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'V rsss ..' 1 The Ward of A Romance of the By OTTILIE A. LIUENCRAN7Z, Copyricht, ln. by A- CHAPTER XXV. Continued- "Be i.ot vexed, honey, but in truth he is overcome by the oddest look whensopver he watches you without your seeing as though he were not sure of you, in some way, and yet h. I cannot explain it! Only tell j hi this doe? he not ask you, many i times and oft, if you love him, or if others love you. or Mich like?" In the midst of shaking her Tiead, Raucalin paused and her mouth be- i formerly served :.er has gotten him caiueasroundas her eyes. "Foolishly I self Killed in son e way and the man do I xocall it! As if he. would! And , who stepped into his shoes, out of vei Dearwyn, he has asked me four , some spite, has refused Teboen's gold, times if any Danes visit us here. And as for her object I wonder at Would you think that he rnnlri h" i voti. lord of mv heart! What kind of ,. Jealous?" Dearwyn dropped her flowers o clap her hands softly. "Tata. I have guessed his distemper rightly. Let no one say that I am not a witch for cleverness!" A while they nestled together with out speaking, the little maid's cheek testing lovingly on her friend's dark hair. it was a page thrusting aside the snas that broke the spell. Opening his mouth to make a flourishing an fluiii f'nifiit, the words were checked mi his tongue- by four white hands nio tionirg stem commands for silence. "It is the King's Marshal," he framed w ith protesting lips. But even that failed to gain him admittance. As she tripped after him down the crrridor. a little frown was forming between Handalin's brows. i think it is not well-mannered of the fellow to say 'the King's -Marshal' as though my lord were Canute's thane." she na- rvJlecting. "and I shall put an end to it. Whatever others say. one iieer needs to tell me that Sebert is rot suffering in his service." With this thought in her mind, she rai.-ed the moth-eaten tapestry and wid looking at him with a face full ot geneious indignation. As he turned g! at the end of tne beat he was pacing "Do you wear bracelets for rings, my fair, or what? WHAT?" and eame slowly toward her, she coulu j rnconsriouslj. the yours soldier's see ti'at in its gravity in lace was as soldier-like as his clothes. "Kaudalin!" he cried joyously, and made a step toward her. then stopped to lanUi in gay wonder. "Now o poet would call you 'a weaver of peace as yon stand there, for yon look rather like an elf of battle. What is jt. my raven?" Her lips smiled back at him. but a mist was over her eyes. "It is your King tJi.li I am angry with, lord. He is not worthy that a man like you s-hould serve him." Moving toward her again, he held himself a little straighter. "I serve not '.he King, dear heart." he said gei.tl. "but the State of England, in whose service the highest is none too good to bend." She yielded him her hands, but not her point. "That does not change the fact 'hat it is his overbearingness which makes jour path as though you tn.d on nettles, for certainly I know it :s so. though you will not say it!" V5ther would he admit it now. b it laughed lightly as he drew her to him. "Now may he not give me thorns who gives me also the sweet est rose in his kingdom? I tell jou he is the kingliest king ever I had to deal with, and the chief 1 would soon est trust England to. Be no Danish lebel. shield-maiden, or as the Kings otlic-er I will mulct your lips for every word of treason." She showed no rebellion against hi authority, at all events; and her hands, remained in his clasp until of his own accord he opened his fingers -Ilo 'on wear bracelets ior rings, j n.y fair, or what? WHAT!" From the monstrous bauble in his palm, he raised his eyes to hers, and if rhe had M'.m their look she might have an swered differently. But her gaze was Ftl! on the rinu; and as she felt hir.t rtart. that impish dimple peeped out ui her cheek. "Is it not a handsome thing?" she said. "It looks to be a ring to belong t a g'ant." "Is it Rothgar's?" The dimple deepened as she heard l.i? tone. She was obliged to droop ' her lashes very low to hide the mis chief in her eyes. "It is not his now." she murmured. "It has been given to 11 - to keep me in mind of some thing. But after that her amusement n w too st.ong to be repressed, and she looked up at him with over-brim-n.fnt. laughter. Even as his face was clearing, something in it struck her eo stiangely that her laughter died and she bent toward him in sudden gravity. "Lord! Is it possible for you to