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Plymouth roust the
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lay,
When Ilrnilfonl, Uie
good govornqr, pent
fowlers forth . to
snare
The turkey a lid the wild fowl, to Increase
the scanty fare:
"Our husbandry hath prospered, there Is
corn enough for food,
Th'ough 'Lite pease ho parched In blossom,
and the grain Indifferent good.'
Who blessed the loaves nnd fishes for the
feast miraculous,
And tilled with oil the widow's cruse, lie
lmtli remembered us!
"Give thanks unto the Iord of Hosts, by
whom wo all aro fed,
Who granted us our dally prayer: 'Give
us our ilnlly lirendl'
TJy uh and by our children let thin day bo
kept for aye.
In memory of Ills bounty, nq the land's
Thanksgiving day."
Karli brought his share of Indian meal the
ploiiH feast to make,
With the fat deer from the forest and the
wild-fowl from the brake.
And chautrd hymn and prayer were raised
though (.yen with tears were dim
"The Lord lie hath remembered us, Iqt us
remember II Im!"
Then Tlrndford stood up nt their head and
lifted up hs voice:
"The corn Is gathered from the field, I call
you to rejoice;
Thank God for all Ills mercies, from thu
greatest to tho lonst;
Together have we fasted, friends, together
let us. feast.
'The Lord who led forth Israel was with
us In the waste;
Sometime In light, sometime In cloud, be
fore us lie hath paced;
Xow give Him thunlcH, and pray to Kim
who holds us In His hand
To prosper us and make of thlH a strong
and mighty land!"
From Plymouth to tho Golden Gate, to-day
their children trend,
The meicloN of that bounteous Hand upon
tho lard arc shed;
Tho "Docks arc on n thousand hills," the
prnlrks wave with grain.
The cltiis spring like miiHhidoms now
where once was desert-plain.
Heap high tho board with plenteous cheer
and gather to the feast,
.And toast that sturdy Pilgrim band whoo
courage never ceased.
Give praise to that All-Gracious One by
whom their steps were led.
And thanks unto tho hat vest's Lord who
sends our "daily bread."
Alice Williams Urothtrton, In Home
Queen.
"There was great store of wl!de turkles
of which tiny took many brtldc venison.
. . . The fowlers had been sent out by
the governor that so they might after a
special manner rejoice together after they
had gntluri'd tho fruits of their I'ibors."
l'.ilfrey'sl History of New ICngland.
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-with two tight llaxen braids was thrust
hastily out of the kitchen window and
its pieoipitntel withdraw u.
Aunt Sarah, who was evidently lobt
in deep thought, gave buck a sudden
blart that the great ,cllnv pumpkin
site wiib lovingly (-messing fell from
her arm.
"Well, J do declare!" folic exclaimed
reproachfully, us she hastened to re
cover her treasure smti lurn her steps
towards the farm house. "If things
haven't come to a pretty pass, Sarah
.lane Smitliers. You a woman of 00,
and standing out hem dreaming like
someyounggiii.und leaving our mince
pies to the mercy of a child. Hilt 1
guess 1 ought to bu excused this once,
tilings hac come so terrible sudden
like. TUN time yesterday I was living
my old humdrum life, and not thinking
about making a Thanksgiving dinner.
I always said I'd have a big one when
1 got the mortgage paid and not be
foie. Jlut 1 haven't seen one of my own
fiesh and blood for 120 voars. And to
think that Cousin dim is coming and
"bringing his wife and children."
15y this time she had i cached the
kitchen; and breathlessly depositing
icr burden upon the spotless table she
-proceeded toopen the oven door, whence
issued a savory odor.
".hist one minute more. Susie Hello,
and these mince pies would have been
burnt to a eilsp."
"Yos'ui," replied Susie Itelle, re
spectfully, and yvith a shade of awe
in her tone. "That was. the reason why
1 called you. I thought ,vou had for
gotten." It was such au uncommon event for
thorough-going Aunt Sarah to forget
anything that the inther timid child
felt t,omo hcbitnney in alludinir to eo
flagrant a breach of the good woman's j
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strong point. Aunt Sarah -colored
slightly, but made no replj. ' o
"Now, child, you fall to work on. this,
pumpkin while I dress the "turkey. 1,
want to" get ' everything prottj w'eU
done "up ta-iiiorrovv so thvr.c won't be
much on hand when .Jim's folks get
here"
Aunt Sarah was the last surviving
member of n large and prosperous
family. She lived alone' with the ex
ception of an orphan child of 12(enrs.
