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TTJESDAT, SOVEMBER II, 1813. THK OA STOMA GAZETTr- GASTOXIA IS A BUST TOW3T. PAGE SEYI3I. 'fii'ji'.Vj"' m m -m. an -v. .-.i-'. at , r-. w. m 1 at at .-a . at .- m ar e. s t . a t V J UT 1 as M ...vi-i-t i a h. -fW -.a m. -A. i ear ni.'r. i - -i- ,-m .-AS - - U if V MM A Thanksgiviii! Worth Wh!i2 By JENNIE FO WLtR-VVI LL1 NG 1913. by Am- r.c.in Press Asfooiation l III' ...... tl . .. .111. Ml ..I- l a thf iiirony of Ilie wmi'ii M i roiii Iiinu over Hie ihini: l.n-. Th si:i Iv N'ni i'IuIm t vrind snarled down the -him ! !r-ni.iJ pis Mlul sishes Into licr f;i -. Sin- i.mt terod hrokeiil.T to li'-rsol! : "I! i !. a s!i' sjife! I must s:ic uiv I mi.. "' glani in townrd l!ie -h 1 1 ! col utu-iv Imt chuli!." litlle l ln e c.ir ol.l l.iy SltH"!!. "Now's my o:i!y !:: WLon tticy we:v i iniiiii;' hoim ft 1:11 the "burying ground" ami Mehiiie turupd down I!:lill street she knew that would he tin- last of hi:n till he'd Elepi o.T his bi'ii-e. Soaietliiu' ptil :'d so hard at her hearts! riti i.r- they sftiied ready to sua p. lie was stub u splendid (ellow rbeu they were tnarriiKl: She shiMik a If in nu apie tit. m uttering to keep up her eouraKe. "I must save my hoy:" , She rained her bastard face and hit back a Htjtllnp sob. "O Co l. I've dune my very Itest for Melville, hut I've fail edfailedfailed! 1 cau ouly turu him over to thee!" She peered around the room in the dim liht. Her wedding presents made a cocy nent of it nt first, hut they had all gone to tbe pawnshop. "Mae Maude always had the knack & flxln things np." her old farmer fa ther had said. '"Took after her moth er.'' ' Make a nicer boinpiet out of a bunch o mayweed nn' a mullein stalk than anybody else could with piniesan" lilies.- ' :;'. She smiled bitterly over the dear lit tie flattery while she packed her old suit rase, even thanking God that her father and mother were safe in his heaven. 'They'll keep poor baby from being afraid of the newness and I must save my boyr ; r She took from iU hiding place the 1200 that had lieen paid for the old farm things That would take her and little Mellie to Ajr-rie Duncan, down in Texas, and she'd trust God for tbe DBA00I50 THE RTTER FOB TBE MlSSrSO BODIES. rest. Judge Tremaine's folks would take care of Melville as long as he last ed. Another great sob! In those awful hours alone with her dying baby she had wrought out her plan. A swing of Mellie's old bat be- J fore the locomotive when the express slowed for the bridge, tossing It into tbe water with her old shawl, a clam ber tip tbe steps of tbe last car and a settling into a seat by the door. It never entered the heads of the train crew that the dozing woman with the sleeping little boy in her lap had stopped tbe train. After dragging the river for the miss ing bodies the "friends' gave them top. Poor Mae Maude.' The loss of her baby had driven her crazy, and she bad drowned herself and her boy. . She brought up at the home of Agnes Duncan, th dear, dumpy little help meet of a large sized borne missionary vbose heart, everybody said, was "as big as all outdoors." TVir hnndliox - of s manse was "packed to the eaves with babies and happiness The small lady bad a few swiff iut investments, the interest on wfc h fie knew would come in handy Ttiii- 'w "threw herself away" on big iohi 1'iiaena - '" : iiere,. Mae Ma ode,? rblppereti ,Ur i after the tornado of we r j comes had blown over. "I guess you'll I have to take hold of Jack's job. These Mir cowboys almost worship a wo I man's shadow. And then the settlers' homes they have to lie awfully net: j ! ted I can't go with Jackie very I ol'leii on account of the babies He'll ' p't you a good pony ami turn you j loose on them. and. my. oh. the tood 1 you'll do them! A special provideii'-e. j I all !t!" I Mae Maude smiled as the iinmediate ! nhed before licr 'mind's eye" A miiri' kind of provident e. she thought I'.ct sli. fell into line and was soon gal li j iiit; over plain a::d prairie, n full si el benediction in the settlers' homes am) the bai Klxitieof t In- nea rest school h.nise Minila.v school, to ivlii li the cow boys tl e ke 1 for miles around for "a ! i I . !. at tile new super, just on I from t;. 