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Oh. greenly and fair in the lands of the
The vines of the gourd and the rich mel
And the rock and the tree and the cot
With broad leaves ail greenness and blos
soms ail gold.
Like that which o"er Nineveh's prophet
While we waited to know that his warn
ing was true.
And longed for the storm-cloud, and
listened in vain
For the rush of the whirlwind and red
On the banks of the Xenil, the dark
Comes up with the fruit of the tanslcd
And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to be
hold Through the orange leaves shining the
broad spheres of gold:
Yet with dearer delight from his home in
On the fields of his harvest the Yankee
Where the crook-necks are coiling and
yellow fruit shines.
And the sun of September melts down
ou his vines.
Ah! on Thanksgiving Day, when from
east and from west.
From north and from south come the pil
grim and guest.
When the gray-haired Kew-Englander
sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restor
ed, When the care-wcaricd man seeks his
mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the
girl smiled before,
Whit moistens the Up and what bright
ens the eye?
, What calls back the past, like the rich
Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days
When wood-grapes were purpling ' and
brown nuts were falling!
When wild, ugly faces we carved In its
Glaring out through the dark with a
The good people of the church at
Elmville had decided that something
wtovaatv Ka i4a sa nni4 n nets TV
- treasurer, a young man, who had re
cently come to the village, bad made
a financial statement that October
Sunday morning, upon which certain
persons felt very much acandaliied.
Such a thing had never been done bs-
" tort not even thought of; then it re
vealed the fact that" the Reverend Wea
ley Norwood had received but $51.75
for tlx months of faithful service.
"I dor 't believe In bringing up such
. macierc in me re ikious services or
k , hit en mm, growieu urumer hjr,
i who always protested that it was a
mate of money to pay the minister so
. "1 qnite agree with you," responded
r Er. Barnes. He was not a member of
tha church, but attended because It
wm a respectable thing to do gave
j pm standlog. "If these things most
' 'ftaw op every Sunday, I shall attend
. twitheUndlng this, It was gener
tagraad that It was a shame, and
-JMUng must be done. But when
hM Com in a haphaiard way
r tatg It was no easy matter to face
gkoai. After several weeks of
XEticn, the necessary someUiIng
- J M far from accotnpllihmeat as
' to M tai that they do not col-
fafn alary remarked
i , -Ji-Jt ft tS Ufin' AM meet-
"Z 6caa tf "they" wm
Ik. L. .. 1 I 1.1 T 1 . . . 1.
not entirely clear, inasmuch as she
was one of the officers.
"H no one else will do anything, we
must," rejoined Mrs. Allen; the va.1
ous members nodded approval.
It was soon planned. The pastor
had received $51.75; they would pay
him 198.25 make it even $100 and
have enough left in the treasury for
incidental matters. On Thursday
evening of next week, which was
Thanksgiving.they would Invite them
selves to the parsonage, and have a
"WHAT SHALL WE DO?"
good time while making the pastor
bappy. It would be easy to prepare
something extra while getting ready
for Thanksgiving. It was to be a
grand secret; not a soul but members
of the society should know a word of
At the close of the business meet
ing of the Young People's League, the
president made a close scrutiny to as
sure himself that all present were
members; he then proposed that, as
"Tb-y would not do anything," the
League) take up the matter.'
"I understand that we have nearly
fixtv do'lars in the treasury; we could
pay the pastor $48.50 bring the sal
ary u, to $100 and have enough left
to pay all bills and begin the new year
out of debt . If we do this I suggest
that we observe the utmost secrecy
and niako It a complete surprise." AH
readily agreed to the plan and pledged
the proper reticence in the matter.
Four of the mot faithful met after
prajer meeting to discuss the situa
tion, and decided that they must at
once collect $248.25, the balance nec
essary to pay the six months' salary
due. This they proceeded to do eo
quietly that no one surmised a gen
eral canvass was being made. Before
Sunday the entire amount was secured,
Friday, after school, the Junior
Leaguers met and decided that inas
much as the grown up folks 'would
not help in the matter, they would do
what they could; so they voted to pay
over every bit there wag in the
treasury. Upon counting $23.25 was
found to be the correct amount.
