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Thursday, Norenbfr ly
?age Eight.
II me - i5f
Comer SaHT
111 harry, children, all that
THANKSGIVING.
T"s for the turkey. so toothsome and good
H U for bolldsjr. welt understood.
for the apples which make sauos and pie.
Ns for the noise of the ehildrea knes-hish.
Ka for the kitchen where the food things
are made,
8 la for aplcee and sweet marmalade.
G' for th t.mti which we play until night.
I't for the lc9 so cold and so white.
Va for the vines which encircle each plate.
Fa for the Illness which comes to us late.
N's for th nuts and raisins, you know.
Gs tor the gratitude we all sboold show.
C. B. Jordan.
THANKSGIVING DAT.
Over the river and through the wood.
To grandfather's house we'll go;
The horse knows the war
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It atlngs the toes.
And bites the nose.
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood.
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
"Tlng-a-Ung!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood.
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound!
For this Is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the wood.
And straight through the barnyard gate;
We seem to go
Extremely slow;
It Is so hard to wait!
Over the river and through the wood.
Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding do.ie?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
ChUd.
waa cross and fretful. She had a
cold but we hadn't thought much
about it, but all that day an dthe next
she kept growing worse, and the day
that we looked for father back she
had a high fever and was breathing
hard. All day we watched for him,
and long aftef dark John and I sat at
the window straining our eyes for the
sight of Baldy's white nose, but he
didn't come. I stayed up nearly all
night and helped mother put hot
poultices on Mary, for I was too
frightened to sleep.
"Well, one day, two days, three
days, passed, and still no signs of
father, and Mary grew no better.
Then our meal gave out and we had
nothing but milk and potatoes. Moth
er had me parch some corn and punch
it, and we ate that, for she couldn't
leave Mary a moment. We had no
doctor, you know, and mother just
had to doctor her the best she could
herself, and she couldn't send for any
of our neighbors, for they were all
too far away for John and myself to
walk, and father had both horses.
i.s..i rtfi Wun't Jnlie a nice little teacher?-
ance 19 ner. tier eye mjuiw ; , . . vw3
tsea iter we rt s n n srr i m w " v. i .1
can.' satisfaction when the answers were wmirsMw-v vVUBu acts; to li ,
Granny had been gone bat a short correct, and when they were wrong World. of its fields of thought;
HmA when a woman tarna in tr hnw v Aiit-m nnltm d- ner ta its itnrrle . . v-l
lettuce. When she had measured it elded.
and put the money on the counter, "Well, well said Miss Field to
she looked at the blackberries. Ther hrlf .im l i fntrfesfed In
are too small." she said, and aiA not rit.tf if it r ht own. Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving More than this, it t '
buy any. What an unselfish litle creature she Day is a fact. It signifies something, to know onmMBt of tiT"? !
ence which It has t
agts; to fc?t
lelds of than.
fsjS; s
lu stmggles and a ...V. 5
its hop; to iutea to tU
music of huaanltv . Ui
My first reason for being thankful oW 0f trust and trtnZ.w ,is
MY THANKSGIVING.
Presently another woman came In. must be!"
was tude is an abiding sentiment in hu Jock; of the dear huCAa Z C'
man hearts. We give thanks to God that complete and eroa 0-T f
r.nt because we must. There Is something ASrt ,, . u,
It is the fruit of human experience, home and In. t .v.,,. n
........ . . I I A V. WA futlnir Af ! . v .... f . .
She, too, bought lettuce, ana looked After this speceh you may be sure " l""uc I rraiowa bleesa,.,, c. v
at the berries, but she, also, found that Julie's success as a teacher
them too small. Then there were sev- assured.
eral other customers. They all look- At recess time Miss Field went cce c iBenm Above all. it is to b0e
ed at the berries, but said they were down in the yard to watch the chil- ln the universe about us or above us core M lbe .
too small. .dren play, and there everybody was calls forth this feeling of thank- KlcrCA, at lh ' o. tf
"I guess poor Granny won't sell Inquiring for Julie. i
those berries." "Come play with me, Julie." 1
"Well, they are dreadful small,"
said Jimmy.