'e.-rst." tM-.e Sabbath !fs Agnes . rimsotied j to the routs of her hair with the ter j rib'e publicity" of telling the Sunday j school folks about 'he "hee" 1 lie v were ) going to have, to put up a lean to. with , a porch for vines, to give the new sil J perinteudent a living room, and would I they all come? And those who hadn't I any women folks of their own to bring ; to help get tbe big dinner and supper might bring somebody clue's, and Mr. I riiinean was over on Forty Mile run or i he'd give it out. but they'd all come Just the same and have a mighty good time putting up the new Sunday school lady's lean-to. When Mae Maude climbed up on the rear car of the express, after throw ing her old shawl nnd her boy's hat Into the river that bleak Novemlier night of the baby's funeral, she was sure she could never laugh again. But when Mrs Agnes told Jack the next day about her announcement of the 1ee" Mne Maude had to put the frills on the story. Jack Duncan 'caught his wee. plump wife In his arms, with a bnby or two thrown In for good meas ure, their squeals of merriment ac companying his full throated American laugh, their heels kicking his broad chest gleefully, while the second edi tion of Melville Tremaine squeezed his mother's neck, shouting mildly: "We don't have to preach, momsy and me. We'm goln' to farm It!" Then all joined, big and little. In the chorus of laughter, and there came near lieing a riot of hugs nnd kisses. Mae Maude, with tde help of the second generation of Duncans and her correspondence with the "back to the soil" wise men of Washington, made the manse ten acre lot bud and blos som as the rose. Many a good hint did she give the settlers and their wives that made her word on "farming It" take the place of their "rule of thumb" methods. Dan Wetherell. a thoroughgoing young ranchman, with his eye on the legislature, noticed her neat, trim np learanoe while she took notes in the "lecture car" and increased the fre quency of his visits at the manse. One day he quizzed Mrs. Agnes about her friend's widowhood, quite shock ing her by asking her if It were "sod or grass " Mae Maude heird only the word "widow." but it seut the "creeps" up and down her spine. After that Dan Wetherell might as well have tried to win one of Greufel's Labrador ieaks. She kept tab on tbe home folks through the Duncans, even to the mys terious disappearance of Melville Tre maine soon after her owu. Every body had given him up for dead; but. woman fashion, she held stubbornly the hope that she would see him again her very own the noble fellow that he was when she first knew blm. Hav ing been through the ordeal herself and knowing how they always thought along the same lines when be was him self, she looked for him to come to her -permanently redeemed. One evening a day or two- before Thanksgiving John Duncan came home from a two weeks' trip. He was silent and a bsent minded, though tbe small house was fairly tipsy w ith merriment. Agues' usual expedient of putting the baby in his arms was a flat failure. It came near breaking the child's .neck, for he set It down on the floor, its long clothes wadded about its useless feet, and when it was tumbling over on Its small ixwe he took It, this way and that, as he would have done a bag of grain to make it stand on end. Mrs Agnes sprang to the rescue. "For mercy's sake. Jack!" He came to the surface long enough to beg the baby's pardon and stop with a big. brushy kiss its issue of protest ing notes. "Come. Aggy. let's gu and take a walk." He drew her hand into tbe liend of bis elliow. leaving tbe baby and the Thanksgiving hoi that had just ar rived from the home church, the con tents of which tbe junior Duncans were almost perishing to explore. Just fairly beyoud earshot be bake out with,. "Lost my trail yesterday, Ag gie, and you can't guess wbom I ran across." "No. Jack. .WhoT certain that tbe mystery of bis abstraction waa about to unravel Itself. "Melville