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"It's our only chance, certainly! "
Instantly agreed the last comer. "It
we sllly-shnlly over the lolng of It
much longer, we shall die like ruts In
.a hole, ns the guard says!"
"Then we'd better tear these ob
stinate fools off the engine and man It
ourselves!" suggested a frantic pas
senger. "We can rush It through
.somehow!"
"Not bo!" was the calm answer.
"Our only chance In rushing the dan
,gcr Is the speed. Now, If I and you, all
amateurs, man the engine and bungle
the thing, the chance Is we should
roast beforo wo got quite through tho
flames.
"Now, ladles and gentlemen" he
turnod courteously to the passengers
surging round "I must ask you to
trust your bodies to me, and your souls
well, according to your several
creeds!"
With a strangely harsh, empty laugh,
tho stranger ascended the engine,
turning his dark face to say peremp
torily: "Tako your places aboard the
train Instantly, every man, woman and
child!
"Now, my friends. I'll tackle you!"
He facod round to the engine men.
So near was the train to the fir,
that the heat was Insufferable tho
facea of the men were almost skinned.
"Warm work, my hearties, this!"
the stranger said, almost cheerfully, as
he beat tho hot air slowly with wav
ing hands, and pressed his faco closer
to the scorched visages on the engine.
"You get off this englno, mister!"
furiously began the driver. "I'll brain
any man who tries to boss "
The wrathful words endod In u sud
den sigh, and the driver's urnis fell
softly at his sides as tho Invader of tho
engine turned to tho stoker, a power
fully built man.
"You heard what my mate said,
didn't yer?" struck In the man. "You
git off, or I'll I'll " There was
the same singular collapse, the same
lamb-like nttltude. Both grimy men
stood motionless and meek facing tho
Intruder.
"Just so," observed the last equably.
Then, leaning over, his strident voice
clanged harshly along tho enow shed:
"Every soul aboard? Keep all win
dows and doors fast for your lives!"
"What is it, Gervls? Are we safe
yet?" faintly whispered Gladdy. The
girl, who had only seemed to shako
off her curious attack of insensibility
within the last few minutes, was star
ing vaguely round the car.
She wondered idly why most of tho
women were on their knees, and why
tho little children were clasped so
frantically to their mothers.1 Suroly
the tiny creatures would be smothered
in such ombraces.
And why was Gervis, hor husband,
breathing in that curiously labored
fashion, as if he had been running
hard?
Then she became aware, as he laid
his cheeks against her own, that his
face was wet and cold, clammy per
spiration. "Gervls!" she cried, a vague alarm
awakening her at last, "speak to mo!"
"Can't you pray, Gladdy?" whispered
Gorvis, and the clasp of his arma tight
ened round his wife.
"Pray, Gervls? What do you moan?"
wonderlngly said Gladdy. And Gervls
drew his brows together.
And yet was it not better that nho
should know, poor little Gladdy In hor
newly wedded happiness?
Outside the cars, now tightly closed,
the men on the onglne, who were going
to fight tho flames doggedly, were
grimly and rapidly making ready.
The heat had become Intolerable,
and redly glowing sparks were shower
ing down the blazing roof. The peril
was already so deadly that there was
no choice. A dash for dear .11 fo must
be made!
Suddenly a great tongue of flamo
darted along tho roof with a hissing
sound. The haggard, white faces in
tho cars could distinguish every tim
ber in the shed's wooden walls in the
new glare. The fire was gaining with
a deadly suroness.
"Quick, men! We are taking our
lives in our hands! Hero, reach mo
that bale of waterproofing! We must
divide it between us to cover as much
of our persons as we can!"
It was a sharp, vibrating voice, with
a note of command, that hastily or
dered. Then came the hoarse order for
which the cowed englnomen wero
meekly waiting.
"Ready? Then go! Top speed!"
The long train, with Its large cars,
creaked and groaned; tho tongues of
flame darted upward hisslngly; the
burning rafters crackled and snapped;
the smoke rolled along in heavy clouds
that choked all who rode on the 111
fatod train.
"God in His mercy, help us! We're
off!"
The train was cutting Its way
through tho sheet of flame that had
'walled it In.
CHAPTER IV.
It was over this daring venture
and over safely!
Outside In the open, in the clear cold
air of the starless night, the long train
drew up undor the softly falling (lakod
of feathery snow.
