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fill T (TT O Ja B LLZI DEMOCRAT E E- HILLIARD, Editor and Propiretor. "EXCELSIOR" IS UR MOTTO- H.rrltoi, ,oo t,,r yrmt VOL. IX SCOTLAND NECK. N. C. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 21. 18112. ) 4 THANKSGIVING hymn. it ) K S -i ! O N V L. 1 3 I! 1 tf 1 1 i. .' ? jt h is ft 1 il s-1 5 ,K vk . ' McltoWELL, LJ )f'FI'"R North i-oiinr New I J t l ti. "tcv. t. Scotland Neck, N. C. i Always at lilB office when im' ; ri.!.' -sionally enlaced e!?evhere. : '; tf. j ii. a. c. L i v e r m a Officio- Cr. Main and Tenth St reft? lily. Scotland Nix tc, N. C. THOMAS N. II I ATIOKNKY A! LAV , Halifax , -N . C, Practices in Halifax and adjomiiH (.unties, and the Federal and Supreno courts. A S 1 v. J jAVIIi hell. A iTiiltNKY A I LAW , Enfikld, N. C. I'viii'tict'S in all the Courts of Halifax ami adjoining; counties and in . t Su preme and Federal Courts. Cla col lected m all parts of the State. 3S ly. W. J A. DUNN, A T I O II N K Y A T LA VV, Scotland Neck, N, C, Practices wherever his services are ,-cquired. feblS ly. 11. KLTOHIN, At iokney and Coinselok at Law, Scotland Neck, N. C vx" Office: Corner Main and Tenth Sir ts. 1 5 ly- U. O. Ik KTON, Jk. K. L, Tkavis, BURTON & TRAVIS. A itokneys and Counselors at Law HfiLIFiX.N C. S 14 ly. w. a. day, Weldon. R. RANSOM, Weldon. DAY, & RANSOM, ATTORNEYS A V LAW, Weldon, N C ; S ly. l7.!. M ERCEH& SON N. Hi South 9th St. (bet. Main & Cary Sts. RICHMOND. VA. Cumber Commission eyefjant. (iives personal and prompt attention of all consignments of Lumber. Shingles, Lith Etc 4 17 w 1 v R V RAIL" KOA') CLEAR THE TRACK! We Are OUR OAR IS LOADED TITH A FULL LINE OF STAPLE - AND - FANCY - DRY - GOODS. A NICE CLEAN STOCK. OOTS, oor, o hoes. OlIoES. S 1 AT ATS, A Si) CLOTHING L:iilie' F iU-iV il i-.i- O ' :e (t; Mo-l Co .pie; e hue .(' HARD .'. Tlie Best Obelisk Flour . AT LOW PRICKS W ITU A FULL LINE Agents for noted Carptt Manufactures IIAXAN S Mii.N'S IIAND-MAHKMiOi. : : All Prices Low. : : 0F.CILI DUCKME I- O Kt 1 L iNuL'CK .(!; T j O PR 1 M P I' P Y1NO C T 'M ! RS v B (i I IS Al.-x aYRKAU y Edmondson & Josey. 1013 n Main St.. Is that mi-cry experienced when. suddenly made a ware that yo. j posses3 a diabolical arrangemorn called stomach. No two dyspe'V tic3 have the same predominant symptoms, but whatever toiiL dyspepsia takes TJic underlying cause i& in the LIVER, and one thing 13 certain no one will remain a dyspeptic who v,ll It 'will correct Acidity of thts Stomach, Expl foul gases. Allay Irritation, Assist Digeatiox, Start the TJver working ami all bodily ailments will disappear. "Tor more than three year I suffered witn Iyspepsia in its worst form. I tried tererz. doctors, but they afforded no relief. At last I triet Simmons Liver Regulator, which cured me in ; short time. It is a good medicine. 1 would n" be without it." James A. Roane, Philad'a, P. See that you yet the Genuine, with red 55 on frnt f wrapper. PREPARED ONLY BV J. II. ZEILIN &, CO., Philadelphia. IVw TWIN CITY STENCIL WORKS. STENCILS, SEAL PRESSES AND GENERAL ENGRAVING. RUEBEK STAMPS, J5KASS CIIECFS, Manufactured to Order, S B. TURNER & CO., In fae Rnner Storage Building on Nivison St. I O. Box 124. 7 21 Gm. Norfolk, Va. NEW Aft"r six venr experience with the hep work men in the Statt-. I feT thoro'iaht cotnputr"t to do all woik that is expected OF A JEWELER AND WATCH MAKER BsjyT make a specialty of Repairing and TirninR Fine wa;ches. I als ) expect to ntrv a full iine of Watches. 'M cks. Jewelry. Sec. If you need anv tling in rn lm call nd see ute. ALL I ASK IS A TRI L Will ch an and repair Sewi' g Machiri-s S;itif tctii n Ouatantt-ed in Everything. Yours Truly, W H Johnston Next dcor to Main Entrance in Hot 1 10 G tm Scotland Neck, N. C. UAILUOAP," KAIL ROAD On It. u nDER-WEAR NDeR-WE vR KJ A PS, NoT SECOND-HAND ) every i' ALtliAN i ED. ARE ; L'ULi f.liY i.i itjwn. OF ROCKRIE AS CHEAP AS THE OC PUIi-H-K T.it i . it V Scotland Keck, N- Jewelry Store rrzi" AMBITIOUS 3IAKGAKET. HK i-Tfat thing in tJiis v orM is not .so much i hi-rt' we fetuii'l as in wh.it direction we u r e nioviiif but w must nut drift, uor