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HANKSGIVT NG!
Thanksg ivi ng!
Of yore.
In the youth of the nation.
When the harvest had yielded Its store
There was feast and oblation.
Or when danger bad lifted its hand.
From the lips of the liviris
There rang through the length of the land
A Thanksgiving : Thanksgiving !
Out home was a wilderness then
With the Goods to enfold It:
To-day with its million) of men.
We rejoice to behold it.
From the sea to the surge of the sea.
We have all for a treasure:
We are blest in the promised to-be
In a manifold measure.
War flaunts not a red pennon bow.
For the olive is regal:
LTke birds that are twin, on one bough
Sit the dove and the eagle.
The clash of the conflict that cleft
We in sorrow rememter.
Bet the Ore of the great feud has left
In the ash scarce an ember.
For the fruit of the time of our toll:
For whate'er we have fought for;
Whether born of the brain or the soil
be the meed we have sought for:
For the gifts we have had from His hand
Who is Lord of all living.
Let there ring through the length of the Land
A Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving:
Clinton Scollard, in Ladies' Home Journal.
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HANKS
GIVING morn
ing dawned
bright and cold
JljH t25' S JA on the town of
Marysville. Old Sol had scarcely be
enn his daily migration toward th
west ere a number of schoolboys had
fathered at the millpond to see if the
Ice was strong enough for skating-.
To their great delight it proved to be
err firm.
My. won't it be fnn, boys?" said
Hal Anderson, as he took a long1 6lide,
both arms extended. .
Wish I had my skates here now
aaid Jack Davton. "I'd go without
breakfast"
"Aw, no, you wouldn't. Jack. You
can't make us believe that you would
miss anything to eat." said another
boy.
"Well, I'd maka it up at Thanksgiv
ing dinner, if 1 did," said Jack, gradu
ally. "Anyhow, I'm coming down
right after breakfast, and if you fel
lows will all come, too, we'll have a
fame of 'prison croaL' What do ycu
aay?"
"Well be here." was the universal
reply, and away went the boys to eat
breakfast and spread the pood news
that there was skating' on the pond.
Jack imparted the news at the
breakfast table, whereat his sister
Irma, aged eighteen and very pretty.
clapped her hands and exclaimed:
"Oh, jolly: I m so glad 1 haa my
skates sharpened last week. Every
bodv will be out, either skating or
looking1 on, and we'll all comi home
with such appetites! I just know that
Jack will eat all that chicken pie that
I made."
"I'll leave a piece of the crust for
tou. Irma." said Jack. "I'm croinjr
down to the poad right after break
fast. When can you come?"
"Oh. I Suppose I'll have to go to
church aDd help sustain the family
reputation. Jack Davton. Of course
fourteen-year old boysdon't know any
thing about such responsibilities. But I
wonder if I could carry my skates to
church with me? I guess I ean hide
them under my cloak."
"Or put 'em on and skate up the
aisle with 'em," Jack irreverently sug
gested. Irma deigned not to notice
this fling, but continued:
"I do hope Mr. Miller will preach
dreadfully short sermon. That will be
one thing to be thankful for."
"Well, you'd better skip church and
come out for a game with the boys.'
"Mr. Dayton, I'm a young lady, if
you please, and I don t play with little
boys." replied Irma, with a mock bow.
"Oh! Ah! nas Mr. Archibald Hen
dricks been putting such notions into
your head?"
"No, he hasn't," she responded, with
a sudden blush, and to hide her con
fusion she jumped up and ran into the
kitchen.
Skates over his shoulder, Jack wen
out the door with an Indian war
whoop and was soon hard at play
with his comrades on the pond.
The village choir that day outdid it
self upon the anthem, which in length
and volume surpassed even the utmost
anticipations of the congregation.
The songsters left a small margin for
the sermon, which was of moderate
length only.