"Oh, girls!" cried Lottie Newman,
as she made tome figures in the treas
urer's book, "It will make just even
$75 and I hope we can get enough to
make It a hundred."
After the choir had run over the
Sunday hymns, someone proposed that
they pay the proceeds of the last con
cert on the salary. The sum of $30.25;
after referring to the margin of bis
anthem book, the chorlpter reported
that it would make ,$82 all told. On
Thanksgiving morning they would
call at the parsonage and surprise the
pastor with a check for this amount.
Perhaps It would somewhat atone for
the sin of whispering during the ser
mon. Thanksgiving day was a trying time
tor the Norwoods. The baby was sick
the night before and kept them
awake; and when they did get to
rest, they overslept. What with rush
ing to get breakfast over and make
ready for the service at church, pray
ers were shortened aad the chapter
"Oh, Wesley, I am so tired! Every
thing has gone wrong today," said
Mrs. Norwood that afternoon. "The
children never were so naughty befoa.
What will people say about Robbie
lighting? The flour-barrel Is empty,
the potatoes ire all gone, and we have
not a thing In the boose for breakfast,
only bread aad butter; and the grocer
seat us word yesterday that we could
not have another thing uattl we said
Urn. What shall . wo do?" After
which lengthy and somewhat Incoher
ent speech, she laid ber bead on his
shoulder and found refuge in tears.
"Never mind. Dear; the Lord will
provide"; then he slowly added, as
if in an afterthought, "some way."
A few minutes later Pastor Norwood
was bowing to the organist, who slip
ped a check in his hand and said prop
erly, "With the compliments of the
choir." Just as they were seated, the
door bell rang again, and this time the
Junior League marched en masse and
the astonished minister stood speech
less with a check in either hand. Then
the older League came, and pres
ently the Ladies' Aid, and last of all
the trustees, all adding their offerings
and crowding the small rooms.. Each
party looked stiffly askance at the
others, wondering by what trickery
their secret had become known.
After an hour of discourse and song,
the treasurer arose and said:
"A few days since our pastor had
received but a mere pittance for many
months of faithful labor. While he
had wrought earnestly for the church
and its societies, so that, for the first
time in years, all were in a prosperous
condition, he unselfishly forgot his
own needs. ' No, no! Brother Nor
wood, you must permit me to finish.
Then one society and another,by some
strange coincidence, conceived the
thought of giving the pastor a pleas
ant Thanksgiving surpris?. It la nesd
less to say that we have surprised each
other quite as well. But best of all, I
find that In the few days of uncon
scious co-operation, we have increased
the amount paid on salary to Just live
hundred dollars. This shows what we
can do If we all work together, I
move you as a congregation, that we
increase our pastor's salary from six
hundred to eight hundred dollars a
It was carried with a rush, even
Brother Cook assenting. Pastor Nor
wood arose, and with tears of joy
trickling down his cheeks, thanked
them simply. Some said they sung
the doxoiogy as never before; at least
there were two voices that rang out
with a new inspiration of faith.
When they were once more at home,
and the children in bed, Wesley Nor-
THEY READ TOGETHER,
wood again look his wife in his arms
and opening his Bible at a place much
marked and worn, they read together
with the guileless faith of children,
"And It shall come to pass that before
they call, I will answer; and while
they are yet speaking, I will bear."
Days of festival thanksgiving have
been celebrated for many centuries.
Under the old Mosaic law the Hebrews
held an annual harvest festival under
the trees and In tents of palm. The
German Protestants have an annual
"Harvest Home" festival, accompanied
by religious serv ices, and this custom
was brought to America by the early
Thanksgiving for us today la a time
for rejoicing that Ufa has been spared
to us and that we have escaped many
danger, overcome many trials and en
joyed many pleasures ddring the 'last
year. It Is alto a time when we
should remember kindly those who
have been leaa fortunate aad should
aut forth some special eCort to
The night before Thanksgiving I
found mamma sitting alone by the
window in the dark, and when I put
my cheek against hers it was ail wet,
and I said out quick:
"Oh, pretty mamma, what is the mat
ter?" and cried, too.
