THE VALENTINE DEMOCRAT
I. JH KICE , J'ub Inner.
TALENTINE , NEBRASKA
A little taffy now and then is relished
by the wisest men.
No man can win success by doing
omethiDg that has been done before.
If a trust would corner ping-pong
balls the act would cover a multitude
of bad breaks.
When a man disgraces himself his
first thought Is not one of regret for
his own shame , but of what the world
will think.
A citizen is dead as the result of
drinking horee liniment. Deceased Is
supposed to have taken the stuff in the
hope of relieving hoarseness.
Any irritation caused by the an
nouncement of the information of a
Witch-hazel trust will only be aggra
vated by the application of witch-
hazel.
An editor snys that "kissing is a
pretty bad thing , when you come to
think about It" Don't think about it.
She who hesitates is lost he who hesi
tates Is a chump.
The gratifying spread of the crusade
against child labor shows once more
that such terrible conditions need but
t to be stated in order to arouse the
American conscience.
The latest fad in trusts is a combi
nation of manufacturers of candy with
a capital of $9,000,000. This is a case
of sweetness long drawn out sure
enough. But will it stick ?
The Chinese Boxers continue to
cause trouble. The only good Boxers
seem to be the kind that the foreign
ers found lying around in the streets
of Peking when the invasion was ef
fected.
Active volcanoes is the latest addi
tion to the delights of life in the Phil
ippines. This , however , is only anoth
er Indication that we can produce any
thing that any other people whatever ,
anclent.or modern , have ever produced.
During his recent tour of the prov
inces the King of Spain admired the
triumphal arch erected at Leon , and
stopped the procession for ten minutes
while he took photographs of it Who
wouldn't be a boy and a king if he
could do as he pleased in this fash-
Ion ?
Appendicitis Is not a new disease. A
history of the malady , prepared by a
French specialist , records the testi
mony of a mummy to the antiquity of
the affliction. The indication is that
the death , thousands of years ago , was
due to peritonitis that had its origin
in a diseased appendix.
In 1890 the railways of the country
carried eighty billion tons of freight
one mile , and in 1900 , according to the
census report , they carried one hundred
and forty billion tons. They charged a
fraction more than nine-tenths of a cent
for carrying each ton a mile in 1S90 ,
and only seven and a half tenths in
1900. They will charge still less in
1910 and carry much more , for the in
genuity of inventors and financiers is
continually employed in reducing the
cost of railway transportation.
We are not in favor of coddling con
victs. In some prisons that policy has
been carried too far. Prisoners should
not be made to feel that they are mar
tyrs. On the other hand , whatever of
manhood they may possess and many
of them have much of it should be
encouraged and strengthened. It is
probable that a large proportion of
habitual criminals are little to blame
for being so. But society is compelled
to protect itself against evildoers re
gardless of all those considerations. It
should do that as thoroughly as possi
ble , avoiding the two extremes of senti-
mentalism and brutality.
What Is despised is not necessarily
despicable ! The upper peninsula of
Michigan was long tossed between that
State and Wisconsin , wanted by neith
er and refused as a separate Territory
by the United States. During the last
quarter-century it has become , through
its copper , iron and forests , a tract of
enormous value. Alaska repeats the
story. It was purchased from Russia
for seven million dollars for political
reasons , and was supposed to be worth
less commercially , save for its seal
fisher } ' . Yet It now produces twenty
million dollars a year in gold ; its sal
mon fisheries promise In a few years
lo be worth many millions ; its prime
val forests are practically priceless in
lumber and wood pulp for the manu
facture of paper. The feet of the Uni
ted States , as its West India islands
have been termed , may be of clay , but
its Alaskan head Is almost literally
fine gold.
Prince Henry of Germany made a
tour of tills country and never forgot
that be wag a gentleman. The Grand
Duke Boris of Russia came and neg
lected no opportunity to advertise him
self as a rake. Three incidents 111
be remembered of the latter which , put
together , give a composite picture of
this degenerate scion of royalty. In
Chicago he found congenial company
imoug the ballet girls. At Newport
ne left a banquet because the butler
first served the hostess. Also at New
port while dining at a private resi
dence , the band mruck up the Russian
quickstep , whereat his Roynl Highness
threw aside his napkin , sprang to his
feet , and executed a muscovite jig. It
consequence of these and other exhibi
tions , Boris was politely Ignored by
Mrs. Roosevelt and snubbed by good
society. He can go back to Russia
where It is lese majeste to print the
brazen doings of the aristocracy and
tell his boon degenerates that gentle
men In this country do not flau.it
profligacy , that all American women
are queens and are Invariably first
served at table , and that It Is slightly
Irregular In good company to dance a
Jig , even though It be not on the top
of the table. He can report the fact
that in America the newspapers ex
pose Indecency , that the pure whit
light of publicity beats upon high ani
low. Boris has learned some thing
about this country. But he has learne
them too late. And there are others ,
And they live here. . The press need
to turn the lime light on some of th
skeletons in the closets of "respectabil
ity" as well as upon the dark corner
and cesspools of vice. The greates
safeguard of society is a truth telling
press.
