cfc
II UN w I n t or rlotliuH th
earth In white,
When coldest winds tuo
blowing.
Winn shortlist day lirliiKH
loliKost lllltllt,
When Icy streams aro UovvIiik
riicri In thi' shelter of tlio homo
We know tlm Joy of living,
And In tin' cheerful lliesldo ;lovv
Kind cause, for truo ttiutilt MKlvifir;.
When sprltiK returns with svveottiBt breath,
When birds u rr jcnyly sltntlng,
When llft prevails where onco wan death,
Kellef mid nladncPM IuImkIhk
Then In the lcalltiK 'f the treus,
In verdure new ami tender,
We see tin- work of Providence,
Anil heal ty priilse wo render.
When Niitiiiiinr'ii dtoiimyfllays aro ours,
And In the vali-H and iiiinititalnii
We view the heauty of the lloworrf,
The cleainliiK of the fountains
Then from the Klory ofthohlllH,
From splendors wide iilioundltiK,
From all things wiinn anil bright and fair
A call of pralMo Is Hounding.
15ut ehlelly when the auliiinii coniOH,
With all ItH weight of treasure,
And rich reward of care and toll
lleatowH In ftillcHt mensiirt
A invrlad or Imnls, tli Ids, and vines
l'lni iilm to all tile living.
"A loving Ood HiipplliH your nerd
Oh, praiHi 1 1 1 in with thanlt.st Ivlng1"
-Mary Joanna I'ortor, In Harper's Unznr.
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it!"
J3W Her IiiihIiiiikI looked at
Iter transfixed wilh horror. "Hut listen
to reason, Marthy," hi' said, pleadingly.
"You ineaii nil right enough, but it's
n tumble roshy experiment. You'll
tipilu tlu' hull day ior lliem and us too."
"Jest wait and see, 'llijiih."
"A nice Thanksgivin' we'll hev!"
groaned Farmer Gates. "It's jest rcn
dikcrlus t he way ye'regoin' to act. I'll
go and tell .lams about it, and stop her
coniin'."
".Now see here, Mlijuh (Jates," said his
wife, turning around upon him .piiokly.
"If thorn's any roedikcrlusncss about
this hull business, L reckon it'll all be
owin' lo you. Hero's .lane and John
lUiberts hain't spoke to each other for
1iftc;en year own brother and bister,
too all on account of nothin', as ye
might say. She's livin' on the old farm
ill alone with old Jehu, growin' crank
ier an' bitterer ev'ry day. As fur him,
he's (jot, a pretty little w ife an' baby, an'
yet I'll bet his heart keeps a hnnkerin'
after the sister that was a In uz a mother
to him. An' I say it's a shame, an' I'm
jest a join' to bring 'em together!"
He shook his head. "It can't bedone,
Marthy," he said. "If you bring Via
together in this house it'll make it on
jileasant for ev'ry one. Mcsiijcs, it'll be
4i queer Thunksgjvin' for poor Tom and
.Susy, fur we've ulwuz had sech good
jolly times on this day. We'll all be
iike chunks o' ice."
Tom and Susy were as blue lis their
lather over their mother's decision.
"Lots of fun we'll lme," complained
Tom. "L don't see what mother can
and in Aunt Jane, a regular straight
laced old maid. 'Her cry looks would
turn sweet, milk sour."
"1 kno-v i shall laugh at her," said
Susy. "1 do just love to do something u
little bit improper, just to see how
shocked she looks. She thinks I'm the
boldest, Norst-mnuncred girl she ever
met, 1 know she does. And she thinks
Tom's Die sulkiest."
"Susy," said Tom, scornfully, "I do
wish you'd be u little more particular
about your grammar. One would sup
pose I was the sulkiest girl she ever
met. Don't underrate my dignity any
more than necessary. It'll be crushed
enough when Aunt Jane comes. She
isn't our aunt, either only our second
cousin, thank goodness!"
"Oh, mother," tauntingly cried Susy,
"here's Tom talking about losing his
dignity because my grammar made him
out a girl. My goodness I 1 reckon there
Isn't any such thing as dignity unless
it's connected with b-o-y, boy."
"Now do stop your quarreling," ex
claimed Mrs. Gates. "It's very strange
that you two can't talk without saying
somcthiu' hateful to each other. I
don't see why you can't behave ami
treat each other politely as you do other
people's brothers and sisters."
"Hut Susy is so unladylike," grum
bled Tom.
"And Tom issodignified,"sureatical
ly retorted Susy, 'that even his own sis
ter can't touch him with a ten-foot
pole!"