l'e at anchor. All the Mr. Machines and Miss Machines who arc a neces sary part of t lie daily grind of a busy city office were hard at work. lv 1 J. W 7. There was bookkeeper, the pale, pleasant-faced whose shoulders were stooped from daily hendintr over ledgers. Next to him sat the cashier, wiping' his gold-rimmed ylasses with a rjuick nervous motion before he ran over a bundle of checks with lightning rapidity and plucked out the one lie sought. The secretary's pen scratched away as he signed the mass of letters. The group of "lady"" stenographers, thick and thin, long and short, sat at their machines in one corner mechanic ally clicking out the hundreds of letters. The clerks who did "billing" (not coo ing) wire working away. Hugo, the oflice boy, whose legs were a daily example of the possibility of a perpetual motion machine, llew hither and yon, obeying the quick, sharp calls from every desk. The red-haired, stalwart, Yorkshire man who was entry clerk and invariably replied when told to do this or that: Yis sur, straight aweh, stir," was '"read ing ofT" the orders to his "curate", as he wittily dubbed the younger entry clerk. Their voices sounded like a monotonous chant. Moses, the colored janitor, sat at a long table looking as wise as an owl in his big brass-bowed spectacles, stamping the snowbank of letters on the table before him. Into all this rush and hurry of money getting quietly walked a beautiful young girl, glancing nervously at the office clock as she took her seat at a desk live minutes late. From his desk across the office the sharp-eyed general manager's glance followed hers to the clock. The red haired Yorkshireman stole an admiring -lit a 'i. .. ;r &z s 4w ,!'' ' ' "6IIE FLATTED THERE." glance at the girl, then dropped his eyes bashfully and went on with his chant. The girl bent her pretty head over her work as she tried to make up for lost time. Lost time was accurate counted by the general manager. She did not seem to be a part of the office machinery. Surely there was lit tle in common between her and the typical office machine, an expert at fig uring, whose desk was next to hers. His one ambition in life had already been readied. He had climbed as high as an oflice stool, where he sat proudly, with dangling legs, bending contentedly over his papers covered with (igures and lines, a red penholder for red ink above one ear and a black penholder for black ink above the other. lie spoke of "ouh oflice" and "ouh Mistah White" and "ouh Mistah Brown." He also knew how to turn a certain set ring around on his white hand no that the set would show to ad vantage. The young girl next to him had no ticed that he only talked figures. She sometimes wondered when he laid down his red penholder and black one with clock like regularity each day. when twelve was the figure at which the clock pointed, to go to lunch, if he did not eat these small crackers cut into ones, twos, threes and fours. Her active imagination saw his stom ach anil head both lined with nothing but figures. As the busy day wore on, into the rush and noise of business there came the sound of music from the Auditor ium, across the way. Some one was practicing a vocal lesson. In an instant one pen in the oflice stopped traveling. The pretty face of the young girl next to the ambitious fellow on the stool was turned wistfully and dreamily toward the window. She rested the cad of the penholder against her lips as she listened, absorbed, following the voice in its wanderings among the trills. "She flatted there." Unconscious ly the girl spoke aloud. "I beg pawdon, did you speak to me, Miss Quivey?" "No. oh. no I was just thinking aloud." replied the musical voice. Then she bent again to the work before her. "Thinking!" Mr. Croovelet the ma chine looked at her i:i a puzzled, com miserating sort of wa-, as he carefully dipped his red penholder into the red ink and returned to his figuring. At last the clock's long linger pointed downward to six and the short linger hurried along and pot-ed between the V and VI. The scene changed. Down went the pens! The clicking- of the typewriters ceased. Machinery