Of all the forms of human weakness
self-pity is one of the most dangerous
Be careful not to be sorry for yourself ,
The cultivation of such a habit argue ;
intense selfishness. It means that you
have not duly compared your sorrow
and troubles with those of others. I
means that you are elevating your lit
tle disasters and trials unduly. Ego
tist ! There are others. And in com
parison with the woes of hundreds o
thousands yours are inconsequential
The best cure for self-repining is i
fair comparison with the troubles o
humanity. The other day a poor crip
pie was being rolled about the room o
a sanitarium in an invalid's chair. The
bones of his legs had been eaten up ,
all but the lime , by rheumatism. Four
times he had fallen and broken his
legs , the last time one of them splin
tered into fourteen pieces. Afterwards
one of these legs had been twice ampu
tated. His hands were twisted like
bird's claws. He could not raise his
fingers to his face. Yet this poor fel
low was full of infinite jest. When
some one expressed pity his eyes twin
kled and he said : "Oh , I'm worth ? ,
dozen dead men. " You ought to be
ashamed of yourself. Your self com
miseration over comparative trifles in
the light of such suffering is almost
criminal. And if you persist in your
self pity you will grow chronic and i
will take all your manhood orwoman
hood from you. You will lose all pow
er of discrimination and the thwarting
of every slight desire will breed dis
pair. Hold up your chin. All must
suffer and regret. Save your pity for
others.
When we get puffed up with prido
and prosperity and point to the Mor
gans and Rockefellers and the otheil
kings of finance and trade ; when w < i
change the cry of "millions" to "bil
lions" and feel that we are really po
erf ul , Mother Nature steps in and taked
the conceit out of humanity. Johri
Henry , of Carnegie , Pa. , was struck
by a train and mangled. He was rich ;
Just before the accident he was ond
of the big men of the town. After
it he was a dying man , poorer than thd
laborer who helped carry his body to
an ambulance. "I'll pay $100,000 td
anyone who can save my life , " he said.
And then he died , for when the time
conies a million and a penny are thd
same. You can't bribe nature. , Toh : (
D. Rockefeller gave his heart to hii :
baby grandson for a pjaything. H
didn't smile when his Standard OiJ
dividends reached $20,000,000 in a sin-
gle year. He laughed joyously when
baby arms were clasped about his necl
and he realized what a glorious thin.'j
the love of a child really is. The baby
died. The old man was ready to flinjj
millions into the hands of science ; offerf
a king's ransom to destiny just to keep
the light burning in a pair of blue eyes.
The baby died. Charles Rouss , of New
York , offered $1,000,000 for the return
of sight to his Dlind eyes. He died in
the darkness , rich in the things he
cared little for and destitute in the one
thing he wanted. So let's mix prids I
with humility. As Dooley has said iij
liis article on "Progress. " we put UR
skyscrapiug buildings , but we do no (
build skyscrapiug men. The power of
wealth and man's achievements ard
anly big when viewed apart from the
[ > ower that rules the world. The pos
session of money is only a temporary
and limited privilege.
Neptune Perhaps.
One of his Majesty's ships recently
collided with another while'clearing
out of Portsmouth docks and had hei |
bowsprit carried away.
According to the Tatler , the captain '
promptly reported the disaster to tha
admiralty in a dispatch as follows
"My Lords : I regret to have to Infornj
your lordships that his Majesty's ship
, while leaving the harbor , cam *
into collision with another vessel , and
her bowsprit has been carried away. "
Promptly came an admiralty wire in
reply : "Report who carried away bow-
sprit and where it has been placed. "
London Express.
They Looked Cheap.
Nell I stopped in at a bargain sale )
to-day.
Belle Did you see anything tbaJ
looked real cheap ?
Nell Yes ; several men waiting fc3
their wives. Philadelphia Ledger.
Polo Goes Back to B. C. Days.