Tremaine.' "So. Jack-. He's dead." "Not by a long ahot! The liveliest fellow I've net for many a day! Stay- , Ufmim&h ' &&2r$ v 3 a m V4 HERE'S MY Fhoto by American "Press Association. ed all night with whole irjT" him! Toid me the ".la u Dum an. what are you saying? Didn't he drink himself to death?" "Tried to after Mae Maude left, but the Salvation Army folks down there ' In the city got hold of him." "Oh. Jackie' And doesn't he drink j now V" f "Teetotal to the backbone! When the Kior cowImivs get near the last ditch they'll fight for a chance to get to blm When the Lord makes a man over the job can't be improved, spe cially such a one as Mell Tremaine." "Did you Inform him about Mae Maude?" "It was mighty close work to get around that, for she's uppermost in his thoughts, but I said to myself. 'Aggie and I'll treat all hands to one big sur prise.' He'd never given her up He said: i know her conscience. She'd never go to God without a good, straight summons drowning the boy too! From something she said once, she's somewhere in the southwest. I'll find her vet. Mv business Is to make myself worthy of her love.' My heart ached to tell him the whole story, but I thought he could wait a day or two longer and we'd have one good, old surprise down here where things don't often happen He promised to come to our Thanksgiving dinner. He's well fixed on his ranch." Little Mrs Aggie was laughing and crying and hiding her face in his shirt front Then her honsekeenerliness came to her help. "There'll lie a lot o" things In the Thanksgiving box. and Mae Mande has been fattening one of the turkeys!" Then came a relapse and another outburst: "Oh. Jackie. Jackie! But won't we have a Thanks- i giving worth while?' Bs Thankful Anyway. Tbe real, original and genuine Thanksgiving dinner must boast a tur key and cranberry sauce If it Is to be strictly orthodox In regard to the menu. Next to that in importance la the mince or pumpkin pie Yet if none of these things Is forth coming It Is well to be thankful any way. In the' words of that rare old Pennsylvania philosopher. Benjamin Franklin:. "Wi will thank God that we have bread and butter to sat, and if wa have no butter wa will thank God for the bread." , THANKSGIVING ONCE A FAST, NOT. A FEAST. Thanksgiving Was Not Fatal to Tur keys In Early Days. Turkey did not figure in the original Thanksgiving feast, but It became a feature of that historic meal so long ego that the reason Is lost in oblivion. On the original Thanksgiving day tbe pilgrim fathers fasted and gave verbal thanks that they had been saved from the perils of the sea and permitted to find a home in the new land. Giving up every sort of occupation and spend ing the time in Rible reading and In prayer, the colonists regarded it as an annual occasion of much solemnity. It was not until thirteen years after Photo by Amsrtcaa Preaa Association, jtC t . 7S- . " ..i...,,.,,,,.,,, r,.,.,,,., : v, hl ?rt -rrj - ' j J I WONDER what I can have don To merit all this trouble Shut up where I can have no fun And bent until I'm doublet ' This morning all the folks rushed 'out And chased me over fences And hare and there and round about." Until I lost my senses. I ran toward the farmer'a wlfe ' And thought ehe would befriend m $ut even she upon any life t - : . Did nothing' to defend mat;. : - . , - -. . -- . DINNER.' the settling of Massachusetts that Thanksgiving day received official cognizance, although it was generally observed by churchgoing and after a few years of stern fasting a better dinner than was served on week days. Thus by degrees the feature of the great day became the dinner that ac companied it A Candy Cornucopia. A cornucopia formed of nougat or white candy makes nn effective table decoration at Thanksgiving and has the added advantage that the children cau break It up and eat It afterward. It may be filled with candied oranges and grapes, matrons glaces and other nuts. IN8TJEAD, she.srabbed me by a foot With no consideration, ' And in this arisen I waa put Without an explanation. The farmer's ahareening an ax The children talk of "dressing." Oh, my, I wish I know the factal .These rumors are depressing! . . ' - : -.:-'.