"lJosides," said Mrs. Gates, severely,
"Aunt Jane's had enough to make her
Btern and unloving. She was a pretty
girl when her motherdied and left John,
only three years old. She was goin' to
ho married, but gave that and every
thing all up, to make a home for her
father and John. Then her father got
Hick with old-fashioned consumption,
and for long,' weary years she took
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in re of him anil managed the farm, and
too); care of John, till her health give
nut an' her nones got all unstrung.
Then she grew awful fretty, an' ev'ry -thing
bothered her. An' John, he never
understood howJtwiiH. An' after their
father died they had a few word, which
led to bigger ones, and John called her
a mean, hatefulold maid, that the world
would be better off if she was out of it,
and she retorted that that was all the
thanks she got for givin' up cv'rythin'
for him. So they parted. She give
John half of what the place was worth,
an' he bought another in Stamford. An
they've never spoke Hence. Hut I know
hIio's most broke her heart over it, an'
It's a shame."
"Hut how In the world. Marthy," said
Mr. Gates, "kin you reconcile two peo
ple if they won't be reconciled V"
"That's jest what I'm goin' to try to
find out, father," said his wife, "I reely
dou't know nothin' about it, but Itdoes
svein to mens if they two couldn't be in
the same house together, an' at a
Thanksgivin' dinner, too, without
thlnkiu' of this, pust an' kinder nieltin'.
An' there's the baby, too! I s'pose it
will be kinder einbarrassin' at first, but
if c use tact, an' be reel keerful "
The unsuspecting brother und sister
both accepted their cousin's urgent in
vitation to spend Thanksgivin' with her
family. I'oor 'Hijnh's heart misgave
him more and mote as the time passed
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o'i. He didn't have the heart to speak
1. s discouraging thoughts to his
troubled wife, ami he felt that it would
not be loyal to her to appear to blame
her to Tom and Susy, so he made a fre
quent confidant of old Sorrel, the horse,
to whom he would shake his head nnd
say: "1 never looked for'ard with dread
to Thanksgivin' day before, Sorrel, an'
1 hope I never willag'in."
OuThnnUsgiving eve, Mlijah Gates and
his wife were at the depot to meet their
guests. The train from the easy-nine
in and deposited John and his pretty
young wife, ami his wonderful baby.
Then the tiain puffed away westward.
Mlijah placed the three newcomers on
the back seat, then they waited a few
minutes before starting, ostensibly for
the purpose of talking. Then the train
from the west slid in.
Now Mis. Gates' heart gave a great
jump, and Mlijah became very nervous
aim um.isy. What would Jane, say
when they brought her to the carriage,
and she saw who were there'.'
Mrs. Gates slipped away to meet Jane.
"Thank heaven, it's too dark for her to
see! Now if the train'U only start be
fore she llnds it out! Then she can't
do nothin', but come with us to-night,
anyway, 'cause there isn't another train
till to-morrow morning."
This train also putVed oil. Mrs. Gates
began to feel a little slinky, as she es
cort el Jane to the carriage. What
would June and John do?
"Wall, Jane," said Mr. Gates, heartily;
"glad ye've come. Step right in on the
front seat with Marthy and me." Then,
with a fast-beating heart, to let her
know who was in the back seat, he
culled out: "Now, John, 111 take care
of Jane, an' leave you to take care of
your wife an' baby."
They felt Jane suddenly start and
then grow rigid, and then felt more and
more sure, as the miserable time passed
on, that she could never forgive thmn
for their good-intcntioncd deception.
She would not speak one word on the
way home, but sat upright and motion
less. The others talked to "keep up
appearances," but a strange wall of ice
seemed to have frozen up between each
one there.
Tom and Susy met them at the door,
filled with mingled humor and appre
hension. They were too young and in
experienced and thoughtless to feel
the tragedy In the scene before them.
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filled the lonely, middle-aged woman's
heart with new bitterness. Then, when
they entered the warm room, ever body
crowded around the baby and John's
pretty young wife. They tried to in
clude Aunt June In the brightness, lint
she kept herself persistently aloof. She
wouldn't even take oil' her hat and cloak,
nor wait to warm her hands, but march
jng straight up to Mrs. Gates, said;
"Martini, please tell me which room I'm
to have." She added, sternly: "I'll
never, never forgive you, Martha
Gates!"
I'oor Mrs. Gates showed her the room
and left her. Then she went into the
kitchen. 'Ilijali was there alone. "Oh,
.Marthy, Marthy," he said. "1 wouldn't
hae had this happen for the world."
"She's a-goin' oil" on the six o'clock
train in the mornin'," half sobbed his
wife, "an' she won't cat no supper nor
breakfast, an' she says she'll never for
give me. Oh, MSijnh.'l did it all for the
best! Surely, God'll help us out. He
alwuz did before when we did the best
we could."