Polo is probably the oldest of atfc
letic sports. It has been traced tr
600 B. C.
Every one has to repeat a thing &
number of times before his listener !
hear what he says , and the fault Is not
altogether In his listener's ears , either
SILK MADE BY CHEMISTRY.
science Has Found c. Way to Create
the Favorite Fabric.
Synthetics loom large even now , al-
ihough it Is true that attention has
chiefly been turned to the synthesis of
Irugs. But there is no reason why
* qual success should not attend the
efforts of the chemist to build up ar-
; icles of food , drink and clothing from
; heir elements In the same way as
acre chemical compounds have been
. onstructed. It is only a question of
the growth of knowledge of the con
stitution of matters. Already the syn
thesis of many articles of common
Jaily occurrence has been effected. The
iniline coloring matters are practically
synthetics ; indigo and madder are com
mon products ef the laboratory , and
sugar and alcohol may be prepared
from the elements which compose
them.
The latest achievement of the build-
.ng chemist appears to be the artificial
production of at any rate the most im
portant constituent of silk. Chemists
nave long known that the chief con
stituent of silk insects' cocoons and
spiders' threads is an insoluble pro-
teidbehaving very much in the saim-
way as proteids in general , of which
flic albumins are types. Mulberry silk
in particular consists of over TO per
cent of a proteid substance termed
fibroin , associated with 22 per cent of
a yellowish transparent substance re
sembling gelatine in composition and
character and known as sericin. These
two albuminous substances occur in
Bilk with about 3 per cent of wax and
1 per cent of mineral matter. It is
fiericin , however , or rather its deriv
ative by hydrolysis , serine , which has
been successfully synthesized , and in
asmuch as silk owes its peculiar and
delightful character largely to this
lUibstancc , there is no doubt that an
Important step toward the artificial
manufacture of silk has been made.
Day by day synthetics arc forcing
themselves upon our notice and are
threatening to take a place somewhere
or other in man's ordinary routine. The
question has still to be settled whether
a synthetically or artificially prepared
substance that is , one which is iden
tical as far as can be judged with the
aatural product gives precisely the
same satisfactory results. Most people ,
we are sure , will confess so far to a
sneaking preference for the thing
which nature takes time to elaborate
rather than for the product conjured
up , so to speak , In a few hours in the
laboratory. But already it is getting
difficult in seme directions to obtain
the natural article. It is so , at any
rate , with indigo , and it is just possible
that in the near future it will be no
uncommon experience to hear in the
shops a customer precise in his de
mand * for either the synthetic or nat
ural article in accordance with hi ?
choice.
THE BICYCLE FAD.
Some Regrets Over the Fact that II
Has Vanished.
The reorganization of the bicycle
trust upon a conservative basis is de
elared by a financial writer to mark the
evolution of the bicycle business from
the fad state into a seady , legitimate
enterprise. That is measurably true
inore's the pity.
When the bicycling fad was at its
height hundreds of thousands of peo
ple took healthful and agreeable exer
cise daily. When the fad waned theso
people ceased to take exercise. Nowa-
3ays the bicycle , with few exceptions
is used in a business way. People rid *
it to and from their work to save car
fare. Bill collectors use it in their busi
ness. So do book agents and solicitors
Children are now about the only people
who ride for the mere pleasure of rid-
jig. That is to be regretted.
Never has there been another form of
exercise which was available to so
jiany people. The bicycle required no
Athletic training. A child or an octo-
jenarian could ride. Women found the
ivheel easy to learn and easy to ride.
Bicycling , like golf , brought peoplo
Into the open air , but , unlike golf , it re-
liuired no especial tract of ground foi
Its exercise. Any fairly good roaS was
he sole requisite. The whole continen1
, ay open to the adventurous cycler. The
cvheelmen and wheelwomen of 1893-95
the period of the greatest bicych
Doom saw more of the country in the
ricinity of their homes than they evei
saw before or will ever see again. The
Dicycle was a topographical educator.
The bicycle , in short , fulfilled two of
: he three traditional desiderata. It
raade people healthy and it made them
tvise. It made some people wealthy ,
: oo. ( These , however , were the people
tvho manufactured bicycles , rather
: han those who rode them. ) It was .1
"ad which conduced to the happiness
ind physical well-being of the popula-
: ion , and its disapeparance is occasion
[ or regret. There is nothing in sight to
: ake its place.
Clover in New Zealand.
Red clover could not be successfully
jrown in New Zealand until bumble
bees were imported and acclimated ,
rhese insects by fertilizing the flowers
; hrough moving from one to another
lave changed the island from an an-
lual importer of red clover seed to a
arge and increasing producer and ex
porter , thus opening a new and valua
ble source of wealth to the colony.