Half-paralyzod men and fainting
womon In tho cars know they wero
safe, and thero was a brief hush, while
sobbing thanksgivings broke from lips
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that soldom pray. Then there was n
rush to examine the care, which had,
providentially, not caught lire.
"So far as we know, wo are nil
saved," was the thankful chorus that
went round, as tho passengers stood
about on the snow stamping their feot.
"How on earth did wo get our hero,
mate?" was the honrso whisper from
ono of the blackened, smoked figures
wrapped In waterproof on tho en
gine. "I don't know!" was the answer. "I
thought we was bound to roast in
tho fire, but hero we are! Deals all!"
"That's so; but wo're safo; that's
good enough for me, anyhow!"
"The sooner you people get aboard
the cars again the better."
It was a courteous, almost concilia
tory voice, but it was the same that
a short time before had given tho word
of command that saved tho tralnful of
human beings. Instantly the speaker
was surrounded and a torrent of
thanks assnllcd his ears.
"Pray, don't overwhelm me!" Ho
raised his long, lean hunds doprecni
ingly. "What have I done? Merely
suggested n way out of the difficulty."
But his modesty was overruled. The
overwrought passengers found an out
let for their agitation In demanding
the name of their preserver, In order,
they said, "to add It to our prayers,
nnd teach It to our little ones."
"My name Is Paul Ansdell," politely
said tho stranger. Then he added hur
riedly, as If to choke off any further
questions: "I nm a scientist by pro
fession, nnd nm at present traveling
for material regarding a subject sug
gested by the society to which I have
the honor to belong. I hope I have
explained to your satisfaction, ladle3
and gentlemen."
Under the courteous tones there was
a distinct element of mockery, which
served to chill the warm gratitude of
the passengers. In twos and threes
they disported, some to get aboard tho
train Into the shelter nnd comfort and
warmth; others to stand In the Hnow
and watch with awe the roaring flames
now mercifully behind them.
"The weather tonight is so dry-cold,
oven for tho tlmo o' year, that tho
fire has got a Arm hold. Tho whole
shed's doomed," said the guard. "It's
bin a wonderful dellvorunco from an
awful death, gentlemen. We've need to
thank God on our knees."
The man looked round on tho groups
huddled together on tho snow, which
tho roaring fire lighted up around
them.
And, Indeed, the delivered passen
gers wore, each In his or her own way,
thanking God.
Hero a young mother, her soft arm3
round a little child, knelt In the snow
murmuring. Near her a clergyman
was, with lips rapidly moving, thank
ing God for his safety.
Here, again, an iron grny-linlred man
stood bowed for a few seconds to of
fer up his thanks for the frail Invalid
wife, the love of his youth, whom ho
had Just lifted back into the car.
It was Indeed a solemn sight, the
little thanksgiving service out on tho
snowy plains, upon which the grim
mountains frowned down through tho
small, dry flakes of falling snow,
"Now it Btrlkes me we should do
well to be getting ahead. The night
Is upon us, and I can tell you It will
take us all wo can to stand the colds
of midnight and early morning."
It was the voice of Paul Ansdell that
broke the spell. He was standing with
arms folded on the rear platform of
the cars, looking down with half-shut
eyes upon tho reverently bowed heads
of his fellow travelers. No meaning
for him had this communing with tho
Divlno Creator, who had stretched out
a helping band in tho grave peril.
Had any cry broken from his lips to
ascend on high it would have beon the
exceeding bitter one of the Psalmist:
"Lord, why castest Thou off my soul?
Why hlde3t Thou Thy face from me?"
But It was many a year since this
man bad abnndonod prayer. He was
not an unbeliever In one sense, for no
man knew better than Paul Ansdell
that there exists an over-ruling Power,
who moves and shapes humanity at
His will. Otherwise It would havo
been the worse for his fellow men,
seeing that Paul Ansdell held certain
ill-gotten secrets that would have en
dowed himself with an Illimitable do
minion over the Uvea and the fortunes
of others. But as It was he guashed
his teeth over the checkmates that
blocked his wicked way and protected
his victims. So far Uie man had faith
in his larger and bolder flights.
The two alms he lived for were to
win a'colossal fortune, and to preserve
his life as long as possible. To die,
to crumble into dust, was to him a
hideous prospect, and he had no other
his creed forbade all such. To save
himself more than his companions ho
had put forth his utmost strength of
will. He had succeeded strangely,
even marvelously. Paul Ansdell
smiled contentedly as ho leaned,
strangely exhausted for a man who
had simply lifted his voice, not his
hands, to the rescue. He was con
gratulating himself that his will pow
er was increasing enormously. Then
ho heard a hurried voice at his car.