As one by oifc those vvhoin she loved
and for whom she had (iicorfully.siicii
fieed her life, passed" nvvav, and she
had no aniiiiaU' object upon which to
lavish her alreetion, she, turned it all
to the old house where her family had
lived for tvvo generations. Cousin , Mm
had spent ntnn.v years in Missouri, and
his wife and children she had never
seen.
Tho one great shadow that darkened
Aunt Sarah's life was a mortgage for
$1,000 upon flic place, the time for the
payment of which whs rupidlv ap
proaching. Her usually cheerful dis
position was so clouded by this trial
that for several years she had not been
able to find heart for the celebration of
auy'festivities. However, since "Jim's
folks," those that really eared for her
and were her own, were coming, she
must make suitable preparations for
their entertainment.
So the morning before Thanksgiving
no com: quick, tiih
found her uj) by four o'clock, and bus
tling about witli a brighter face and a
brighter step than she had known in
years. All day she mixed and stiried
and baked and tasted, regardless of Hie
lowering clouds and steady rain with
out. Hy three o'clock in the afternoon
the last pie, steaming hot, was placid
beside ninii.v others in neat rows on the
pantry shelve, (he. enormous turkey,
brown and cri-p, lay in regal state be
side a spiced ham. Cakes, snow- loaves
of home made bread, jnrs of preserved
fruits, jellies and marmalades and paU
of golden butter were arranged in
templing array. Aunt Sarah gave a
sigh of satisfaction as she surveyed the
goodly store.
"Here. Susie Hellc," she mid, filling
the child's hands with some of thu
choicest cookie. "Take these nnd eat
them. We've got enough for to-morrow.
Let me see, J tin has five children.
Well, 1 want those, little ones to have
a real, old-fashioned dinner for once in
their lives. I doli't believe they ever
had one out there in -Missouri. Dear
me! how it dais rain!" she ejaculated;
"but I'm not a mite afraid of its keep
ing1 dim's folks ntliotnc. Once dim sets
his head to do a thing, he always would
have liK wav or die."
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And she settled back in her armchair i
by the co.v Mttingroom lire "to rest a
bit" after her hard daj's work.
.lust as she was dreaming' of a
Thanksgiving Jong ago when she and
.Mm and hi r brothers nnd sisters popped
corn and roasted apples before the
great open lire, a loud knock caused her
to jump to her foot in alarm.
"Who on earth can be coming on .-noli
an evening?" she muttered drowsily,
as she groped her wnj through the hall
to the dour.
"Whj,. Mr. Stanton! what has brought
you up here in such a rain as this!" she
exclaimed in surprise, "('mil? right in."
The cashier of the Newton bank
glanced down at his dripping inaekiiir
tosh and muddy boots, then at the im
maculate oilcloth on the hall floor.
"No, thank jou, Miss Sarah." he an
svveied. "I am in a great hurry.
Haven't ,vou heard the news? The dam
at Watertown has broken; nearly all
the place Is submerged, vMicflalli the
poorest; quarters near the factories.
'I he people arc Hocking to Newton In
droves. Kverv hotel, nrivate house and
public building Is full and ict more arc
coining, n is puiaoie to sec Uiem
drenched and sliiveriiiL' after walking
four miles in this dreadful rain. Many
ut them Have Dad nothing to'eatincc
early morning. Ve are trying to find
shelter for them in the nearest farm,
housi'fa, and thought, as you haven't'
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yoi might accommodate trgood'nuui
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Aunt. Sarah's vacs grew .round and
her jaw dropped in dismay. At un.u
oilier time she- would have, inilde the
poor, wanderers welcome enough. Hut
now -Mind, In imagination, she beheld
the gi'ouulng pall try shelved, the '.shin
ing Hoofs and the beds wfth theirfrosh
lavender-scented sheets. . . .