"I was thinking about your uncle
Jefferson," she answered, then she
dried her eyes and mine. "He will
be the only one who will not be hero
at our Thanksgiving dinner."
"But why don't he ever come?" I
"Three years ago he had a misun
derstanding with your father," said
"That means a quarrel," I said.
"What did he quarrel about?"
"The pronunciation of a word," said
"The way a word ought to be 'spok
en?' I asked.
"Yes," said mamma.
I thought that such a queer thing
"MY POOR CHILD, WHAT DO YOU
to quarrel about, but I did not say
anything, for, of course, big folka
"It was ou Thanksgiving Day three
years ago," said mamma, "and he has
never been In the house since."
"He must be very cross and bad,"
I said. '
"No, Indeed, Hilda," paid mamma.
"He is r. splendid doctor, and very kind
to the poor. He is ready to go and
see tbem any time, day or night. I
have often known hfm to take the
ragged little children who were sent
for him in his gig."
Then she said again:. "They will
oil be here but he."
"Shall I go and ask him to come?"
I said after a while. " I know where
"No, Hilda, he would not listen to
yon," said mamma.
"If I was a ragged little girl would
he come?" I asked.
"He might," said mamma. Then
she sat very quiet and looked out of
the window for a long time, and I
knew she was thinking about Uncle
Next day every one came grand
ma, grandfather and all ray aunts, un
cles and cousins, big and little.
The table In the dining room was
bright and glittering with pretty glass,
silver and flowers. Every one seemed
happy, out I knew Just by ber face
that mamma was still thinking,
"They are all here but Uncle Jeffer
on." So I went up to ber and raid:
"Maybe Uncle Jefferson will come
after all, mamma," but she shook ber
bead and the tears came Into her eyes.
"Would he come If I was a lagged
little girl and asked htm?" I said.
"He might," said mamma. "He Is
always so very good to poor chil
dren." "Then I will go and bring him, I
said to myself, and ran away. Dinner
would not be ready for an hour, so I
had plenty of time, I left all my
cousins playing and, talking together,
I was afraid some one would call me
back, but I got away without being
seen, and went Into mamma's room
and Into a closet, where I knew an
old coat of papa's hung. I knew Do
one would mind, so 1 got the big
scissors and tut off some of the sleeves,
then I put It on; but It was so long
that I could not walk, so 1 cut off the
to make It ragged.
I climbed up on a chair after I was
dressed and peeped Into the glass. I
looked just like a poor, poor little beg
gar girl. It almost made me cry,
"I hope I am ragged enough to suit
Uncle Jefferson," 1 said, and I ran
down stairs and out of the door. No
one heard me.
When I reached Uncle Jefferson's
office his gig was standing at the door,
so I waited close by until he came out
of the house. I was afraid that after
all ha would not Uatm, hut the mo
ment he saw me he stopped and looked
at me all over through his glasses.
"Dear, dear, he said, "my poor
child, what do you want"
"I want you to come and see mam
ma," I said.
He answered right away. "Certainly;
Jump in and tell the boy where to
When the black boy. lifted me Into
the gig he laughed and said:
" Well, little rag-bag, where shall I
Just that moment I forgot our num
ber, so I pointed.
Uncle Jefferson sat down on the
other side of me, and away we went
Well, before I knew it, the boy drove
down the wrong street, but there was
a gate into our back garden in this
street, and I told him to stop there.
It was very dark in the garden, but
I went straight up to the dining-room
door. Uncle Jefferson following close
behind. As I ran up the steps I threw
away the old coat and handkerchief,
for. I knew mamma wanted me to look
When I pushed open the door and
called out, "Here is Uncle Jefferson,"
every one stopped talking and turned
Well, I don't know what happened
after that, but anyho-ar In a few. mo
ments they were all shaking hands,
and mamma was crying, but this time
she looked so happy.
When at last they all sat down, 1
next to mamma on one side and Uncle
Jefferson on the other, she said: "You
dear little fairy, how did you man
age to make him come?'