Irma's thoughts were busy with
other subjects than Bible texts, how
ever. She had noticed Archie Hen
dricks come in and take a seat on the
other 6ide of the church, and f he felt
that he was watchintr her. Just in
front of her sat Keith Walters and hi
mother. Keith had been away to col
lege. He was a fine, manly fellow.
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and a great favorite.
The Walters and Dayton families i
had lor:g been on the best of terms, so
rma felt free to greet Keith ery
cordially at the close of the service.
"College seems to agree with you.
Keith," said Irma, after the first greet
ing was over.
'Indeed it does especially the jun
ior work. Oh, Irma. you ought to be
a college girl you'll never know what
fun Is until you are."
"Oh. pshaw, Keith! I'm going to
have some fun this very day. See my
skates?" And Irma disclosed them
underneath her cloak. "I'm going
out to the millpond. Won't you come.
too?"
"Delighted! Onlv I must go home
for my runners; didn't know there
was skating. I guess mother will let
me go won't you, mother?"
"Ye-s, my boy but don't venture
where the ice is nnsafe. It's early in
the season, yon know."
"No fear of my getting drowned if
Irma will only take care of me," said
Keith gayly.
He left Irma at the church door.
after securing from her the promise of
the first skate.
"Yes. if you'll hurry," said Irma.
Then turning, she saw Archie Hen
dricks at her elbow. She bowed
calmly, but her brother's taunt of the
morning still tingled in her ears, and
she was not inclined to be as gracious
as usual to her old friend.
Archie Hendricks was a sterling
youth physically, morally and finan
cially. He was junior partner in the
firm of Hendricks & Son, iron found
ers. Many a doting .Jlarvsville mother
had him in her mind as a prospective
son-in-law. By nature reserved, he
seldom courted the society of the
gentler sex. and, although he was a
frequent caller at the Dayton home
stead, he never paid marked attention
to Irma. However, Irma's secret ad
miration for him was great, and Archie,
from admiring her beauty and unaf
fected brightness, was drifting into a
deeper feeling, which he apparently
did not care to check.
The cordial greeting between Keith
and Irma had nettled Archie, he knew
not why. So his manner was cool
when he lifted his hat and said:
Off to the pond?"
"Yes; they say the skating is splen
did. Are yoM going?"
"I think I shall, as soon as I can get
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HE BLIP THEM ACROSS THE ICZ TO HER.
my skates. I need some exercise to
get up an appetite for that Thanks
giving dinner we are to have at home.
If you'll wait for me, I'll put on your
skates for you."
"Oh; thank you, but they go on quite
easily. There's Belle Parker. I guess
I'll go with her."
Archie's first advance had met de
cided repulse. He turned on his heel
and went after his skates. His next
attack, he felt confident would be
more successful, for he was a famous
skater.
The great millpond resounded with
the ring of countless steel-shod feet
Bright faces and happy voices were
there in profusion. Never had the
skating been better, the weather finer
or the crowd larger.
Diamond sparks, cut by keen, swift
knives, glistened in the sun as skates
fled past Shouts from youngsters
playing some exciting game, shrieks
and merry laughter from groups of be
ginners, gay comments from their
more independent companions, the
low, musical detonation of the frozen
field all went ta make up a scene de
lightful and inspiring. It was life,
and life in its most favorable aspect
a combination of health, happiness
and action.
When Archie nendricks reached the
pond he found Keith Walters putting
on 4raa's skates.
Archie was jealous.
Belle Parker at once became the
flattered object of his attentions and
he devoted himself to her, although she
was but a mediocre skater.
Irma was both daring and accom
plished in the art and she was the ob
ject of many compliments and univer
sal admiration from the onlookers.
Keith, being a college man, was
versed In all the latest figures and
fancies of the skater, and he found
Irma an apt scholar.
They crossed the pond with the
"Dutch roll" in a most finished man
ner. They "cut the grapevine," trellis
and all; they skated alternately back
ward and forward, but the admiration
of the spectators knew no bounds when
the graceful pair "did the Mercury,"
that difficult figure that must be done
well if done at alL
Archie soon found excuse for relin
quishing Belle Parker, who was not
his ideal of a skater belle. The only
girl he cared to skate with was mo
nopolized by Keith Walters.