"Mr. Ansdell, I've brought my wife
to thank you for your splendid bravery
In saving tho wnolo lot of us," Gervls
Tompleton was saying earnestly, and
his hand was pressing tho shoulder of
J Paul, who wheeled sharply around, to
glance for one swift second at tho lit
'SSISSSS.
tle shrinking flguro behind Gervls.
'I hou his eyes turned uwny to tho
llanio-reddcned snow,
"Como. Gladdy, this Is the hero of
the hour. Haven't you a word to glvo
him'"
Gladdy must havo hoard her hus
band's urgent whisper, nnd yet she
spoke not n syllable. Silently and wist
fully tho girlish bride was garlng up
into the dark fare of Paul Ansdell. It
win ns though her soul was dumbly
questioning that of the man who had
saved her life.
"Dear, say something!" In the low
eied voice of Gervls there svns a per
emptory note. He was annoyed nt hi
wife's extraordinary awkwardness na
much ns he was puzzled. What rould
the man think of her? The thought
crossed his mind as ho took (Noddy's
cold, small fingers In his to encour
age her. But Paul's attention us well
ns Pntil'n eyes were being given to
the outside world.
"I fear we're going to have a night
of It. perhaps nnother chaptnr of ac
cidentswho knows?- for the snow
will be tremendously deep at certain
curves I know of ahead," he said.
And, under cover of his words, Gladdy
drew her hand from that of hor hus
band, nnd slipped back Into the drawing-room
car. She was the only one
of the passengers who had failed to
offer thnnks to the rescuer of the train.
The cars were moving off on their
Journey once again, and the men wero
chatting to one another.
"Not so bad for the first more In
tho game!"
The triumphant words whlsperlngly
from tho lips of Paul Anw'.ell as he sat
alone In the smoking compartment,
leaning back In his chulr. his dark,
baleful eyes watching the smoko
wreaths lazily rising over his head.
CHAPTER V.
Paul Andcll was right In his sur
mises. The scientist, aH a rule, was
right somehow. The fine, feathery
snow resolved Itself into a perfect
blizzard a few hours lutor, uud tho
train, after plunging through deep
drifts, cutting Its way gallantly, was
brought to a standstill.
Fortunately they were close to a
prairie station when the stoppage took
place.
"Wo must mako the best of it,"
cheerfully agreed the passenger.
"There's plenty to eat and drink
aboard the train, thank goodness, ami
we can get out and stretch our legs
without any danger of being lost In
the snow, for It's hard as lion."
"Will you come out nnd take a turn
with me?" pleasantly asked Paul Ans
dell, coming over to Gorvis Tompleton,
who was staring disconsolately out of
the window.
Gladdy hnd chosen to remain In her
berth for breakfast, and showed aB yet
no Inclination to leave It.
"I bhould like it above nil things!"
the joung Englishman eagerly said.
And presently the two men, wrapped
up to the eyes, were tramping over tho
shining, snowy expnnso boyond the lit
tle station.
"Are you going to mako any stay at
Montreal?" asked Paul carelessly.
"Not over a few days, to see tho
place," was the answer. "I am taking
my wlfp to England to spend Christ
mas In the old home, so our tlmo Is
limited. Otherwise there's nothing I
should like better than to winter In
the Dominion. It's a glorious land,
and Gladdy, my wife, would have rev
eled In the Ice cnrnlval and ull tho
other delights of n Montreal winter.
But It can't bo helpted. My people
are eager to see and know her. Wo
have not been long married, you see,"
ho added, a little lamely.
"I know," curtly said Paul Ansdell.
"I was In 'Frisco when your wedding
took place; and I knew old Hiram
Falrweather, your wife's father per
sonally, I mean. A sharp, astute old
chap, that. Made his pile, eh?"
(To be continued.)
SOME ARE ODD.
(leographlcnl Knnies Out In Arkansas.
A commercial traveler recently re
turned from a trip through Arkansas
was speaking the other day of the
nomenclature of the towns and coun
ties of that state. "As a township
name," said he, "nothing seems so
popular as a name ending In 'creek.'
There are Beech, Mill, Barren, Dutch,
Iong, Big, Peter, Clear, Pierre, Flat,
Crooked, Sugar and Day creeks teat
tercd through tho state as townships.