and ma chines all stopped. Quietly. Mis Quivey walked into the ladies' toilet room, where the group of stenographers were noisily talking "shop" wondering who would get the next "raise" and if "his ro3-al nibs" would give them a "vacashe." Out and away from it all walked the young girl, humming as she hurried down the street to the doorway marked "Entrance to the Elevated." l"p the stairs she ran, running a scale at the same time in a low, sweet undertone, each step a tone to her music-loving fancy. She was soon in the train. On, on, on whizzed the elevated, down alleys and past the back windows of houses of all sorts and conditions. On, on to where it was btiller and rents were cheaper. At last our pretty little music-box left the elevated and, walking quickly down a street, was soon climbing more stairs in a "flat" building. Up. up she went, not humming now, but going softly down the hall and into a room at the end. Margaret Quivey was Scotch-Irish-American. Born of a musical family on both sides, small wonder that her soul vibrated to all melody. Her mother had sung always, it seemed to Margaret, with the ease of a bird. The father had been an organist in their home town and a musical composer. He had rec ognized Margaret's gift and always called her his little music-box. He died without the means to show his precious little music-box how to use her gift. After the father's death, Margaret and the mother turned their faces to ward Chicago. The mother gave piano lessons at the conservatory, but overwork caused nervous prostration, and it now became Margaret's duty to care for the mother. They struggled on together. One of the professors at the conservatory had heard Margaret sing and said: "Go to Costello, the tenor." So Margaret went daily to the oflice to help her on her way to Costello. How she struggled! How much the lessons of all sorts cost her! A wealthy colored family lived some blocks away. Margaret gave their little boy singing lessons in the early mornings before she went to the oflice. She practiced nights, her mother playing her accompaniments. Late I j' an advertisement had appeared in one of the leading dailies. "Want ed: A position as soloist in a church choir; a soprano voice sweet and sym pathetic." Margaret's teacher told her she had climbed to the point where she was worth twenty-rive dollars a Sunday, so he had written the advertisement for her. Day after day passed and no an swer came. The night on which Margaret had come back from the day's weary grind at the oflice, her mother held up a let ter with a smile, saying: "Perhaps it is good news, daughter, for it looks like Ferdinand Costello's writing." It was good news, for it said: "Come to my rooms at your lunch hour tomorrow and sing for Rev. J. C. Gilbert and the musical committee of his church. If you suit- them, the po sition of soloist in their choir will be yours. I remain, Yours respectfully, "Ferdinaxd Costello." She went. The pastor was a music lover and music connoisseur. She sang. The last sweet sound died away, and there was a stillness in the room broken at last by the low-toned voices of the committee and the pastor. It seemed an age to the ambitious little singer leaning against the piano before the minister took her hand in his and said: "We feel that your voice will be a power for good among our people. We want you." So Margaret took one step up. There was a little ripple of excite ment the next day at the office when Miss Quivey w alked up to the general manager's desk and told him she was about to leave. Mr. Groovelet looked after her won deringly as she walked out of that most wonderful of places, "ouh office." The years marched steadily on. Toil ing, studious, climbing, struggling years to Margaret. It was up hill all the way to the singer. Wider experience and a broader cul ture were now hers. The mother in the invalid chair had journeyed by her side through these years of study abroad. Costello the tenor had advised and directed and never lost sight of her. Then came dark days when the moth er seemed to be slipping away before Margaret's dream was realized. When