believe that I could love Roth- For a while he only looked at ner. that strange radiance growing in his face: but suddenly he caught her to him and kissed her so passionately that he hurt her, and his voice was as passionate as his caress. "Xo." he told her over and over. "Would I have offered you my love had I be lieved that? Xo! " No!" Satisfied, she made no more resist ance, but clung to him with her arms as she had clung to him with her heart since tne first hour h. came into her life. Only, when at last he released her, she took the ring from her finger and thrust it into' his hand with a little gesture of distaste. "I shall be thankful if I do not have to see it again. -It is Elfgiva's, that Ca nute gave her after he had won "it from Rothgar in some wager. It is ter wish that you bring it to the King 'again by slipping it into his broth or his wine where ne will come upon it after he has finished feeding and is therefore. amiable-" -" - - King Canute Danish Conquest. aether ef The Thrall tf Lief the Lucky. C McCMTRG &. CO. , But it was on'y very faintly that he smiled at her fooling, as he held ' the spiral against the light and shook it beside his ear "Is there no more to the message." he said slowly. "Am I to know nothing of her object? Or why I am chosen of ail others?" "Easy is it to t.jll that." she laughed "You were not chosen without a rea- J son. and that is necuuse no one else is to be had, sirce the scullion who I . r . a lover are you that you cannot guess that? It is a love token! To hold him to the fair promises he made at its giving, and to remind him ot her. and to win her a crown, and to do many strange wonders that no ton gue can number them!" To her surpriaf. his gravity deep ened almost to horror. "Love-token!" he repeated; and suddenly he laid his hands on her shoulders and forced her gentlj to give him eye for eje. "Ran dalin. if I complj with ou in this mat ter, will ou ans.ver me a ouestion? Answer with mi eh care as though your I fe nay. c-. though my life de pended on it?' ' "Willingly; more 'than one," she consented; but forgot to wait for it as a memorj. wakened by his words, stirred in her. "Now i the time tor me to remember that there is one thing 1 have not bepn altogether truth ful about, through forgetting about the Danes we have seen. I recall now that last winter Teboen often saw one when she was gathering herbs in the wood. She sjkiI.c with him of the magic things she brews to make Elf giva sleep, and he gave her herbs which she thought so useful that she has been fretful because she has net ' ieen him since " minus tightened on nor shoulders Un til she winced. "You know with cer taintj that she has never seen him since-?' he demanded "that Danes had naught to do with the last token hlfgha sent through the scullion? You can swear to it?" "Certainly, if they speak the truth. I know it." she answered, wondering ly. "How should Danes why, Sebert. what ails you?" For he had let go her shoulders as abruptly as he had seized them, and walked away to the window that look ed out upon the rain-washed garden After a moment's hesitation, she stole after him. "Sebert, my love, what is it? Trouble is in your mind, there is little use to deny it." Even while his lips admitted a trou ble, his manner put it aside. "You are right that it concerns the King, my elf. Sometimes the work h.? as signs me is neither easy nor pleasant to accomplish. Yet without any blame to him, most warlike maiden, for' But she would not be prevented fiom saying stern things to her toyal guardian, so at last he let her tinish nie .suujeci. anu stoou pressing: hands upon his breast, his eyes ner e-t- nig dreamily on her face. When she had finished, he said slowly. "Sweeting, because my mind is lalkiring under so many burdens that my wits are even, duller than they were wont, will you not have the patiei.ee to answer one question that is not clear to me? Do you think it troublesome to tell me wh it was La: ;oI Paid- lhat 'lay ' the sarde. . -Now shake off that look, denr est: neer will we speak of it again if it is not your wish! Tell me v. hat you meant b saying that you cat .t into Canute's camp because you had too much faith in Rothgar. :f 7011 de spise him cilice you despise him so " Her ees met his wonderingly. "'B no means could I have said that, loid When I lett home. 1 knew not ;ha Rothgar lived. The one in whom l had too much faith was the King Because I was young and littlp exper" enced, I thought him a god; and when I came to his camp and found him a man. I thought