It was only about six o'clock in the
evening when they reached home from
the train. The day had been very mild
and the heavy snow of the day before
had rapidly disappeared in the warm
sunshine. Suddenly, however, a keen,
fierce wind arose, and when John and
his wife went to bed their panes were
covered with a thick frost in spite of the
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fire in the little stove, which on this
night proved inadequate to keep the
large room warm.
John, too, was considerably annoyed
at Martha Gates' deception. lie would
have done anything to spare his wife
the unpleasantness of this ill-advised
Thanksgiving gathering.
"I hope ma's satislicd now," said Tom,
sulkily.as he anil fiis sister wire getting
ready to go to their rooms.
"She probably is," tittered Susy.
"1 think it's so silly for a girl to be
gipgling all the time," said Tom.
"And I think it's just delightful to
have a dear brother find so much fault
all the time," ,aid Susy.
And even far into the night Mrs. Gates
lay wakeful and restless beside her
sleeping husband. Her strong, resolute
spirit was completely humbled. "Oh,
dear Lord," she whispered, "L meant it
all for the best! Ain't there no way to
bring eni together? Oh, make a way!"
At last a feeling of hweet peace stole
over her troubled .senses and she slept.
She awoke very suddenly. Someone
was moving about in the kitchen. She
could hear the stove covers rattlingand
other sounds, then startled voices. She
lit a lamp, half dressed herself and en
tered the kitchen. There were John
and his wife, also half dressed, trying to
ghe the baby a warm drink.
Everything was confusion for a littlu
while. The only thingdellnitely known
and understood was that the baby was
dangerously ill.
Then Mlijah was aroused and star'e.l
olY posthaste, for the doctor. In th-j
meantime the baby grew less and les.s
able to breathe.
The young mother was cryiivg pi
eously as she held the baby to her
breast. John walked about the kitchen
in a perfectly frenzied condition and
Maitha looked on helplessly.
Suddenly a gaunt, stiff form appeared
in the doorway. It was, lane.
"Don't any of you people know any
thing?" she exclaimed, vigorously.
"That child's got the membraneous
croup. Give him to me this minute. I
saved a bab.v 's life once before the doc
tor came, and I reckon I can do it again.
Martha, I want steam. Set thekettles
on boiling and give me steam."
How she did fly around! ' She made a
little bed some way and raised over It a
blanket tent. Then under cover of the
blanket she slipped the spout of the tea
kettle, meanwhile ordering them to
place the baby in the bed. Very soon
the little tent was filled with warm,
moist air. and a hot poultice was
placed on i he child's throat. When the
doctor en me the little one w as breathing
easily. Jane told him what had been
the condition of the child and just what
f-he had done and he said, very emphat
ically and respectfully: "Miidani, you
have undoubtedly saved the child's life.
I should lane come too late."
He remained a short time, then left,
and there was a deep silence amid the
little company. The pretty young
mother went up to the stern, lonely old
miijii, put hernnnsnround her neck mid
sobbed on her breast. "Jane," she said,
"dear sister J ane I"
And John'.' John was crying like a
big baby, and Martha's eyes shone, and
Martha's lips said: "Oh, Lord, J thank
t lice ! " l'odney lllnkc, in American Ag
riculturist. Com fort Ink Though tn.
We are not unmindful that during
the past twelve months many hearth
stones have been left desolate, or that
riches have taken to themselves wings
and plunged the household into pov
erty, or that worse sorrow of dishonor
or disgrace lias quenched the light of
joy in the once happy home. Such in
deed have tasted of the bitter waters
of Marah, but even these trials may
have been blessings in disguise. The
One who suffers them to be must know
that the discipline, however grievous,
is for good, and in His own good time
lie will turn the bitter into sweet and
reveal the well of lClIm to t lie burdened
and despairing soul. Could we but
see with ierf'et vision in our greatest
Korrov, s wV might find oil; selves uicoin
passed with a celestial host sent to min
ister to us in our hour of extremity.
Our journey Heavenward is ever be
neath the watchful eye of our Father;
if He chastens us it is what we remiire.
and He loves us too well to pass it by;
in every experience He is leading' us,
and He will not suffer ns to be tried
beyond what we can endure, and in the
end He will give us comfort and peace.
Let us remember that not one of us
is called to wander alone; the Lord
goes with us step by step ready to bear
our burdens and carry our griefs if we
let Him, and though our eyes may he
tear-dimmed and our voices falter as
we uplift them to God to-day is not
the though that He never leaves nor
forsakes his children a cause for
praise and thanksgiving? Can we not
then say from the inmost depths of our
hearts:
Pratso to God. limiiortnl prulso
For tho love that crowns our days'"
Christian Work.
FOOLISH AM) AVISi: TUKKUVS.