There are Eagle and War Eagle town
Bhlps, and one is numed after Grover
Cleveland. Yell Is both u township
and county namo, but tho people are
not particularly noisy In those places,
In spite of the name. Many names
are reminders of tho old Trench oc
cupation, such as Petit Jean, Terro
Nolr, Fayette, Lagrue, Do Bastrop and
St. Francis, names of townships.
Sugarloaf seems to be a popular name
for towns In Arkansas, why, I do
not know; and one community calls
itself by the intensely prosaic name of
Railroad. Colonel Bowie, he of the
celebrated knife, has bis name per
petuated by a township name, and so
has Daniel Boone and' Bryan. Thp
population of Arkansas Is now nine
ty times what It was when the first
census was talten of It, In 1820, but
the increase has been slow in the last
decade compared with previous ones.
The population has Increused In the
last ten years only 1G4 I'or cent,
whiio In the ten years before the In
crease was ovor 40 por cent."
I'mt'loun Woods Wniteit.
Rosewood and mahogany are so
plentiful In Mexico that sumo of tho
coppor mines there nro timbered with
rosowood, while mahogany Is u&od as
fuel for the engines.
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The train due at Paris Junction nt
9: .15 was ten minutes late on Thanks
giving morning. Ab It halted before
the little station, which Btood nmid
bnrc brown fields nt tho crossing of
the two railroads, a gentleman and a
lady stepped to the platform.
The lady gathcrod hor sealskin cape
around her and hurried Into the depot.
She waj a plump, middle-aged woman
with a clear, dark face. When the
gentleman entered tho room, she was
addressing tho station agent.
"How long before the next train
west on tho other road?" alio asked In
a voice of peculiar swetness.
The man started and drew nearer.
"There won't be 'nother tran till
4:10."
"But there 1b one due In a fw min
utes." "It's gone. Your train was late."
She gasped. "What am I to do? I
must be nt Lntlmcr before 2."
"I don't know."
She turned nppcallngly to her fcl-
"LEON HARTLEY!"
low traveler. Ho stopped forward,
lifting his hnt.
A glance into the strong face lighted
by frank grny eyes, and she gave a
little cry, a soft rose-pink flush stain
ing her cheeks,
"Leon Bartlcy! How do you hap
pen to be here?" and she timidly ex
tended her hand.
"I nm on my wny to spend Thanks
giving with my old friends, the Hcr
rlngtons, nt Latimer."
"And I to eat my Thnnksglvlng tur
key with my cousin. Lulu Myers."
A moment's silence fell between
them. Tho station agent hnd retired
to his little den, which contained his
desk, leaving the two travelers In pos
session of the room. There was a brisk
flro In the stove, and the nlr was laden
with the fumes of the soft coal. Aside
from the stove, the solo furniture of
the room consisted of a wooden bench
which extended along two slles. The
uncurtained windows were dingy and
dirty.
Outside there was only the shining
tracks and the fields. At n little dis
tance a solitary farmhouse could be
seen.
They were roused by a dash of froz
en sleet against the windows. Bart
ley advanced to the door of the little
Inner room, saying:
"I will see If there is not some wny
out of our trouble.
Left alone, Zoo Freeman drew her
cloak around her and let her mind
wander buck to tho past. Fifteen
years beforo she had been the prom
ised wife of Leon Bartlcy. They had
quarreled and, In n fit of pique, she
hnd married Robert Freeman. Wealth
and social position hnd been heis, but
Freeman soon became a helpless In
valid, and life held little for her savo
the cures and duties of a nurse. A
year ago death had Bet her free.
Leon Bartley had never married.
They had met occasionally? but never
since Freeman's death.
Here hor thoughts were Interrupted
by tho return of Bartlcy.
"It 1b as you feared. There Is no
way you can reach Latimer beforo 6.
There nro fow passenger trains upon
cither of theso roads, I am very sorry
for your disappointment."
Her face flushed, t,hen paled. "We
must wait with what patience we can,"
she said, unconBclously using tho plu
ral. He brought for hor from the Inner
room tho only chair In tho building.
A few moments later the station agent
said:
"I'm goln' to the house awhile."
He strode away, and they were alone.