Then I told her about the old coat,
and she told everybody fise, and they
laughed, Uncle Jefferson louder than
all the others.
Mamma said it was the very hap
piest Thanksgiving Day she had ever
known, and all my cousins said it was
the very i best Thanksgiving dinner
Well, after that day Uncle Jefferson
and I were the best of friends, ant"
he always called me bis Thanksgiving
sw mM mm)
I move my arm-chair to the door that
fronts the autumn wold,
And gaze upon the stalely trees, proud
In thlr Barb of (fold;
The quail her brood In calling where the
brooklet runs awav
To find i he sea, and Nature smiles this
glad Thanksgiving day.
The years have touched my hair with
Kray, but sill! above me files
The fairest lla that flaunls Its folds
against the asure skies.
I watch It In lis beauty as It floats twixt
sea and sea,
From every lofty mountain top o'er peo
ple truly free.
No war within our borders, we can all
At peace with all the nations far beyond
the dashing spray!
Our navies ride to every sea, our honor
Is as true
As when was rtrt baptized In blood the
old lied, While and Blue.
I thank the loving Father, He who
watches over all,
hot blessings on our land bestowed from
mountain wall to wall;
l or harvests that were bountiful from
far Dakota's plain
To Where the old Penobscot rushes 'neath
the pin of Maine.
T swm to catch the echoes of an anthem
in the Houth,
where slugs the golden oriole In some
rlm canon's mouth;
And the laurel and the cedar and the
branching rh.nlnut free
Grow side by side, where once were
Pitched the tents of Oram and Lee,
1 hear no more the battle, drums that
beat In manhood's day,
For side by side, fore'er at peace, r
standing Blue and dray;
Together they are marching to the des
tiny of fame,
And each one crowns with deathless
wreath our country's noble name.
I dream of coming ages which our na
tion loved will crown
With mighty triumphs which to her shall
dive a new renown:
t'nlll In conscious wonder every country
'neath the sun
Bhall ring with lofty plaudits for the land
We're marching on to greater things, as
vessels sweep the sea:
And each Thanksgiving fills our hearts
with blessings yet to be.
America Is destined, If to Ood we're only
To be the favored nation 'neath the can-
opy of blue.
Then let the bells all ring today through,
out our cherished clime;
Let old and young with pride rejoice this
glad Thanksgiving time;
Let paeans rise from morn till eve and
nothing coma to mar
Tho hope that rules our happy laud be
neath the stripe and star.
The winds blow through I he autumn
boughs; methlnks I hear a tread.
A merry laugh and a Utile band. I lala
upon my head;
And soft lips touch my wrinkled check
and this Is what they say:
"I've eotn to kiss you, grandpa, dear,
. thankful kiss to-day!"
Mr eyes grow misty as my arms abou
the wee one twine:
I cannot see the meadow and the wood
land's golden line;
Mr old. old heart beats faster, as It bu
Mas o'tr with bliss.
And silently I'm thankful for the sws
They Call AUs "Ab-ry.
No writing, it Is said, of Mr. George
Ade's has so amused bis admiring
readers as has the pronunciation of
his name by the majority of those
admiring readers amused Mr. George
Ade. How it started no one seems to
know, but most persons In this part
of the country, the New York Sun
says, speak of him as Mr. Ah-day
(accent on the day). Call It that In
Chicago where he lives, and they
wouldn't know whom you were talk
ing about. The author" himself pro
nounces him name as though it were,
' Bis Wonderful "Polatoo."
An interesting agricultural Item Is
reprinted in the London Times from
its issue of October 10, 1801: "A Mr.
Va-her of Heckford farm, near Poole,
last year planted one Potatoe, which
produceed him 335 in number, and
there would lave been still more had
not a boy lost one of the eyes after
the Potatoe was cut in pieces. The
Farmer having saved the whole of
tbem, had then planted, which he ha
now dug up, and finds that they have
multiplied to the number of 9,236 and
weigh 13 cwt, 3 qrs., which certainly
is a very great Increase from one sin
gle root In two years."