"But they are sweet," said Janey,
as she tasted one of the berries. "But
you see folks want big ones."
fulness. Thanksgiving Day Is Itself an CKd. wheh 'u CvSP
evidence of the existence of a good iy ordering all things "aM Af
"Julie, isn't this theway to play " .T1 ."Tt ' wm waiu oa thres.r .
Flumpy?" Has mad Hlmslef known to men to ..,how ct lb c? tt
"Julie. I want to tell you a secret." that they want to set apart a day ev- ilandlnf;. y c'
Julie, want a piece of my apple?" nr year la which they may bear wit- lhl.An(1 vft
Miss Field heard remark, like ess to in. gooanesa. iua, xact Cl Thsnk 7," ,.V!
No more customers came in for a these on every elde, and Julie was human experience wnica nas register- , , ,44f
while. Suddenly Janey said: "Let's here, there, and everywhere. ed itself in the institution of Thanks- or '
sell our berries to the next person "Dear me." said Miss Field to her- SBS Day is a solid and a significant J .n fn, .
self, "how the children do like Julie! ct. m So far a. it goes ana i tnma ,t h ' M which ' -p ts-
goes rar, u jusunes an opumwuc ticw , , j kW ci
"At last, the day before Thanks-; quite a business-like manner
that comes."
"Why. Janey Morris!" Sems to me looks don't count in her
"Oh. I mean instead of Granny's; case." You see. the new teacher was th "Tll and of me. imcnlses and asnirlti. X 144
we'll give her the money, of course, progressing. 1 am thankful for life. How much " ,Y 41
and we can take her's Instead." At noon, when Miss Field waa put- that means I am Just beginning to un- f piSr;, ,
"But we want a cobbler!" objected ting on her things to go home, she derstand. Strange and melancholy it inattTi. .
Jimmy. - saw there waa trouble on the play- that so rew oi us ever grasp we . V ... -u
"Granny's berries are Just as good ground. The children were gathered meaning or tne great guis oi uoa un- . .. " h lnflu.nfM'
for a cobbler they are sweet." round the pretty new girl, who waa "i tney pass oeyona our reaca. rew
Jimmy remembered how good talking very fast. of us comprehend what citizenship '".lJ
Granny always was to the children. "I don't want to play with Julie." signifies until our working days are In ,Jrii i m
She always put In extra pieces when Miss Field heard her say, "I don't Pa8t: many a man falls to realize thankftii Thi. il'. lT
they bought candy. So he said: "All like her. She wears glasses and has what It means to be a father until his l ' ,L
right. There is a lady coming now." lots of freckles." children are grown.and most of us are ol BIUC' 19 lce CI a
The lady wanted blackberries. "We "There!" said Miss Field to her- unaware of the stupendous meaning
have some here said Janey, uncov- self, "now, here's trouble for Julie; of life until our days are passing into For the privilege of work.
ering the two pails. "They were she's got to reckon with her freckles, the sere and yellow leaf. In all our . gratitude Is growing It . cttr?
gathered this moraine." she said in It's just as I said this moraine the days of youth ana strength we simply " vw-amj. Uir
GRANDMA'S TH A .VKFTJLLEST"
THANKSGn iXG DAY.
"Oh, deary me," sighed Teddy.
It was Thanksgiving Day, and all
of the family had gone to church ex
cept grandma and Teddy, and they
had stayed at home to take care of
each other. Teddy was spending his
time flattening his nose against the
window-pane, watching for them to
come home from church, and grand
ma was spending hers reading her
big print Testament.
"Oh, deary me," he sighed again.
"What's the matter, Teddy?" ask
ed grandma.
"I don't believe dinner time will
ever come," he answered, mournfully.
"Tell me a story, grandma an' then,
maybe It won't seem so long."
Grandma laid her book down.
"What kind of a story do you want?"
she asked.
"Tell me 'bout Thanksgiving Day
when you were little."
Grandma thought a moment.
"What Is Thanksgiving Day for, Ted
dy?" she asked again.