Archie was aggravated.
Once Irma separated from her part
ner and skated to the other side of the
pond. Archie was about to follow,
when her brother Jack took her in hand,
and Archie's hopes again were blasted.
Archie's mental thermometer now
registered one hundred in the shade.
He skated fiercely. He performed
marvels. He entered a game of "tag"
and led the entire horde of boys an ex
citing chase before he allowed himself
to be caught
His flashing steel was never quiet
Now it was the "back roll," now the
"outer edge." He cut wonderful de
vices upon the icy slate, and then ac
knowledged them by signing his name
with a mighty flourish, which so awed
the younger boys that they forgot to
skate.
Then he wandered off to a deserted
part of the pond to brood upon his
misery.
Keith and Irma, tired of admira
tion, had skated up the frozen stream
and away from the crowd.
"Isn't this great fun?" said Keith.
"It's just too splendid for anything,
responded Irma, who was wishing,
nevertheless, that Archie would ask
her to skate. Why was he so stub
born? "Irma, can you keep a secret?" said
Keith.
"Try me."
"Well I'm engaged."
"Keith Walters, you don't mean it!"
"Yes I do. But you're the first Dne
I've told."
"Oh! Tell me all about it. quick! I'm
dying to hear!"
"Well, she's a college girl one of
my classmates a lovely girL I wish
i yon knew her. We are keeping quiet
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about it while we are in college, you
know."
"What is she like? and what's her
name? and where is she from? and
when will you be married? and who "
"Oh, one at a time, now, Irma! You
are as bad as a college examination.
Let me see she has light wavy
hair"
"And blue eyes?"
"No brown."
'And a soft complexion?"
"Peaches and cream."
"And a pretty nose?"
"Truly Greek."
"Tall or short?"
"Just the right size."
"But you haven't told me lier name
yet"
"Her name is Nellie Mellie Gray,
but I expect that inside of two years it
will be Mrs. Keith Walters."
Suddenly the skaters noticed that
the ice around them was weak. It be
gan to bend and crack.
"We must get away from this," said
Keith.
They turned around. That half-stop
was fatal. The ice gave way and as
Keith pushed Irma from him he went
down into the water.
Irma screamed. She turned back
toward Keith.
"Don't come near me! The ice will
break with j-ou!" he shouted.
Then he tried to get out The ice
broke wherever he leaned his weight
upon it
Irma took off her long fur boa and
fhrew one end to him. He caught it
and it sustained him.
"Call for help, Irma!"
Keith was deathly pale and the
water was chilling him through.
Irma called again.
"Can you hold on a minute longer.
Keith? , Somebody's coming.
That somebody was Archie Hen
dricks. He had been near enough to
hear Irma's first cry of distress and he
was coming now with furious speed.
Yet the seconds seemed like hours to
the waiting pair.
Archie took in the situation at a
glance. Without stopping to Bay a
word, but shouting: "Hang on'" he
sped to the bank and landed, skatea
and all, at the nearest fence.
It was the work of an instant to tear
off two long boards and return to the
river. He went as near as he dared to
Irma.
"The ice won't hold me there," he
shouted. "Take these boards and lay
them in front of Keith; then pull him
up."
ne slid the boards across the ice to
her. She did as directed.
Cheered by Archie's words and aided
by Irma and the faithful boa. Keith
crawled forth more dead than alive.
It did not take long to get him
away from the air-hole, and between
Irma and Archie he was conveyed
quickly to the pond, where there were
plenty of wraps to cover him. In
spite of Keith's protestations that be
was "all right" and "only a little
moist," he was bundled off home,
looking more like a mummy than a
human being.
The excitement of the day had
culminated with Keith's adventure.
Archie and Irma stood talking to
gether. "Irma, how did it happen you and
Keith got so far away? Didn't either
of you think of the danger?"