those days were past, there came one never-to-be-forgotten time when through nervous strain and anxiety the little music-box suddenly became mute. She sat at the piano, with her head bowed in her hands, realizing how precious her gift wa,s to her and how slight was her hold upon it. This cloud passed away and people who heard Margaret sing in those days listened with tears in their eyes at the touching pathos of the singer's voice. At last, after years of trial and strug gle, years of careful training, the music al star was to sing in Chicago, the scene of early struggles. Thanksgiving eve was the night. The Auditorium was a blaze of light and life. Outside there was the long proces sion of carriages blocking Congress street and Michigan avenue. Inside there were the throngs of people, many beautiful wome " " ' -1 toilets. 1 "A brilliant audience." some uc re- marked. I Behind the scenes, apart from the rest stood n group of three. The nervous, gray-haired man was O McHo. the fa mous tenor. There was the pah-faced : lady in the invalid's chair whov won derful love had sustained the singer. Beside her sto kI the beautiful woman w ho was alnmt to try to sing her w ay into the hearts of the people waiting. j Margaret stood holding her mother's j hand in hers thinking of raauy things. if S I SHE FACED A SKA OF UPTURNED FACES. Then, with one last pressure of her j Jiother's hands, the singer glided for ward and faced the sea of upturned faces. From the first tremulous notes through all to the hush that fell upon the audience as they leaned forward eirgetting that the singer had ceased, the mother, leaning forward in her chair with tightly clasped hands and lips apart, breathlessly followed each curve and bend of that dearly famil iar voice, knowing that her child's puri ty of life, her trials and her joys had all helped to give her this power over her audience. A wave of sound floated to them that thrilling sound of the clapping of thousands of hands. Away from it the singer turned toward the figure in the invalid chair. As the audience slowly wound its way out, commenting upon and praising- the singer, a narrow-chested man with a set ring on a slightly wrinkled right hand remarked to his companion as he lighted a cigarette on the pavement: "By Jove! that singer looked like a lit tle girl who used to be in ouh oflice years ago. Urn suah ouh Mistah Brown would say so." At last all was over. In the fray of the early morning the coach containing the singer and her mother rolled away from the Auditorium. They were both silent, busjT with their thoughts, for their return to Chi cago had revived many memories of for mer struggles. At last the mother said: "Daughter, do you know this is the commencement of Thanksgiving day? How much we both have for which to give thanks to day and always, haven't we?" As Margaret did not reply, her moth er laid her hand on her arm and said, gently: "I know how thankful you are that your .ambitious dream has come true, but the thought often comes to me, my child, are you happy?" And Margaret answered, thought fully: "Yes, there is much for which I am truly thankful. The world says I can sing to them, and you have been spared to listen, to love the singer. If there are shadows in the picture, they are cast perhaps by the musical heights yet unclimbed. "Is your music-box happy? I wonder if she is! With such a mother and a suc cessful music-box in her throat she ought to be, gifted creature! "And yet you know, mother mine: 'If none were sick and none were sad, what service could we render?' I think, and so should you, 'if we were always glad we scarcely could le tender.' " Then they were silent. In a few minutes Margaret began to laugh (and to hear Margaret laugh was a pleasant thing.) She said: "Now, mamma, you know you object to a music al husband. Well, I don't know but I do myself. Often they are not promis ing, I admit. "A real musician with brains, one who thinks thoughts, who has 'a tem perament, is of this world, yet hears unheard melodies, etc., etc. Is that it? Do you imagine thafs the sort of a son-in-law to make 3our daughter happy? Well, since so man' gfd things have come our way let us be thankfu. for them. If you are longing for a musical son-in-law doubtless he will come sing ing along the road that leads to to-morrow or some day. "Now, there's Bruno (scar, the fa mous" added Margaret, teasingTy. But the rest, after the mother's pro testing "Oh, Margaret!" was lost as the door closed behind them. Jexxy Faikmas Smith. Buckicrfs Arnica Salve. n.o Re-t S.t! e in th' vorirl for Cut-, Brui-r-e, Sore1-, UIct-, Silt Llh urn Fever Sore", I'eUer, Champed tl ..ds. Chilhimns ( or:.