"To eat turkey, an dressin', an
cranberry sauce, an lots of good
things," he answered promptly.
"Well, that's about the idea a good
many people have of It," said grand
ma, "but, Ted, the, best Thanksgiv
ing Day I ever had In my life we
didn't have anything but mush and
milk and baked potatoes for dinner."
"Why, grandma!" said Ted.
"Now, Teddy, when we thank a
person for anything, what do we
mean? If I were to give you an or
ange, what would you mean when you
said, "Thank you?"
Teddy drew his brows together and
thought for fully two minutes.
"I'd mean," he said, slowly, "I'd
mean I was glad to get it, an thought
It waa, mighty good of you to give it
to me."
"That's it," said grandma, "and
Thanksgiving Day is a day. when we
are to think about the things God has
given us, and to tell him we are glad
to get them, and think It is good in
Him to give them to us. Now, do you
understand?"
Yes'm," answered Teddy; "now
tell me 'bout that thankfullest
Thanksglvin Day you had when you
didn't have much to eat."
"It was when I was ten years old,"
said grandma. "Your Uncle John
was seven and your Aunt Mary three,
and we lived in a little house just on
the edge of the prairie. It had only
been two years since we came from
the East, and that summer had been
very dry so dry we hadn't raised
much but potatoes. But we had a
cow and plenty of corn left over from
the year before, and father could
shoot prairie chickens sometimes, so
we didn't expect to starve.
"One day, about ten days before
Thanksgiving, a man rode up to our
house. He was one of our nearest
neighbors, although his house was
several miles away. After he and
, father your great-grandfather, Ted
dyhad talked a while, we learned
that father would have to go to the
town on business. It was something
about land that yon wouldn't under
stand, so I won't try to tell you about
that. The town was miles and miles
away, so the next mornlnghe started
off at daybreak. He rode one horse,
with a sack of corn behind him, and
fixed sacks of corn on a pack-saddle
on the other, to have it ground at the
mill, for our meal was nearly out.
He said he would be back the fourth
day, and I remember how we all three
stood and watched him ride off across
the prairie. But mother wasn't
afraid, and neither were we, so we
didn't mind staying alone.
"The day, after he left, baby Mary
giving, John and I were at the win
dow, in the place we never left when
; mother didn't need us, watching for
I father, though by this time mother
had begun to believe something ter
rible had happened to him, when we
saw a speck moving across the
prairie. We never took our eyes off
it, you may be sure, and it grew
larger, and finally became two specks,
and then came closer and closer un
til we saw it was father and he car
ried one arm in a sling.
"Well, when he had gotten there
world has no use for plain people." take life for granted; the thought of ward was never so abundant tii m
Washington Gladdfc.
Spirituality, like a plant. rr:?,
"Why, how fine they are and so "I don't think we know how to parting witn it may aisiurD us, dui
oweet! I'll take them all. Here. I play the game without Julie." said how many of us ever stop to consider
can put them in this basket I have. Mary McPherson. what It means to llvei
Tcf a fan eVioato nf nonar In tha "T rlnn'f osral T wnnldn' ha eaan To live! It iB tO Stand at the Ceh-I
bottom." I playing with her," declared the pretty ter or this mighty universe, tne Dene-. - - -
She measured the berries, and new girl. ficiary of all its bounty, with its great The glare of pubUc ity will ca tit
u oi, "Cna ic tai QAbnnmia dfta throneiniT in. with its countless to witner ana ary up as tureiy utl
lllcio wcie juai uiuc quai iSi gjuxs put uuo " uwuictj. av&uv n ccuc " -
forty-five cents on the counter, and Jane Butler. invitations and opportunities mo-
loft TVio nblMron flllprt thair hnnV- "I never saw Riirh freckles " said mently pressing UPOn US. It is tO be
and had come In, and we all stopped J danced around:
ets with Granny's berries. This left Bessie Conant.
but a quart or two of hers. j "Nor I." agreed Nellie Davis.