"Oh, Archie, he was telling me all
about his ladylove there! I've let out
a secret but I know you'll never
breathe a word of it will you? Be
cause he asked me if I could keep a
secret and I told him I thought I
couid. So I was asking him questions
and I guess we didn't notice where we
were. And, oh, Arcnie! if you hadn't
come when you did. I just know Keith
would have drowned!"
"Oh, you would never have allowed
him to sink before your eyes. Bat
I'm glad it was no worse."
"So am I, but j-ou haven't skated
with me any to-day, Archie."
"Well, it's not too late yet We can
take a turn around the pond before
dinner time, I guess."
And off they went They knew that
Keith was well cared for, yet neither
spoke for a few moments. Suddenly
Archie said:
"Irma. a secret is no good unless it's
divided, is it?"
"I never heard one that was," said
the pretty girl, looking up at him.
"Well, I'm going to divide mine with
you one I've been keeping even closer
than Keith kept his, for I have kept i
entirely to myself. Do you want to
hear it?"
"Yes, Archie."
"It is this: I am in love."
Irma did not reply. She merely
looked away.
"Do you care to know tne young
lady's name?"
Irma nodded.
"Well, it is Irma Dayton."
Irma leaned on his arm without re
serve. Arcnie looitea down at ner.
"Now, are you going to rescue me.
too. on this eventful day? Yes or no?"
"Yes, Archie."
Nobody was near them. Archie
kissed the happy face turned up to his
as he said:
"Then this will be the happiest of
Thanksgiving days!" Keyes Becker,
in Chicago News.
Onr National Thanksgiving Day.
The national observance of Thanks
giving day was broujrht about by a
woman. Mrs. Sarah J. Hale, of Phila
delphia, began about 1S44 to urge.
through the magazine of which she
had charge, and by personal corre
spondence with the governors of
states and with presidents of the
United States, that Thanksgiving day
should be made a national festival,
and be held on the 6ame day through
out the country. Her suggestion was
adopted twenty years later by Presi
dent Lincoln, and the observance of
Thanksgiving by the nation has now
become established. United Presby
terian. 3 T . I I v'
"Will you take it or have it sent?"
Harper's Bazar.
('bum for Tiutnkfnlnesa.
An exchange relates this incident of
life in an apartment house:
Boy Father sent me up to say that
he would be very thankful if you
wouldn't lay any more carpets to
night He can't sleep.
New Tenant Go cown and tell your
father not to let my hammering pre
vent him from feeling thankful. TeU
him to be thankful his carpets are
laid and. above all. to be thankful he
sent you up instead of coming himself.
Chicago News.
"I dox't see what makes people go
to football games on Thanksgiving
day." remarked his wife. "It hasn't
anything to do with the spirit of the
occasion." "Oh, yes, it has," was the
reply. "I never went to a football
game in my life that I didn't feel tre
mendously thankful that I wasn't one
of the players." Washington Sta r.
Dafid Livingstone, as a .boy,
showed all the determination which
was afterwards so prominent a feature
of his character.
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
WHERE IS OHIO?
'Where is Ohio, children say?"
The teacher asked her girls one day.
Four little hands Immediately
Went up. "I know, said Margery.
It's In the east." But Susie Guest
Responded: "It is in the west."
" Tl south," said May: and nelen Fcrta
Was sure that It was " 'way up north."
Now Helen lived in Galveston.
And little May by Lake Huron.
And Margery lived 'way out west.
While in New York lived Susie Guetit
And so they all were right that day
In saying where Ohio lay.
Because so much depends, you see.
On where the children's homes may be.
Anna Temple, in Youth's Companion.
ALEXANDER'S HORSE.
Xlow th Macedonian King Secured Pos
session of Dnrrpbjtlus.