Rheumatism and Hi Eyes.
Chicago, 111., Nov. 18th. Mr. R. A.
Wade, the celebrated criminal lawyer
of this city whose opinion on legal
matters is unquestioned, has recently
made public his unqualified opinion on
a matter of medicine. Mr. Wade says
that Rheumatism and Kidney Trouble
affect the eyesight, and further that
there is no case of the kind that can
not be cured by Dodd's Kidney Pills.
He has no fear of being set right by
any of his medical friends, for both
statements have a living and Indis
putable proof In the person of the
great lawyer himself, who as a result
of Rheumatism and Kidney Trouble
from which he Buffered for years, be
came totally blind.
Physicians, the best In the country,
pronounced his case incurable and
hopeless, but Dodd's Kidney Pills
cured him, restored his sight, drove
away the Kidney Trouble and with it
the Rheumatism and made an all
around well man of him.
Married a Chinaman for Splto,
A new species of revenge has been
discovered in New Jersey. A womau
there had trouble with her husband,
and ran away from blm and married a
Chinaman. An obliging minister of
New York performed the ceremony.
When brought into court the woman
set up no defense. "I had no use for
the Chink," she said. "I only married
him to spite my husband." "There Is.
then, something new under the sun,"
remarked the Solomon on the bench.
When Von Order
Baker's Chocolate or Baker's Cocoa
examine the package you receive and
make sure that It bears the well known
trade-mark of the cbccolite girl There
are many imitations of these choice
goods on the market. A copy of Miss
Parloa's choice recipes will be sent
free to any housekeeper. Address
Walter Baker & Co., Ltd., Dorchester,
A Mlackstone Memorial,
Mrs. T. B. Blackstone, widow of the
late president of the Chicago & Alton
railroad, has presented the city of Chi
cago with a library building, to be put
up at the Intersection of Forty-fifth
street and Washington and Lake ave
nues, as a memorial to Mr. Black
stone. Though it will be a branch of
the main public library, the building
will have a complete equipment of lu
Use the best. That's why they buy Red
Cross Ball Blue. At leading grocers, 5 cents.
Love never turns Its microscopes on
Plso'sCure cannot be too highly spoken of as
s cough euro. J. W. O'Hhikh, S3 Third Ave.,
M., Minneapolis, atlna., Jan. 6. 1KNL
Time lost in mending nets Is saved
In catching fish.
IBONIMO A SHIRT WAIST.
Not Infrequently a young woman
finds It necessary to launder a shirt
waist at home for some emergency
when the laundryman or the home ser
vant cannot do It. Hence these direc
tions for Ironing the waist: To Iron
summer shirt waists so that they will
look like new It la -needful to have
them starched evenly with Defiance
starch, then made perfectly smooth
and rolled tight In a damp cloth, to be
laid away two or three hours. When
Ironing have a bowl of water and a
clean piece of muslin beside the Iron
ing board. Have your Iron hot, but
not sufficiently so to scorch, and abso
lutely clean. Begin by Ironing the
back, then the front, sides and the
loeves, followed by the neckband and
the cuffs. When wrinkles appear ap
ply the damp cloth and remove tbem.
Always Iron from the top of the waist
to the bottom, if there are plaits In
the front Iron them downward, after
first raising each one with a blunt
knife, and with the edge of the Iron
follow every line of stitching to give It
distinctness. After the shirt waist la
Ironed It should be well aired by the
Ore or In the sun before It Is folded
and put away, rays the Philadelphia
Thomas A. Edison Is very deaf. Ow
ing to a playful pleasantry he has In
vented a sort of shorthand speech,
among which is bis greeting to the
older hand In his shop and labora
tory. When he sees one of these men.
"Boo!" says Mr. Edison, which baa
come to mean good morning, or gooti
afternoon, or good night The la bra
tor aan have picked up the peculiar
grettlng, so that when the "boas" ap
pears In the morning be Is greeted In
his own shorthand speech: "Boo, Mr.
A sensitive conscience never makes
a man self-conscious.
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