Saltiness.
"Some day you'll discover , " said Miss
Severe , reprovingly , "that this seaside
lirtation of yours is not all sweet-
less. "
"I've discovered it already , " replied
Hiss Pert. "You'd be surprised how
talty the sea breeze made George's
nustache last evening. " Catholic
Standard and Times.
A loafer always says that a hard
working man enjoys Industry.
I've be'n countln' up my blessin's , I've be'n
suminin' up my woes
But I ain't got th' conclusion sum would
nat'rally suppose.
Why I quit a couutin' troubles 'fore I had
half a score ,
While th 'more I count my blessin's I keep
flndiu' more an' more.
There's been things that wa'n't exactly as
I thought they'd ought t * be ,
And I've often growled at Providence fer
not a pettin" me ;
But I hadn't stopped t' reckon what th'
other side had be'n ,
So I guess it wa'n't correct , the way I cal-
kerlated then.
Fer there's be'n a gift o' sunshine after
every shower o' tears ,
And I've found a load o' laughter scattered
all along th' years ,
If th' thorns have pricked me sometimes ,
I've good reasons to suppose
Love has hid "ein often from ine 'neath the
rapture of th' rose.
So I'm goin' t * still be thankful fer th' sun
shine and th' rain ,
Fer th' joy that's made me happy ; fer th'
purgiu' done by pain ;
Fer th' love of little childien ; fer the friends
thet have be'n true ;
Fer th' guidiu' Hand that's led me ev'ry
thrent'iiiif danger through.
I'm rejoicin' in th' mercy that can take my
sins away ,
In th' Love that gives me courage In th'
thickest of the fray.
I am thankful fer th' goodness that from
heaven follers me
O ! how happy and how thankful I forever
ought t' be.
So jest let us count our blessin's as we're
joupiicyin' along ,
Then we'll find less time fer growlin' , and
more fer mirth and song
When you lift your eyes t' heaven earthly
shadows llee away-
Let us learn this lovin' lesson as we keep
Thanksgivin * Day.
Ram's Horn.
O SENIOR WESTLAKE'S
THANKSGIVING.
BY 1 EON E. DANIELS.
BOUT Wentworth Institute all
was quiet. The dull November
morning had worn well on toward
the noon hour , yet no one was stirring ,
and a vacation like stillness pervaded the
air.
air."It's
"It's strangely quiet here this morn
ing , " said Harold Westlake to himself ,
as he strolled down the path toward the
city. "I wonder if I'm the only man
up. " He looked at his watch ; it was a
quarter of ten. "Well , I suppose u-ost
of the fellows have gone home for
Thanksgiving ; that accounts for it. "
There was a look of unwonted medita-
ing before , fully expecting to receive a
letter in the well-known handwriting ,
but none bad come.
Assuredly something had happened to
change Helen's feelings toward him , but
try as he might , no satisfactory explana
tion presented itself.
Westlake , however , was not one to give
way to despondency. He had had many
disappointments in his college course and
had learned to bear them philosophically.
He walked briskly down the frozen path ,
struck the sidewalk and turned into the
long , elm guarded street. The air was
lold and exhilarating , and he forgot his
perplexities for the moment in a new
feelingof strength and life.
The streets were well nigh deserted.
. The market windows whose Thanksgiv
ing wares had been so temptingly dis
played the afternoon before were now
nearly empty. Only a few underfed spe
cimens of poultry remained exposed to
the gaze of possible purchasers , objects
of keen envy , nevertheless , to a group of
street urchins whose patched trousers
and ragged caps spoke too plainly of a
' dinnerless Thanksgiving. The sight gave
j Westlake a suggestion ; why not treat one
of these unfortunates to a good meal ?
As he turned a street corner one of
the youngsters overtook him. It was the
oldest son of his washwoman. Harold
had often seen him and had once visited
his home on the outskirts of the city.
"Here's my opportunity , " he thought ,
as he greeted the boy.
The lad was drawing a small express
wagon loaded with a large bundle of
washing. The student's quick eye took
in the stiuation at a glance. The big
load at which the boy tugged and strain
ed at every curbing , his own pale ftice
and thinly clothed form told clearly of
his home life , of his widowed , hard-work
ing mother , and of the little , hungry
mouths to whom Thanksgiving would be
a day , like all other days , of deprivation.