In a short time after Granny re- "Nor I."
turned. 'I am sure I am much oblig- "Nor I."
ed to you," she said. Then, as she It seemed as if everybody was turn-
nourished by the fruits of this prolific
earth, and warmed and lighted by Its
sunshine, and fed upon the beauty of
vale and mountains, of, clouds and
sun-risings, of snowfiakes anfl flow
blazing sun will destroy the ml
rootlets of an herb that hat bees Un
from its place In the soil. Aaoa.
Miss Field was ers.
Helps a Judge in I lad KU.
Justice Eli Cherry, of GIlUi C4
It is to be breathed upon by the Tenn., was plainly worried. A kl
"Vnn crlH noarlv irtPT flMlnst .TllllA
Ting long enough, he told us what!all the berries. I am glad of that. I just going to take her part when she soft winds and sung to by the birds. sore on ma ib
had kept him. On the way there oldj was afraid after I'd taken them this saw her bounding across the yard. It is to have a world for a chariot and doctors ana long resis.ea an rt
Baldy had suddenly gotten his foot in; morning from Joe Wilson that they "Come," cried Julie, "we'll play the go swinging through the fields of dies. "I thought It was a ctnr.
a hole and stumbled, throwine father,' n n j T ,,r n-mn t, nar it 1st tn have the usufruct of he wrote. "At last I used Hucki:i
- ' v r l in I aiAiu.il lu dcii well, anil n fscauic it o iuio a. luu. t ' - . .
over his head. He never knew how ; hadn't the time to preserve them for The children made no move to be- the stars.
gin. Julie stopped short.
Arr.fca
More than this, it Is to have a vital cured.
Salve ana was coaip!ej
Cures burns, bolls, uln
long he lay there, but when he came!mvwif
to himself both horses were standing, Sne went Dehind the counter, and "What's the matter?" she added, relation to the mighty human race; cuts, bruises and piles 25 ceaua
by him ,and somehow, although his from the glass case took out several eagerly.
wrist was sprained ana ne naa nurt chocolate stars. "Eat these on the The children looked at the m-ettv
way home," she said. "You are fine new girl. "She doesn't want to play
srore-keepers. with you," spoke up Jane Butler.
When the children got home and "Why not?" Inquired Julie,
told their mother all about it, she; Before Miss Field could peak
said: "I am glad you did it. Granny' some child blurted out the truth,
is always good to you children, you: 'For shame!" cried Miss Field, start
ought to do something for her. And ing toward the group of girls; but
his head, he managed to get on and
ride to town. But he had-to'stay
there until his head got better.
"That night he and mother took
turns sitting up with Mary, and the
first thing I heard when I woke the
next morning was Mary saying, 'Pap
py, in a weak little voice the first
word she had said for days. And,
although we had only mush and milk
and potatoes for dinner, that was the
'thankullest' Thanksgiving Day I
ever spent."
Grandma," said Teddy, laying his
hand on hers, "don't you b'lieve if
you'd had turkey you might have
been a little thankfuller?'-'
No," said grandma. "I felt so
glad that , God had brought father
home again safe, and made Mary bet
ter, and felt that it was good in Him
to do it, there wasn't any room in
my heart for a bit more of thankful
ness; for, Teddy boy, it isn't what we
have on our table, but what we have
in our hearts that makes a real
Thanksgiving Day." Bible and Reflector.
to share in the treasures of expert- al druggists.
WHEN JANEY AND JIMMEY KEPT
STORE.
Janey and Jimmy had been blackberry-picking.
They were on their
way home, each with a large tin
bucket filled to the brim with the
biggest, fattest and juiciest berries.
They were so sweet, too.
"They're the splendidest berries
ever," exclaimed Janey, as for the
hundredth time she stopped and lift
ed the covering of green leaves to
peep at the fruit.
"I guess mother will think so, too,"
said Jimmy, and he also stopped and
peeped at his berries. "Won't they
make a splendid cobbler!" And his
mouth watered as he thought of It
Jimmy was very fond of blackberry
cobblers.
"Say, let's go home by the Branch
road It's shorter."
"Well, let's sit down a while and
rest." So in turns walking a while
fine cob-
these hemes will make a
bier."