"Mr." Stanton," slui began, faintly, "I
never hated so much to i of use any
thing in all my life. It doesn't hnrdl.i
look Christian, and uiulor ordinary cir
cumstances 1 wouldn't think of lcftis
ing: but.inyeotisin, that 1 haven't seen
for years, is coming to-morrow. His
children never have had a real good
Thanksgiving, and I can't think of hav
ing everything torn up before they get
here. I am dreadful sorr.v."
Mr. Stanton was disappointed, .vet lie
went nwnj glad that such tin unexpect
ed pleasure was coining into Aunt Sa
rah's life, lie quite understood her
feeling, though when he thought of
the miserable unsheltered creatures in
the town, he. wished it might have been
otherwise.
Aunt Sarah turned from the door
with a heavy heart. Tlicbrightncsiuind
warmth of the sitting-loom smote her
with a deep soue of guilt. She tried t
put the matter from her mind; but
every time she looked into tho glowing
minck imhs auk uukning."
ilniues she saw a host of cold, haggard
faces. Cuable to bear it longer, she .ctt
the room on the pretext of seeing that
all was well upstairs. She passed from
one to another of the neat bedrooms.
Never before had the old-fashioned,
high-posted beds looked so itiv itlng. She
paused in deep thought. Suddenly her
ees rested upon a faded sampler she
had worked when a child. The long,
uneven letters in red, green and purple
silk danced before her o.ves. "Inasmuch
as ye have done it unto one of the least
of these, Mv brethren, c have done it
unto Me."
"Done it unto Me," the words echoed
in her ears. What if lie were out in
the rain hungry and cold, would she
have treated Him thus?
She sank beside the bed and bur
ied Ik r face in her hands.
"Hear Lonl," she sobbed, "it is so
hard, when it is the only pliasuic I've
had since mother died, live long years,
ago. I wasn't expecting it, and it all
came so sudden like, and now to have
it spoiled. Hut for Thy fcake, Lord,
accept the sacrifice!"
"Susie Hello," said Aunt Sarah a
few minutes later as she appeared nuif
lled ftom head to foot, "I'm going down
to tin; village. I hate to leave J on,
though there Nn't a 113 thing to hurt j oil.
I will hurry back as quick as I can, and
you kindle a lire in the kitchen stove."
The child, dumb with astonishment,
could only gasp: "Yes'iu," She stood
watching the jcsolute figure until it
was lost to view, and turned away with
a shiver as She thought of the distance
to the village. She knew nothing of
tho interview with Mr. Stanton. She
understood, however, that onlj some
Btel-n duty or prcshing necessity could
take Aunt Sarah from home so 'ate and
on such a stormy evening.
Notwithstanding her promise (o re
turn promptly, it wasuearh; tvo hours
before Aunt Sarah threw the doors or
her sitting-room Invitingly open.
"Cotuo right in," she said, cheerily,
"every one of 3011, just ns fast as jou
can."
Susie Helle, who had fallen asleep
after a weaiv watcji, started at the
sound of Aunt Sarah's voice. SJie fell
back a few" sti ps and began to rub her
o.ves, What could ii mean? She was
surely di earning. Homing into the r.uoiii
were lough men and miseiable,
drenched women, many u,f whom weie
carr.ving small children.
"Here, child! Tliesp poor people have
had their homes washed awa,v. Show
the men into the kitchen while I get
dry clothes for the women and chil
li 1 en."
And Aunt Sarah fell to emptying
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clients d 1 a with and wardrobes, utter
ly rerfardleis of "her UMiaUy- ordvrly
habits. . Hy.tcii. o'clock that" night, !20
inch, women and children hud boei
wnr'tire'd,. bountifully fed nnd comfort-"
abh bedded;
Aunt Sarah felt a strange lljjhtncss
of 'heart as she aiuf Susie Helle sought
a hard bed in the attic. True, she was
af first unmindful of Hiscntumatid; but
hud she not made generous atonement?
Hum the garments of her beloved dead,
which she had aiied and treasured year
after year, were 'put into use (hat night.
A dry sob arose in her throat as she
I hough t of ".lini's folks. "Never
mind,'-' she said t.o herself. "Perhaps
they will stay over Slmday, and 1 can
cook them another Thanksgiving din-.
hit."