-, i-nd all akin Eruption, and positively cures pib , or no pay required. It is yuar auiee to yive perfect. fcMsfa "lion or ai'ini', i efur.dd. Price oOc i -r box. Fo- .h t i E P. Whitehe! $ Co . BUOY'S IROV B1TTEKS AXJIAXMl For mtH4 Contains On Hundred Rrolpea for tnx iH? delirious Cwxdr- clieapljr and qnjcnjr at home. This book la glv&"waf at drug wad general store fey-"' i : iTr7wJy!ri fvvA K-l 1 -? ri'-:v A:. .5 the JT. it I - u i - in i-- f h i . i r.ci :i ve.'.r h- : f . t s u j hi - u i. tra from them his l, .-v -. und str. '-!. , a l dance of net ii. crease. j '1 Hen there are di't.iiN He ha. ' gaiiits? s much :t .h: . invc-tmon! II, iui. 1. s much 'ii t h.it . v ,.). tin . !-ec:ui" . h;iv lu'eii handV.l i:np was Mti ;iwiiii!ii !a'i n t- l. i e. . ers. Some have h: ! .i ;u.st limited dc niand. Not one in t vm-iiIv f the p.-, pic w ho came to his store rnew , I the curious things were for. O'.l-.rr did I not care. S-iine thinirs h ran in 'simply because it w;i a grat i tic.-' t i. .n t I him Vo see them i:i stock. l:i the ! er;il easting up. if a -ciunt-s for the rear. I all these considerations find pht -e. A- the merchant greys l..r i-i y.ir , a:id I in b.id.noss his p -v-.esc ,.ls j , ,. I With every successive am,; : ! inv j he til;! ;ib Hit h ;t -cess rv ib-t :i whi. h ;i id tn or d.-tr.. t tic., p.-otit. It tilkes and a st n mg w ill t j : di-light i ul ! ss.-s. and f r in hi. t ; ludirno . i a v. ay t ' :e el: ITilKC t.lc distasteful pr !its. We are nil in business. We may not "buy and sell and get gain." but our lives are our stores, noneihe less, ii.ir patrons are the pe ipic w iacct. 'i'.ie itrofit we m:il; fnnii lii-- i :t. iv".:r . may be summed up in th'M word lleasure. That is the capit of this fanciful tnuli-. Mem r i t !n- informal day look, ch'':-kisl a-id jioted, wiii !. we look over from time to tii.: .:n ' which shows us pa:t transai li :i. lie; .. was a greetiiifr. There was a e.unpii- i ment. Further on was a generous service. rs attere. j t iirotigli it was !.,. record of tro , 1 a Ivi '. valued inf rui:- tion, nameless a!id numlK'rles.s Iwurdits ' conferred. Something from each of ! these is proGt. j Then there are the servi -es we li.iv rendered to others. Am! it is one of I the blessed things . ,f this mo,- - giid.-, year that our chic '--st. pro::., arc .1. rived from our expend i . u res. 1 1. .- grown richest on that for which w paid the most in benefits conferred, j The millionaire is th- niTmis man. , The totally impoverished is he who ' r fver does a .benefit for Lis fel low,. I The wise man's annual day of r.- i. n ing comes in the end of Novi . t Maybe he is a farmer who has wat i;- ! the corn from sharp, green blade . th o cut the soil to autumn's haze, when Jvii''pit li'isk-i reveal the fc'oMeii iru!n." Maybe he is an artisan, w ho La;, armed in summer against th. wolf f winter, i Maybe !. is a patri -t. counlry ri -her for l!ie t.'tdve ii n li t lis" blessui"-. w lio sees his iv. r.low i 'f ' ie e ver lie Tiiard.s l1 ivin.' da y tu ings hitu a tirm for ndleeti iig. It is not i n doi ! irs alone not in columns of figures, not in thr i hi'aped pnxlucts of the mill or the mine, that we measure the richest riches. It is the gain each heart has ivuii, iiie iMMiin e,' ii siiui u.; ii!.,nru ... 1,1 ! 1 1 1 as the months r n by. Here in the t.ni-ht of a !!--e ! year ! let us gather t. get In r alj ut t!.