Of course every child who goes to
school has heard of Alexander the
Great And one can hardly think of
him without thinking also of his
horse, Bucephalus. Perhaps no hprse
In the world is so well known, and no
other horse's name is so familiar.
riutarch, who has told us so many
Interesting things about people, says
that he received his name because his
head resembled that of an ox or be
cause he had the mark of an ox's head
on his flank or because he had a black
mark on his head shaped like an ox's
head, the rest of his body being white
This shows that in Plutarch's time
people cared a great deal to hear about
Bucephalus.
Alexander obtained him in this way:
When he was at home with his father,
Philip, king of Macedon. a Thessalian
AT.F.XAXDER S HOBSE.
brought the horse to the king in hopes
to sell him. They tried to show him
off to advantage, but he was so wild
and unmanageable that, although he
was a magnificent looking animal, the
king was disgusted with his conduct
and ordered him to be taken away.
Alexander had taken a great fancy to
the horse, so he objected to this.
Finally his father offered to buy Bu
cephalus if Alexander could ride him.
So Alexander, who was not afraid of
anything and was used to having his
own way, managed to get onto the rear
ing, kicking horse, and found that he
could manage him. ' He 6uited Bu
cephalus as well as Bucephalus suited
him, and from that time the two were
inseparable. Bucephalus would allow
no one but Alexander to mount him.
He went with him in all his campaigns.
and what a number of things and places
that horse saw in Persia and India!
He was obliged to enci-e the blazing
sun, and often he had t-a go without
water, and he had to climb steep moun
tains and drag through long, weary
marches, and he was wounded in bat
tle, and perhaps he wished himself back
sometimes in peaceful Thessaly, where
he was from.
Still, he was taken good care of, for
you may be sure that Alexander's fa
vorite horse was not neglected. He had
plenty of grooms to rub him down at
night and to wait upon him, and Alex
ander no doubt often fed him with his
ewn hands. There are different ac
counts of his death, riutarch says that
in a great battle with Poms, king of a
part of northern India, he received the
wounds of which he died. Others say
that he died not long after of fatigue,
worn out by the crue.1 marches and
hard work, and that at his death he
was thirty years old. That is very old
for a horse. At any rate, he died in
that region, for Alexander built city
near the river nydpspes. which he
called Bucephala in honor of his faith
ful horse.
The city was in ruins long ago, but
Bucephalus is still remembered, and al
ways will be as long as history lasts.
N. Y. World.
THE COMPASS PLANT.
retals of Its Metallic Lraves Always
Point to the North.
Among the many remarkable things
in nature there are few more wonder
ful than the compass plar.t of our west
ern plains. This singular plant ha
metallic leaves, and its portals point con
btantly to the north. It tan be readily
understood, therefore, that these plants
have proved, on jaumerous occasions,
to be of inestimable benefit to travelers
v.lio have stvayed from their camps or
companions ud found themselves lost.
A traveler cys that, in 1SG0, while he
was on his way to the Eocky moun
tains by a Wagon train, he and some
contpanion-, who had left the camp on
a hunt foi antelope, lost their way,
upon the sadden approach of the dark.
6tormy niht. They knew that their
train was ncamped about ten miles to
the northwest of the place where they
were.
The night was at dark as pitch, and
they were beginning to be alarmed,
when oae of the party happened to
think oj the comr ass plant and its won
deiful peculiarity. They at once dis
mounted and groped about, until at
last one of them found the familiar
leaves of the plant.
Thr-n they Were able to trrn their
horses' hes4s in the right direction to
ward t e .-amp, which they reached in
about t(v hours, but not until they
had dismounted several times to feel
among the leaves of their friendly
guide to make sure of their course.-
Golden Days.
w here are you going, my pretty uuiot-
I'm going anchestnutting, sir." she said.
Mr.y I go with you. my pretty mAld?"
"1 jiref or ths kind in the trees." she said,
Waahintton Su
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WISDOM OF GEESE.
Tbey Are by N'o lean As Foolish A
They Are Represented.