Morning dawned clear. Aunt Sarah
and her willing little helper wcte up
bel lines "preparing breakfast for their
numerous visitors, and a tight com
fortable one it was. Many of the way
farers net out cnrl.v to 1 el urn to the
doiqued town or to seek friends or rela
tives in tliceountry. Others lingered as
though Ihc.v were loo weary and fright
ened from that terrible day's evperlcnee
to think of aught else. Most of them
were of tho poorer class. One among
them, however, was a man of kind ami
gentle manneis, who somehow won
Aunt Sarah's confidence at once, lie
did hot aiKk many questions; but before
she renli'ed what she was doing, she
had told him of tin expected guests,
the disappointment and even the mort-
ggi'-
A little later Aunt Sarah was hovering
about her relatives, explaining and
apologizing with teais in her ees.
"Wasn't It grand oT her to do Hint?"
raid .lim's wife, who proved to be a
plump, kind little woman. "Don't you
mind a bit, tear Aunt Sarah. Of course
we'll stay over Sunday, and I will help
,v on cook to-morrow; and Satuiday
we'll have a big dinner. I am not at
all afraid of starving in the meantime."
Although the dinner was two days
late, never was a more, tempting one
placed upon a board nor ever did hap
pier people gather around it. .lust as
Coin-in .Hut had finished asking a bless
ing, his eldest sou returned from the
village, while he find gone upon au er
rand. "Here is a letter for you, Cousin
Sarah," he sttid, handing her a large
envelope.
"A letter?" she echoed. "Who can be
writing to me?"
She broke the seal and a crisp bank
note fell upon her plute.
She read aloud:
"Dt 11 r .Madam:
"I lug that you will pardon the liberty I
talc In sending thlsaiuouul. I shall never
miss it, us I am a wealthy man anil liavo
no family Ono who knows how to mnko
much good into of a home should certainly
not lose it. Yours truly,
"KOIM'.KT UPTON."
"Oh, I don't deserve it! I don't deserve
to be paid in this wa,v !" and Aunt
Sarah burled her face in her apron.
HIeanor Norton Parker, in N. V. Inde
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Oh, vvi dud on glad Thanksgiving,
V, ll II W M' pilHI (1 111 Olid tliu soup,
That ,1 Ii.kI upon (lie table
Ik uoith two out In the coop.
N y World
A Welcome ln.
The setting aside of a day of national
thanksgiving is one of the finest cus
toms that could grace the rccoid of a
prosperous nation, and no time in the
year ofi'eis mote graceful opportunity
for living out the spirit of the day to Its
most practical extent. All expect a
good dinner on Thanksgiving. They
don't always gvt it, to be sure, but thu
du;y has m long been nssooinlcd with
the thoughts of an exceptionally good
meul thut the very name of Thanks
giving day almost mnelts like, turkey
and cranberry suttee. -Detroit l'ruo
Press.
Hneli lii (In) "Uiirt.-cl,
"Wasn't it lovely In the .(ones' lo ask
us to cat Thtmhsglving dinner with
them?"
"J don't know; they waited solute I
think they expected us to ask lhcui."
Chicago Dally News.
VIclll'hltlM (,'l-ONN-IJMtltllUltlloil.
'Does 3 our wife cross-t xntniuo you
when jou May oul latent night?"
"Worse than that. She eiicotiragea
the children to ask question!! in lice
presence." -.HyrueufcO Herald.
S;irfilttn I (.!! f.
Thanksgiving day "makes even the
(lining-table "turn over a new leaf" and
spread Itself.- -L, A. W. Hullotlu.
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0 INHERITED A STONE.
A Son's I.emioj- from III Kit I her Wna
11 .IIIknIIc Hurled In Chllil-
IhIi A.iiKor.
William C. Huhrinan, chief pergnnngo
of this story, was a very rich man at tho
time of Ills death about a year ago, near
the village of Haysldc, In Long Island,
lie had four sons, three of whom were
given Inrge fortunes by their fnther'n
will. To the fourth child he left only
the stone thrown in his boyhood,
Mr. Huhi'mau was a man who In lleved
in euononiy, for all his riches. Since
the year lS'JS the little geneial store,
feed emporium nnd the grist mill be
side It have (lotiiiBhod. Tlicj were left.