-- tabh-s i vhich bear our plainer bh s-infK, ;in,i J cast up the record of the tv. i u m'.l.'s ; trale. How much of i i - i i we have j gained; how much of h:i;e' cs.s, h iw ' much of charity! How w. ,i v.eliri.c ! learned the blessedness of giving: the1 priceless privilege of pardon, the tin- ! speakable pleasure of u fragrant ' mem' ry. ; Having these, it matters little how j went the trivial fortunes of the year. ! Having these, finding a balance on th I credit side, our board is rich indeed, though it bear but bread and water. Having these the choicer blessings of the year let tis make tha nksgi ving for a summer ended, and pray to "Him who count.1 lijV'jt an3s. And holdH our loved ouch in handa," to send us forward cheerfully into that undiscovered country of the future. L Kit i v A ii m s t no x q . WORKING OVKKTIMK. Colonel (Jre- Well. Crude Jasper, I see you have your turkey. You must have been working right hard lately to 1 e aide to get such a line fellow its that. I 'rich- .la -per Yas, sah; night wuk, mos'ly. Buck. i he I iiiiior' i ' V' r iiis 1". -.-.";: ri" -n-J 0a. .;;iUng. h such feviodly cfi . It o3.--t :'.. I ' r r.d starvj :.n of a y-ar; ' :.' Joau r fr in Farcer l:.gD, rj-tatx- i fr.iK. !..-. ,i:i.-bi', : And from Lis roeery man a bam a&d ooe big box of rxiUlcLfcs. ', He baked tl.e sweet potafx-8, tt bollfed tha And served It in connection with a stavln' ixt of jam: He loch' '5 t..- door and s-r.read the feast, and ate till eventide. Th'-n shoutt-d: tbe Lord:" and then- well satisfied, be died: Atlanta Constitution. I.eady for More Mrs. Tomdik We ought to be happy on this Thanksgiving day. I'm sure we have much to be thankful for. Tomdik Yes; but I feel that I could be thankful for a great deal more if we had it to be thankful for. Judge YaZ 'Iron n i; .1 o.iit rs. rbysicUu-. .v.- 'i.-:--.!t.i Kepler teen it. il.' j ti'A'.r. Genuine .... t..k irtitnson wraoMr. 'W-i- - ?--a ,-r"- 'r 3 - -' V r '' ' r ,- - ' s to' k f ; jr f - j ( t rrr .-. r r J ! i ! ; ? T ;.r r r i.; ' t iss i ' I! ' tf r-- u . W: i A , 1 T! . TT.At.i.". 1 1 hr jr.. -t j The f . .. : ! pi'irnh. It" i . i i I.'sa ' . r ru. . Aini oiri ie,-f.:;. h .ti. r T(-.i.' !!: .'Il m.lti ,-nr l :: N v. 1 t . It)- in r..l . 1 a . r :!;; fl,i una t i . , i t..; .it.. . .r.l- t IV lui'.h ! : r-,fl t!i. f lei, 1 '. -. i -ri i iUrlt W hi;. Th- 1 Hv 1. T!.'- . Hi -, k - - '. .: nnfll. ( i . ii ( t .. i.e.,.!.! . , t'.. 1 ', ,r. , Mut hi thy ;. ', ..n i Until s ' Wli.it .!i:r.r sl.i'ul'I r i ii K ( rtrl!r.f v !. 1. 1,, n nt" j ,ir t . 1:. art n I ul i- !n ... v 1 ! i. :: : l ( r t I- .1 If v. h it c u in i';ir PrmiU, liallli-, -. i . ireli . ci;r,' lii' fthotil l 1 1- 11. I 'M ll!i l mi raid t ' : . . f r. 1 to i .t,. , i i V i ; still Ik- Thyjuiu. I'll A'M f 1 -.r K IIAM.1, A I.O I V III I II. u f r- ' 1 i i i i! va ri : . ?j - I . ; r ? ' w ' -r,t i , I v n. i "What -lid she die of" "She ,' 'I. .-. !c 1 her stummiek with turkey an' niiiiee pi on 'I lia n k vcti'!" "Oh, wh it a ! v:ly death- How I livy h IltT corps-. l.lle. A Mumlilr I rmt. First Small Boy - I cun t play any 1 . i on'rer. llllli to go home to Thank- riving dinner. Sec p i S:n ill Boy-- 'I 'ban k stri i i n ' din-i'-r was over two or t ii ree da , ago 1 i ' t I'.- --- We , liav our 1 hanlo gi -in' a few day., late. I' p .u v '. irkev re:" things i-, i ln-ajn-r toco, ii:-.' 'leri-'s more ti l.e thankful for. -S'ewfi. A m oi:: in i in: hik. X. :'eV. .... .. . Tir . '.' ung man. do you '. j---t to . l.o.rat'- '1 i:a?iU---.vii,V j You.-.;' ; :; ., i !. , not: I Turkey -W.-ll, all right; I wi--,h ti l ernark that a word to the. wis' is sufh- cient. J The J'f.l Miol I lie Krtllf. I "This is a hard fate." sai l theroa-st ; turkey t the ' ir'. l:n':f . J "It isn't as hard you ar -." re'- rt'-'l i the knife, a -, hi, : was t -i.-ii--I h i ; I b' the turkey's breast -Harp -r s Ba.ar. Tt'ltK;V I N AHA. it'- L- MV IV. S" T " v rrt Buck. Very Though tfal. Mrs. Cumso I wonder why the m-s-sion of congress is arranged to l-gin fin the first Monday of Weeem.MT instead of the fir-t Monday of November. Curnho 1 'ne idea was to have noth- j ing interfere with the enjoyment of ' Thanksgiving day. Brooklyn Life. liir.V. l ". SWITKItS. "1 tuiwja li i, ? Tl ts.r t ! I w- s ; -i j l ' - - . . iL .
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