Somebody who is indignant that tha
name of the goose should be a synonym
for folly, has collected stories from all
quarters to illustrate the true wisdom
and dignity of geese. There are many
varieties of wild geese, and whether
they are all equally nice and dignified
the book does not say. Still it is true
that the bird is not a coward, and does
not hesitate to attack birds much big
ger than himself. The domestic goose
is too well known to need a description
of his person or habfts, and most of the
stories of this historian of geese are so
old that you would hardly care to re
call them here.
One or two stories seem somewhat
newer. In Richmond park, in England,
where many geese are kept, the nests
of the setting geese were often de
stroyed by water rats. After consider
ation of the matter, the geese began to
build nests up in the trees, instead of
upon the ground. There they hatched
out their families and brought their
children not up, but down carefully
to the ground, one by one, under their
wings. Such inteUigence as this is
enough to redeem the name of the
goose forever.
The goose is certainly a dignified bird
in appearance. Whatever the haste of
bis gait, even when driven along, he
never loses his expression of grandeur
and Importance. It could not have
been a goose who suggested that he
was silly. If you ever looked a goose
firmly in the eye, you would know that
he was much too proud to imagine such,
a thing.
SOMETHING ASOUT GOLF.
A Scotch Came Which Is Recomlog
I'opular In Our Country.
The game of golf, which has been
played in Scotland for centuries, is
now becoming popular in the United
States. The object of the game is to
knock a ball over a course prepared
for the purpose in a less number of
strokes than your antagonist. At
certain intervals there are holes into
which the ball must be knocked. After
it has been placed in one of these
holes, the player takes it out, and plac
ing it upon a little handful of earth,
called a "tee," "drives" it in the direc
tion of the next hole.
The object of a "drive" generally is
to send the ball as far as possible. The
player rests the weight of the body on
the left foot, which is on a line with
the ball. The right foot is placed
diagonally back of the left et an easy
bracing distance. The body is kept
stationary and is bent well f orward so
that when the ball is struck the hands
are a little above and in front of the
left knee. The "driver," the club used
in making a "drive." is a long, rather
flexible stick, much like a whip-stook,
except that it is bent upward anj
broadened at the end where the ball is
struck. The player Bwings this well
up over the right shoulder two or
three times just to get his hand in and
produce an effect, does a little wrist
motion to see that the muscles of his
fore-arm are all right looks in the di
rection of the next hole two or three
Mem
TWO POSITIONS DT GOLF.
times, gets a sure footing and at last
makes a stroke, and the little white
ball sails off into the air or skims over
the ground.
Almost every play has to be made
with a special "cleek" or instrument
adapted for the purpose. There is the
"cleek" with a metal point for playing
over ordinary ground between holes,
the "lofter" for raising the ball over
obstacles, otherwise "bunkers" and
"hazards," the "putters" for "putting"
the ball into a hole at a short distance,
and others. The player prep iring for
a stroke is said to be "addressing the
balL"
The grounds where the game is
played are called the "links," and the
boys who carry the club around for the
players are called the "caddies." The
game is said to be well adapted for
women and girls, though tha most of
those who play are men and boys.
The accompanying illustration shows
two of the positions taken in the game,
the left being that known as "address
ing the ball," the right preparing for a
'"drive." The two figures in the pic
ture bear no relation to each other, be
ing put side by side merely for con
venience; that is to say, two players do
not stand as here pictured, side by
side, when playing. American Agri
culturist A Compliment with a Stlag.
Two old school-fellows met, fifteen
years after their graduation, and fell,
iiguratively, upon each other's necks.
"Well, well, dear old Smith!" said
Green. "How glad I am to eee youl
What days those were! Ha! ha! Smith,
you were the stupidest fellow in the
class."
"Yes, I suppose I was."
"And here you are now! Why."
(looking him over,) "you haven't
changed a particle!"
The Reason.
First Crow Do you know, J think
that small boy Tommy Is' just a crow
like ourselves?
Second Crow Indeed! Why?
First Crow His mother risked him
why he'd done several things the other
day, and what do yon suppose his re
plies were?
Second Crow I give it up. What?
First Crow" Cause." Harper
Younj? Pcopl3.
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