Mr. Huhrinan bv his father, himself u
rich man. The son took up the thread
of business life where his father left
It and continued famously, lie loaned
money to the farmers, and took mort
gages on their farms. In those dns
farming on Long Island was a pacing
enterprise. The itillroutU hud not then
put western commodities Into eonipc
tion with those of the east, to t lie detri
ment of the latter.
Kltii men went there to make their
summer homes, and they arc tin, re to
day. .Mr. Hulirnuin never hot nine, nm
bltfous away from homo. U worked
nay, he slaved at his business morning
and night, and biought up his sons to
do likewise. One of these, however, re
belled against the vigorous regime of
life set by the father. There vvus.11 bit
ter qunricl between Mr. Huhrinan and
Ills son one In, . In the heat of It tho
young man so far foigot himself as to
ph'k up a big rock and heiivo It at tho
old gentleman's head. Then ho went
away.
The man of gray hairs said nothing.
He simply picked up the nick he had
skillfully dodged, lied It in a bandanna
handkerchief and tucked it high in his
safe among the bonds, deeds, railroad
stock and mortgages. Onco In awhilo
ho would take it out and examine it,
Htijlng to "himself: "1 shall leave my
three sons $100,000 each. This son shall
get what he Intended for me - thlrt
chunk of granite." He kept his word.
In all the jears that followed the
father never forgot or forgave. The
stone staged wlvh his riches and on
his death was sent back lo the son who
had threatened him with it, the oilier
children receiving about $100)00 each.
Nearly that amount was found in tho
old man's safe in ready cash. The re
mainder of the fortune was in lauds,
taken on foreclosed mortgages; rail
road stocks bought at hundreds and
now worth thousands; city and coun
try real estate, two lots and granaries,
bank stock and electric, tiolley shares
all of ll was given to the three souk.
For a time the sons were apparently
happy. They built bountiful summer
homes near their poor old native dwell
ing nnd spent their winters gnyly In
New York. Hut remorse was gnawing
at their hearts. They were not happy.
Hlood is thicker than vvnicr and tho
stone which the old man treasured in
his just and righteous rage was nothing
to t hum.
They sent for the erring brother. Ho
did not come. Finally they went lo
him, (lulling him in poverty, but de
fiant and self-reliant still. He had
served a very haul penance for the 0110
rash deed of his life and the hint hern
leali'.'d it.
They offered td divide equally with
him --to make him a colegatec with
themselves. Lawyers wen; brought
into the matter and quietly, without
any blowing of trumpets, the three big
hearted, manly fellows opened their
purses and put their llesh and blood on
his feel for life.
So the old man's vengeance caino to
nn inell'ective, ending. Chicago Chron
icle Sin- Wiih I'onleil 011 I.oivn.
A .V'U"g married woman, whose
home is in that vague region known
as uptown, startjtd shine of her lcla
liven greatly the other day by a quite
unexpected humorous oubluughl. Shu
is an impetuous young woman and bho
Was just ready to go out, downtown,
presumably, when she suddenly turned,
back and rushed inlo the family hlt-ting-rooiri.
Several members of thu
family were there and she exclaimed:
"Did you hear about lho.se New York
fakirs?"
"What about them?" cried some
body. "Whj, they're just earning loads of
mouev selling canvs made front the lot-
of the Oljmpln! lie, ha, hu!" And
j she rushed from the house to catch tho
car.
.All the listeners Iituglied'iavc one.
"I dmi't sec," said this exception,
"hov. they could Bjmrcil."
"Spare vvhatV" queried one of tho
laughers.
"That log."
"Do you know whnt a log is?"
The exception smiled in a superior
manner. Hadn't sho Just been up tho
Jukes?
nVhy, HV, one of those timber;-," she
miid, "that they hang over the (aide of
thu boat to keep other boats from
bumping Jnto it."
. This time the laughers . roared.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
riiuitSTiMl Iter Oolor.
Mr. Podsnapper Why, I thought that
Miss Hoggs was a bland?
-Mr. Podsnapno! She was, but hhu
luforuii'i!.- Ilarper'b P.a;:ar.
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