Outsldo tho sleet contlnod to fall. Zoo
turned from tho dreary picture framed
by tho window with a sigh that
sounded strangely like one of con
tent. They talked fitfully. Both avoided
referring to tho past, and tho present
held little In common for them. Yet
as they talked of tho events of tho
day, of books, and of people- whom
thoy both know, an unconscious chango
camo over them. As in tho days of
old, sho wna awaro of a tender dofer
eucu shown toward hor, a doforenco
that was genuine and had In It noth
ing of patronage
After n time Hartley glanced nt hla
watch nnd rose to his foot.
"I urn going to raid tho surrounding
country and see what 1 can do In the
way of a Thanksgiving dinner."
"Not in this storm," she cried, and
her clear dark eyes fell before his.
"I have an umbrella. Besides I am
used to storms."
He was gone some tlmo. When ho
returned, sho was at tho door to meet
him.
"I see you were successful," pointing
to the bundles be cnrrlcd.
He shook his head. "You will think
It a poor bucccbs. At the agont'B
home dirt wns too plentiful. I saw
we could not think of dining there. I
mnde my wny to another house, only
to And It locked. However, thero Is
n postolllcn near, where tho agent as
sured me 1 would And n 'store.' Thore
well, the contents of these pnner
bags will tell the story."
She laughed as morrlly bb a child,
and began to peer liito the bngB. Soon
they wore seated, sho In tho chnlr, ho
on tho bench In front of hor. 8hcoU
from a newspaper ho happened to
havo In hla pocket wero sprend over
tholr laps, and on these they plnced
crackers, chccHe, peanuts and sticks of
red and white striped candy.
"I'm sorry," Hartley began, eyeing
tho spread with evident disfavor, "but
It Is tho beHt the bind affords. Hero is
a pnrt of every eatable thing In the
merchant's stock, save gum, molasses
und nrticles Hint must bo cooked. It
Is a poor Thanksgiving dinner to offer
you. Zoo."
Tho nninc slipped from hlra tin
uwares. Sho blushed and begun to talk
lightly. All constraint vanished. Tho
burden of yours seemed to have fallon
from them. Suddenly she looked up,
an nrrh smile curving her lips.
"Think of the tables ut which we
expected to Bit today. Remember tho
various delicacies, tho silver, china,
embroidered linen and flowers, then
note tho contrast. Is nut this a
strange Thanksgiving?"
He leaned forward, and nguln her
eyes snnk beforo his. "I remember It
all, nnd yet I feol like returning thanks
because I nm here with you."
Just then the stntlon agent entered.
A freight train camo in sight and
hnlted. Zoo retreated to a window
while the men wont out and In tho de
pot. After a short tlmo tho train
went on, nnd the agent again left the
travelers alone.
Hartley came at once to hor sldo. "In
un hour there will bo a train going
bnck to your home. You will take It,
will you not?"
She nodded. In an hour they would
be scpnrated. There would bo noth
ing of this strange Thanksgiving day
save a memory.
He came a step closer.
"Lot mo go with you, Zoe."
"Whut do you mean?"
"I mean I love you still. Neither
have you forgotten. Why should we
lose one hotii of tho happiness life
holds for us? Wo will go to your
homo and this very night become hus
band and wife."
She shook her head, although she I
"IT IS A POOR THANKSGIVINO
DINNER."
did not draw back when ho took both
her hunda In his.
"No, Leon. Not today."
"Why not?"
"It's well, It's unconventional."
Ho laughhed lightly, for he knew his
victory was won.
"This has been nn unconventional
Thanksgiving, darling. It is a real
one, though. I never know what tho
word meant until I could give thunks
for you and your love."
iuuiii cake
Cream ono cup of butter and two
cups of sugiir. Add ono cup of milk,
three eggs, two cups of ralsInB (stonod)
ono gruted nutmeg, a tablcspoonful
each of grated cloves and cinnamon,
about four cups of Hour, two heaping
tcaspoonfuls of baking powder. Make
about us stiff as pound cake.
Joy softens more hearts than tears.
Madamo do Sartory, ,
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THANKSaiVINQ.
To tho popular mind tho word
"Thnnknglvlng" stands for n day of
fertility. Hut thoy who lono Its subjective-
moaning In mero crontnro on
Jnymout suffer n mlofortuno nnd mUa
an opportunity.
To our fathers, Thnnksglvlng was a
oaornmont. It was one of their acts
of religion to sot npart for it an an
nual day. Heaven had blessed tholr
harvests, and thoy wished to express
In a special way appreciation of its
favors.