- . .- ; ' ',' But all the future I can eee Looks very, very murky. Just now I think I'd rather be A cfcicksn than a turkey. . "' '' . ''- ft ,,,,,, i TTTTTT1 ADE'S THANKSGIVING FAITH. Here is a story apropos of Thanksgiving for which George J Ade. the humorist, is directly re- sponsible. J "The only time I ever lielieved in the transmigration of souls was one frosty .November after noon on my Indiana farm." be said to some friends not lonjjago, "It was a day or two before Thanksgiving. The trees were bare. The fields were a russet brown color. Toward tne over those russet fields strutted a very plump, very large, very young turkey. "Then It was that an ardent belief In the d Mirine of metemp sychosis seized me. "'You.' I snhl to the superb bird 'von are now a turkey. Aud you will die tomorrow. But 1 cheer up Your next transmi- i gnitlon will be into the body of a Jj humorist not unknown to fame.' " 1 THE HORN OF PLENTY AS A SYMBOL OF THANKSGIVING. The cornucopia, or born of fruitful ness and abundance, always used by the Greeks and Kotnans as the symbol of plenty, is an apt expression of the sentiment that prevails on Thanksgiv ing day Filled with fruits and flow ers, it makes one of the most charming of centerpieces for the Thanksgiving dinner table. The contents should be arranged so that the cornucopia is over flowing, the fruits and flowers running out of the horn and over the table. A cornucopia may lie made of wire covered with silk, or again with linen, or it might be 'made of cardboard on which vines or autumn leaves are sewed. The leaves of the gajax. which do not fade, could be used, although one should prefer the beautiful black lierry vine, which at this season Is al ways at Its best In color. The leaves of the vine should Ue made to run up toward the mouth of the horn aud trail about Its edges, suggesting a horn being wound about with. them. Flow ers, too. should fall a Unit the brim so that fidelity to the original Idea might be preserved A Thanksgiving Prayer. ;oOD thing to read on Thanks giving day . If one feels that the trials and tribulations of the year on weigh the compensa tions. Is the prayer of Robert Louts Stevenson, the poet, writ ten during his last Illness In Sa moa It breathes the very es sence of the Thanksgiving spirit Here It Is. A t i "Ult thanh thee for this place In which we dwell t for the leve that unites us; for the peace accorded us this day $ for the hope with which we erpect the tomorrow ; for the health, the worh, the food and the bright shies that mahe our Uvea delightful ; for our frlende fn all parts of the earth." Goose and Turkey Rivals. The goose may soon replace the clas sic bird which now forms the apex of most Thanksgiving feasts if the ad vice of some food experts Is followed. According to them, the turkey is Im mature before Christmas, being put through a system of forcing to get to the proper weight and fatness. While its flesh is all right as far as health goes. its. flavor Is not at Its best until Christmas, when It really becomes tbe king of fowls. On the other hand, the flesh of the goose has reached lta per fection at Thanksgiving time. Pride Goes Before a Fall. "Stop!" The word was hissed by a goose just as a gobbler with all sails set strutted by. But the proud bird. Intent on ad miring bis own plumage. Ignored the command. "Humph." sniffed the envious an serlne "He's all puffed up because be beard the farmer say Thanksgiving would be bis day to enter society.! I WHAT THANKSGIVING MEANS To the small boy- Turkey and cranberry aauce To the debutante Tbe first dance of tbe season. To the farmer and florist . - - ' V ' Big business. , ; To the wanderer ' t; Borne. ' ' To the mother- v The family will all be there. To the father . ' . . --j .More carving te do. . , ' . To the collegian-- . . . .. - --'. f;.'- Football. ' To the tired shopgirl ' . v - '.' -f ' ' A holiday. - H ; To tbe cbef- " A .;: ' . y; Extra work. ' f j sr r, .
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