In his hasty survey of the boy's ! oad ,
Westlake had caught sight of a piece of
crumpled paper in one corner of the wag
on , evidently a waste bit escaped from
the linen. Picking it up half uncon
sciously , he began to unfold it. It was
in a feminine hand a hand that struck
him at once as being familiar , and each
line was crossed by a heavy pen stroke
straight across the paper. Glancing at
the heading , he saw his own name. Then
the truth flashed upon him ; it was
Helen's writing. Making out with some
difiiculty the scored lines , he read as
follows :
"My Dear Harold Dinner will be serv
ed at half-past five to-morrow afternoon ,
and we wish you to be with us as usual.
If this conflicts with some previous en
gagement , please don't let it interfere.
Perhaps your new found friend will ex
pect "
Here the note ended.
"So the invitation's cancelled. " thought
Westlake. "What does she mean by my
new found friend , I wonder ? " He fold
ed the note carefully , and placed it in
his pocket. "Fred , " said he , turning to
the lad at his side , whose attention dur-
four flights of stairs by the wash-woman ,
looking ° * ? ° f
tired
herself , a pale ,
forty or thereabouts , who thanked West-
lake with full eyes.
The student hesitated before accepting
her invitation to dinner , but thinking that
he might be of service in amusing the
children , he consented to stay. He fonna
plenty to do. The junior Hawkimr , frail ,
half starved little fellows as they were ,
seemed to be endowed with a fall sense
of their dnties as hosts , and proceeded
to entertain the strange visitor in a man
ner which left him little time to think
of anything save the art of self-defense.
Andy , the wide-awake 4-year-old , report
ed the progress of the dinner to the oth
ers at frequent intervals , taking hasty
trips to the kitchen for that purpose.
The eagerly awaited moment came at
last. Dinner was 'ready , and such a
dinner as the children made of it ! It
was well worth the cost , Westlake
thought , to see them eat and watch the
pleased look on the mother's face. How
the turkey disappeared ! It was turkey
for relish , turkey for entree , tnrkey for
dessert. Sorely no one bird ever before
did such signal service to humanity !
Amid the clatter of the meal a low rap
at the outer door was unnoticed. A
louder knock brought Mrs. Hawkins to
her feet. Her face showed plainly that
the visitor was not unexpected. West-
lake was helping the boy nearest him to
a fourth slice of turkey , and looked up
just as the new comer entered the room.
His knife nearly dropped from his hands.
There before him stood Helen Merri-
vale , surveying the group with a wonder
equal to his own. A basket which ? he
carried on her arm indicated that she ,
too , had come on a mission of charity.
"This is indeed a surprise , Mr. West-
lake , " she said , after she had regained '
her composure. "I'm afraid my jonrney
has been in vain , " she added , with a - ,
smile , glancing at the swiftly disappear
ing viands.
"Not as far as I am concerned , " said
Westlake , meaningly , and Helen blushed.
At Mrs. Hawkins * earnest invitation.
Miss Merivale consented to drink a cnp
of coffee after her long walk. West-
lake made several unsuccessful attempts
to catch her eye. Was she really offenil-
ed or hurt , or was it all a mistake ? The-
question was soon to have a reply. Fred
felt it his duty to converse with the-
guests.
"That was a pretty girl I saw yon with
the other day , Mrs. Westlake , " he saidr
with an air borrowed from the students
he admired at a distance.
"Yes ; my sister is considered very pret
ty , " responded Westlake. He looked
full at Helen. "Dora paid me only a
flying visit , or I should have asked per
mission to present her to your parents
and you , Miss Merivale. "
Helen merely bowed in assent ; her color
had deepened , as if with shame , ancl
Westlake thought he understood mat
ters.
ters.They
They left the house together soon af
terward , and on their way to the city
Westlake drew the crumpled note from
DON'T WAKE HIM UP !
'
I 1
'Rastus I knows I'se dreamiu' , but I hopes nobody'il wake me up till I geas one of dem gobbleral
tion on Wcstlake's face as he walked
down the path. His step , habitually
buoyant , was like that of a man who is
pondering some knotty problem. He was
a tall , large framed , athletic looking fel
low. His college training had not made
him pale or round shouldered a char
acteristic of most collegians in those early
days and he flattered himself that with
all his proficiency in what his practical
father called "your Greek and Latin
rubbish , " he could still prove to the rug
ged farmer his ability to hold a plow or
pitch hay with the best of his old Elm-
fleld companions whose education had r.ot
been over emphasized.