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appetite to its full extent and waxes
fat totally forgetful of the fact"that
Thanksgiving day draws near and that
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Tho wise turkey, who is mindful of
the great nationnl holiday and rigidly
follows the anti-fat regimen.
The foolish turkey as he appenrs tho
day after Thanksgiving showing tho
third stage in the developmental meta
morphoses of the great American bird.
-Chicago Mail.
SoiiH-thliif- to Me TliunUdil i.-(,r.
If you have nothing else to bo thank
ful for on Thanksgiving day, you can
at least be thiuikfiil that vou arc not a
turkey. Uchisou Globe.
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NINETEEN DKOWNED.
A Olovolnnd Blootrio Onr Plung09
Headlong into a Bivor.
Fifteen Itoilles Kecovercd and lilenl Hied,
unit Tour Are Still MIihIiik I'nthotlo
SJL'i'liiiS In the Vlellilty of the
Terrible Dltuster.
Cr.r.vr.i.AN'D, O., Nov. is. About tho
hour when tralllo is heaviest on tho
street railway lines, Saturday evening,
the West Clovolntulors, on their way
from business to their homes, crowd
ing the ears, one electric motor car,
loaded to tho steps, approached the
viaduct at an ordinary rate of speed,
when a cry of warning arose. The draw
was open, but for some unaccountable
reason, the signal was not received In
time, and the car, with its human
freight, shot over the edge, plunging
101 feet to the river below. There were
about twenty-five people in the car and
all who did not jump in time were
drowned. The car approached the
draw just as a vessel was Hearing it
and tho bridge attendants had closed
the big iron gates and were preparing
to swing the draw. As is the rale,
the car stopped and the conductor
went forward to releaso the switch
in case the way was clear. He
must have been blinded by the oleetriu
lights, for an eye witness declared that
although the gates were closed and tho
draw was already in motion thu con
ductor raised the switch handle. Thu
motorman applied the current and thu
car shot forward and struck the
gates- with a crash. There was only
a moment's imtso and then the heavy
car ground its way through the
wreckage and plunged over the brink
amid the screams and frantic strug
gles of the passengers, who at the first
intimation of danger rushed for tho
rear door. The car struck the stream
with a great splash and disappeared
from sight under the water. As it went
over the brink the motorman jumped
from the vestibule front, but all the
other occupants of the car with the ex
ception of tho few who had managed
to jump as it toppled over went down
to certain death, everyone of them be
ing drowned. Within tlve minutes
after the accident the surface of thu
river revealed nothing of the tragedy
that had just been enacted. The wa
ters had closed over the ear and its
passengers and the work of reseu inir
the bodies in the uncertain light was
slow indeed.
Thu scenes about the river Saturday
nitfht and Sunday while the work of
rescue was being prosecuted were pa
thetic in the extreme. In the center
of the bridge men, women and children
went this way and that way, scream
ing, jostling each other, women tear
ing their hair and culling upon God to
save their dear ones. Women fainted
and were, trampled upon by the mad,
rushing and insane crowd. It was im
possible to keep any kind of order and
the effort was linally abandoned. Thu
number of victims recovered is fifteen.
All of the dead have been identified,
but four persons who were supposed
to Iiavo been on the ill-fated car as it
made its awful plunge are still miss
inir, and there .seems to he no doubt
that their bodies will be taken from
the bottom of the river when the
heavy iron trucks of tho wrecked
motor aro raised.
AUTHOR OF "AMERICA" DEAD.
IJv. Dr. Smith SneeiimlM
lleurt DIseiiHD,
suddenly lo
Hosto.v, Nov. IS. Dr. Samuel
F.
Smith, tho composer of "America,"
was on his way to Hyde l'ark, where
he was to preach Sunday, and was
taken ill at thu New York and New
RAMl'i:t. I SMITH.
England depot Saturday. He was re
moved to the Emergency hospital,
where he died at 5 o'clock from heart
disease. The writing of America's
national anthem was enough work
for an entire lifetime. and it
is by this alouo that Dr. Smith
will bo remembered by posterity, his
other works, several of them about his
missionary labors and travels, for hu
was a minister, aro not of a character
or nature to command wide attention.
Dr. Smith was a native of lloston
and 87 years old last month. Last
January, just previous to thu celebra
tion in his honor, ho wrote the account
"ris f 'jm - "u to wrltu "My Countri'
Work of H Miiryliiuil Slob.
FiiKDintiCK, Mil., Nov. IS. James
Goings, who assaulted Miss Lizzie.
Jones at tho home of Hamilton Gcis
hert, near this city, Saturdav night,
was taken from thu jail by ii mob of
300 men yesterday morning innl hanged
to a trcu in a Hold on thu Jefferson
turnpike, a mile from tho city.
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