing mouth, what large white teeth. He idealized every feature in her face, every move ment of her body. The man was pos sessed. - . He passed a bad night, and he might have bad a fever had be not Tonnd bis way" to Polly leaver's lodgings "on the following day, which in the natural order of tiflje wat "gimdaY. : , ' - Cleaver, who bad been all bis life a carpenter out of work, met Thomas Dexter on the stairs, as that love-lorn mortal was mounting, to the second floor back, In which the Cleavers re sided, i, . "Hallo!" cried Mr. Cleaver. "What brings you here?" ' ! :- ' 1 What could Thomas Dexter reply to this straight thrust except, ."I've come to see bow Polly is." (To be Continued.) ' ; ' " Reporters on Paris newspaper earn from to S0 ft month.