As he turned a corner of the path his
eye was attracted to the college poplar
which stood near the walk , and now en
veloped in a momentary outburst of sun
shine. It had long been a custom at the
Institute for every freshman to cut bis
initials on the tree trunk , and high tip
from its base the smooth barkwas closely
covered with monograms , the lower ones
now almost obliterated by the growth of
the tree. Near the top of the list West-
hike saw his own , "H. R. W. 37. " A
Senior yes , unreal as it seemed , three
years had passed since he had carved
those letters , and as he looked back over
them , the happy occasions which other
Thanksgiving Days had been to him come
to mind the glad welcome to the Meri-
vales' pleasant home , the old-fashioned
Thanksgiving dinner , the after dinner
chat in the cosy parlor , and , as twilight
came on. the singing of some familiar air ,
or a rollicking college song in which voice
and piano seemed to blend far more
sweetly than anywhere else. But this
was no more to be. He might as well
give up all hope of passing the day in
the old way , he said to himself , as he
pushed his hands down deeper into his
pockets.
What had he done to vex ilelen saucy
Helen , with the softest and merriest of
brown eyes , and cheeks whkh ! the fun
and air had painted ?
Every year of his college life thus far
he had never failed to receive an invita
tion to spend Thanksgiving at her par
ents' house , and he had never failed to
accept it. He recalled how eagerly he
had awaited the postman's rap the even
ing the reading of the note had been di
vided between his wagon and the shop
windows , "take home your washing ard
bring your wagon back as soon as you
can. "
The lad , his big blue eyes expressing
his "wonder more plainly than words ,
quickened his pace and disappeared , lit
tle guessing to what purpose the wagon
was to be put. Westlake , in the mean
time , strolled up and down the sidewalk ,
judging with the practiced eye of a farm
er's Kon the poultry and vegetables in the
provisioners'windows. . He had hardly
finished his tour of inspection , and select
ed as good a variety as the lateness of
the season afforded , when Fred reap
peared.
By means of a few questions tactfully
put , Westlake soon had a fairly correct
idea of the condition of the Hawkins *
larder , together with the individual lik
ings of the little Hawkinses. Ere the
steeple clock hard by had struck eleven ,
the strangely assorted couple were mak
ing their way toward Asylum lane. The
axles of the little express wagon fairly
creaked with the weight of the boxes
and bundles entrusted to it.
Their very appearance was a paradise
of anticipation to Fred. One of the pack
ages , from which a pair of claws pro
truded , could contain nothing loss than
a turkey ; there were potatoes and tur
nips , beets and celery , onions and sage ,
assorted cakes and crackers , and in the
end of the wagon sundry brown paper
bags which the boy's imagination fondly
pictured as containing candies ( some
chocolates , he hoped ) , nuts , bananas , or
anges , popcorn , figs , and perhaps .some
chewing cum. What a glorious dinner !
The heart of the college man , itself
youthful , beat with pleasure at the boy's
delight , and the long expected dinner at
the Merivales , even Helen henself , was
for the moment forgotten.
Several other persons , bent on like er
rands of charity , were met with in the
crowded city quarters , and Westlake
began to feel himself quite a philanthrop
ist. The ferfng increased as they stop
ped before a Immense wooden tenement
house , andrwe ushered Into the dark ,
ill smelling hill. Laden with the bun
dles , they were greeted at the top * t
his pocket and handed
it to his com
panion.
"I believe this is Helen "
yours , , he
said.
She recognized it at a glance.
"Oh , Harold , can yon ever forgive me ? "
she exclaimed. "If I had only known it
was your sister ! I saw you on the street
together , and you were so far away that
I did not recognize her. Then I thought
you might wish to spend tie day with
your new friend , and I would not
the invitation. "
"Is it still cancelled ? " asked Westlake ,
playfully holding the scored lines up be
fore her.
"Only the last sentence , " was the reply.
A Thanksgiving Benefactor.
"A burglar carried off one of our tur
keys. "
"You don't say so ? "
"Yes ; and he left a note saying that
he left us the other so we would have
something to be thankful for. " Detroit
Free Press.
What theVishbone Said.
I cannot , cannot thankful be-
Don't ask me to , I beg. '
Thanksgiving never comes bat. see
Some fellow pnlls my leg. '
Gathered Them In.
"We gave a waifs' dinner Thanksgiv
ing day. "
"A waifs' dinner ? "
"Yes ; to five old maids and five old
bachelors. " Chicago Record.
Generous Living.
The truly generous fe the truly wise
And he who loves not others , lives unblest.
Home.
Needs Another Gnesa.
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