Nothing In tholr example was uioro
nano nnd sensiblo than the creation of
this November family custom, now be
come nntlonnl. Thero havo boon
changes of our social llfo since the
old tlmo. Theso hnvo made It leas easy
to obsorvo tho day so genornlly with
public rites of worship, but tho ordi
nance holds Its place with pleasing fit
ness, nnd with ample reason.
Wo havo a thousandfold mora to b
devoutly glad for than our father
hnd; nnd tho fooling and the faith
they carried with them to the "solemn
nssembly" we can rndlate In brighter
homes and wider activities of kind
nnsn. Tho unfolding Christian axe hat
given us the larger thought of tho
moaning and mission of freedom nnd
of civilisation; the grander type nnd
Idea of bonevolenco; the tenderer be
liefs thnt sweeten life nnd dtath with
hope. For nil these let us thank God.
Gratitude Is not only "a natural
function of the healthy soul"; It la
Its wonlth. Invest It. Its intoreat will
onrlch tho character, and uplift th
whole life.
THE FIRST THANK8QIVINQ.
The snow upon the hillside lay.
And t hutched tho cottaKe roof.
Thn web of vines by the I'llsrlm's door
W'ua lilted with Icy woof.
Tho bough were leaflet on the tree.
Across the barren plain
Tho north wind swept despairingly
And moaned like one In pain.
(It whimpered like some hungry child
That clnaps Its purciit'a hand
And plrudt fur bread when there Is none
In all tho drenry land.)
Above the II I tie 1'lymouth town,
ClrclltiK with empty maw.
Mocking their hunger, flew the crow,
Bhrloktng- hit "huw, haw, haw."
I'atlrnce, a blue-eyed maiden,
(Her eyes with tears were dim,)
Krnm hunger feeble, trembling knelt
And rained h r voter to Him.
"Pear Dod." she. Maid In pleading tones,
Tender, plaintive nnd sweet,
"W uiinont 'tuned, an' won't 'oo pleas
Bond down aome flngs to eat?"
Then all day IntiR her watchful eye
Oaied down the village street,
Not doubling but she noon would sea
Somo one with "tlnga to eat."
And, lol before thn aun had set.
With wild fowl laden down,
Four hunters from the forest drear
Cume murchlng Into town.
Vid taa In nnwer to Ihe prayer).
To add to ull the cheer,
And bunlHh famine, from the place,
Camo Indiana with deer.
Tho Joyoua villagers rushed out
The ludened ones to meet,
Hut I'utlence knelt and aatdi "Kanke. Do4,
For aeudln' flnga to eat."
Arthur 3. Burdlok.
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THANK8QIVINQ MENU
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OvaTera.
Cream of dame.
Tied Snapper a I'lcarienne.
Tenderloin Pique a la Frovencale.
Stuffed Tomutoea, Drolled Mushroom.
Roast Turkey. Cranberry Baueo.
Cauliflower. Stuffed Egg-plant.
Buratoga Potatoes, i
Bqunha en Compote
Iloast Bnddle of Venison.
Maccdoine Balud. Plum Puddlnr.
Cheese. Coffee. Fruit
ThanksglTlpg llooa Parties.
The country has Its charms for not a
few Thnnksglvlng lovers. Country
house life has grown In popularity of
recent years. Thanksgiving house par
ties at the great country mansions on
Wednesday (Thanksgiving Evo) last
until the following Monday.
Twenty-five people at least, perhaps
thirty, are Invited for these festivities.
Tho glrlB bring wardrobes. They must
have bull gowus, morning frocks and
athletic costumes. The days are de
voted to sports, tho evenings to sing
ing and music. There are horses, bi
cycles and carriages for everybody.
Thanksgiving day Itself Is marked by
u superb dinner. A ball follows.
Kertantt at Thankaglvlag.
In the great houses of New York tha
masters and mistresses do not have all
of Thanksgiving.
It Is generally felt that the servant
should have nn hour or two. A special
"Servants' Thanksgiving Dinner" Is
provided, generally at midday.
Tho family raukes arrangements Xa
go out at this hour, so the servants
may not bo called upon, Tho table In
tho servants' hull Is spread wUh'jUraoat
the same meal the househulu itaelf will
have.
It Is a long course dinner. Tho but
ler takes tho head of tho table, tha
housekeeper tho foot. Between come
tho maids, tho mon, perhaps u down.
Th Ilinlluct of Liberty.
Nature imprints upon whato'er we see.
That hiiB a heart and llfo In 1L "B
free!"
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