only to escape from him. That was why I wore these clothes. Sebert not because I liked ; so wild a life. 3 hat is clear to jou, is I it not?" I He did not appear to hear her 'ast I words at all. He was repeating over 1 and over. "The King, the King!" Sud j denly he said, "Then I got that right. j that it was he who summoned me to Gloucester to make sure that jou hr. kept your secret from me also? tha he was angry with ycu for deceiving him?" "Yes." she said. But as he opene! h!s lips to put another question, she laid her finger-tip beseechingly upon them. "Sebert. my love. I beg of you let us talk no more of those days Even yet I do not like the thought of The 'sun-browned boy-bred wench.' " S"ie laughed a little unsteadily at the suoden crimsoning of his face. "And I am still ashamed and ashamed of being ashamed that I showed jou ( so plainly what my heart held for you . . . tlfgivas tongue has stabbed me sore. . . . Beloved, can you not be con tent, for now, with knowing that 1 have loved no man before you and shall love .nene after you?' Bending, he kissed her lips with the utmost .Eederness. "I 'am well con tent." he said. And after that they spoke only of the future, when- the first period of h:s MarshaJship should be' over and he should be free to Lake his bride back to the fields end woods of Ivarsdale, and the gray old Tower on the hilL CHAPTER XXVL When the King Takes a Queen. Out under the garden's spreading fruit trees, the little gentlewomen of E'fgiva's household were amusing themselves with the flock of peacocks that were the Abbey's pets. The old cellarer, to whose care the birds fell except during those hours when the brethren were free from such indulg ences, patched the scene in grinning delight; and Leonorine laughed gaily at them over the armful of tiny bob bing lap-dogs, whose valiant charges she was engaged in restraining. The only person who seemed out of tune with the chiming mirth was the Lady Elfgiva herself. "Will you not observe my feelings, if you have none of your own?" she demanded. "Dearwyn, lay aside your nonsense and go ask Gurth if he has heard anything yet of Tebeen." The dull red that mottled her face and neck was a danger signal whose warning her attendants had learned to heed, and they scattered precipi tately. Only the old cellarer, herding his gorgeous flock with waving arms, ventured to address her. "Is it the British woman you are in quiring after, lady? The woman who comes to the lane-gate, of a morning, to get new milk for your drinking?" (To be continued.) HAD HEARD OF HIM. Name Brought Recollections of Good Book to Grinning Youth. "Because my name is Lord I fre quently have not a few funny exper iences," said J. G. Lord of Muncie, Ind. One of the most amusing inci dents I ever had by leason of my name happened while 1 was driving from town to town in Colorado. While on the road one day, driving vers slowly, for I had plenty of ume. 1 chanced to notice by the roadside a young fellow about 16 years old. dressed in as ragged a fashion as any one j on could ever conceive of. He had on a pair of his father's worn out trousers, which Aveie cut of at the bottom, and which extended far up on his body, almost to his shoul ders. More as a matter of personal rmusement than for any other reason I asked him how far it was to the next town. " 'Bout six miles, reckon,' he re plied. "I reigned up my horse. " "Do you have any fun out here? I asked. "'Yep; heap.' " 'What is your name?' I asked him. him. 'Willie,' he replied: 'Willie Hawks.' "I started to drive on, but he called after me, asking me to stop. " "Say, mister.' he said, 'and what mout your name be?' "Lord," I answered; 'Mr. Lord.' "And then he grinned. He grinned all the way to the armholes of his father's pants. " 'Why'd you smile?' I asked. 'Have vou ever heard of me?' " "Sure; I've heard pop read of yer in that good book; but I never saw yer afore." "And he continued to grin as I drove on." Louisville Herald. BETRAYED BY HER FEET. Disobedient Patient Was Not Shrewd ISicugh to Deceive Doctor. The patient was feeling so much better that she insisted on rising with the family and dressing. After break fast hr daughter declared that she i must undress and get into bed, as the doctor had ordered that she stay in ' bed three or four days. ' "There! I see the doctor's carriage ' coining now. mother," she exclaimed. ( "Undress as quickly as you can and I'll keep the doctor talking until you are ready. The mother hurried into the bed room and the daughter went to the door. For a few minutes