And when the cobbler was made
Jimmy thought he had never tasted a
better onej and he felt glad to think
that Granny had not on hand a lot!
she stopped before she had taken two
steps, for she saw that Julie was
equal to the occasion.
"Dear me!" cried Julie, "I thought
something awful had happened.
Advocate.
Whv!" she exclaimed tnrnfn p- to th o
of berries she could not sell -Emily eM ew wh dQ car0
w llnrlAi 1v TJtf tMtisrr 4 r
Ion's I know how to play the game?
Come on."
Julie laughed and danced away, and
the children followed, every one of
them, even to the pretty new girl!
Miss Field stood a moment and
watched the children. A big tear hadj
gathered In each one of her eyes, yet
her face was beaming. "Dear little
teacher!" said she, soflty, "she knows
how to play the game, and so her
looks don't count. Now I'm going to
try Julie's way; Indeed I will."
When the new teacher got back to
her boarding-place she began to "play
the game." She greeted all the guests
with the pleasantest smile. She took
an interest in everything they said
and did, and she told them about
Julie, although of course, she didn't
mention any names. Happy tears came
into her eyes as she talked, and after
she had gone back to school the
WHAT JULIE TAUGHT THE NEW
TEACHER.
If anyone had told Julie that the
new teacher was going to learn more
of her than Julie was of the new
teacher, wouldn't she have opened
her eyes! It was true all the same,
and this is the way it happened.
When Miss Field tied on her veil,
just before starting for school that
first morning, she said to herself:
"What's the use of trying to-be
anybody? My hair Is coarse and my
face is sallow and these glasses are
so unbecoming. This world has no
use for plain people like me."
Poor Miss Field was discouraged
that morning, and if it hadn't been
for Julie she might have kept on be
ing discouraged, and then what would
have become of her, I wonder!
Now Julie was a very plain little hoarders got together and decided
girl. Her hair was coarse like Miss that the new teacher was "lovely."
Field's, and she wore glasses, too,
and although her face wasn't sallow,
It was dreadfully freckled. When she
came tripping into the school-house
after the gong struck, Miss Field
thought she was as homely a child as
she had ever seen.
Of course, neither Julie nor Miss
Field knew that Julie was to teach a
very important lesson that day; nev
ertheless Julie started right in on the
lesson just as if she knew she was to
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and resting a while In the shade, they do It, and Miss Field began at once to
finally came to the main street of the learn it.
village. First when Julie came in the room
"Let's cross over and look In Gran- she began to show a great interest In
ny Miles's window and see if she has everything around her. Her jolly
any of those chocolate stars. If she little round eyes behind the glasses
has, we'll come this afternoon, and darted hither and thither, taking In
buy some; I have the nickel grandpa the new teacher, the little gifta the
gave 'me the other day." children had brought her, the new
Just as they reached the shop win- globe on the platform, Mary McPher-
dow Granny Miles came to the door, son's new dress which was piped with
"Oh!" she cried, ."I am so glad to see red, the new scholar a pretty little
you children! I've just got to go to girl whose looks seemed to delight
the station fo see about some goods Julie very much. Many other things
that's come for me. I don't like to interested her. and every once In a
leave the shop alone. Could yon lit
tle people keep it for me a while?"
"Oh, yes," said Janey eagerly; for
like all the children of the village,
she was very fond of Granny.
"Yes," added Jimmy, "we'll take
care of it."
"Just tell any one that comes that
I'll be gone for an hour. If they
want lettuce or blackberries they can
measure for themselves. The lettuce
is five cents a measure, and the ber
ries five cents a quart."
"All right," said Janey. "well take
good care of everything; well Just sit
right by the door."
while Miss Field's eyes would rove
round to where Julie sat, and she
couldn't help smiling at her.
"That child isn't troubling herself
about her plain face," said Miss Field
to herself. Yon see, the new teacher
had already begun on the lesson Jnlie
had set her.
By and by Miss Field began to ex
amine her pupils on their last term's
work. Julie took the liveliest inter
est in the recitations. She watched'
the children's faces while they were
reciting and listened to every word
they said, just as if their success or
failure was a matter of vital import-
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