the daugh ter exerted herself to entertain the physician, and then her mother called out: "I'm ready to see Dr. Blank now. '. ' The doctor gravely took the wom an's pulse, listened to her breathing, did various other wise things, and then said: "I should like to examine your feet, ilr. A., to see if they are swollen." The patient gasped. "Oh. I don't think it's necessary," he said. "But I assure you it is," said the physician gravely. Then the patient began to giggle. "Good gracious. Doctor!" she said. "I have my shoes and stockings on." Ami then she explained that she had only gone to bed when she saw him coming and had not stopped to take off her stockings and shoes. The Kind Archbishop. Archbishop Ryan and Cardinal Gib bons were walking down the beach at Cape May one day, prepared for their morning dip. The cardinal, clad in sexless flapping flannel garments, with a woman's bathing hat tied un der his chin to keep out the glare, was leaning on the arm of his com panion, who was helping him careful ly over the hummocks of sand. Just then they were spied by two women who were strolling along the board walkone a stout, rosy soul, hailing unmistakably from the neighborhood of Cork; the cither, from her kindly but somewhat severe expression, marked as a good Xorth of Ireland Protestant. "There's our archbishop. God bless him!" said the South of Ireland wom an. "He's a fine man, entirely. Sure, he's the good friend to the poor!" "Yes," agreed the other, with the air of giving the devil his due. "and will ye see what care he takes of his little ould wife " Aftermath of Strike. Xow that the strike is over in the Omaha packing houses the Japanese strikebreakers are having a hard time. The white workmen will not let them live in the town, and so they are housed in the packing buildings. The managers of the plants say they are too good workmen to -let gc. Sure Thing. Managing Editor Here it is almost midnight, and you haven't sent up a front page leader. Xight Editor Nothing important enough has come in yet. so I'm wait ing' for a big train wreck story. There's sure to be one before long. Cincinnati Commercial-Tribune. ' About It "It is better to be born lucky than rich," remarked the man with the quo tation habit. "Don't you believe it," rejoined the contrary person. . "If a -man is born rich he doesn't have to worry about lUCki" ., ,-3 .. .'1 -Ijc! -j. t FIRED" ON Edwin Entwistle, Who Ran on the "Rocket" Seventy-three Year Ago, Still Alive ' lW'O1 af-lAH ' l 1 llsesl i FBHHhLB9HpBM'-1''(! 2Hte -yy-- - st MbbHbbbV-V bMbbK lwEf'l A model of the famous Rocket, the first engine to draw a passenger train, stands in the Transportation building of the St. Louis exposition, and Edwin Entwistle. the man who acted as flre T:an on the epoch-marking day seventy-three years ago. when the first passenger train in the world left Man chester for Liverpool, lives in an hum ble cottage in East Des Moines; and when he thinks of his inability to visit the exposition and see the Rock et model, tears come to his eyes and course down his cheeks. "I'd give anything I possess just to see and handle it again," the aged man said recently, as he told the story of that memorable trip. "But I'm old now and feeble. I'm not the lad I was when George Stephenson gave me a word of cheer and I climb ed into the Rocket and we started on our trip." Edwin Entwistle was a lad of 16 when the trip was made. He was recommended to Stephenson by the Duke of Bridgewater. whose steward declared that Entwistle was the best mechanic in his shops. It was in September. 1S31, that the Rocket made its trip. Stephenson had triumphed over many difficulties and the test was to be made. He had completed his plans, obtained a char ter for the railroad -between Liver pool and Manchester, and laid bis track. Stephenson had one strong friend, the Duke of Newcastle. When he heard that Stephenson was to appear before the committee the duke "bade him be careful of his answers, lest the. committee refuse the charter. "George heeded well the instruc tions of the duke," said Mr. Entwis- WWWN A Trimmer. During the American Bar associa tion's convention in St. Louis Presi dent James Hagerman talked one afternoon about trimmers. "The trimmer," he said, "would be all right, perhaps, did he not always trim too much. I have never seen a trimmer jet who did not remind me greatly of old John Thompson of Clairmont. "Thompson of Clairmont, had trim med so excessively all his life long that he had never accomplished any thing. He had never dared to do a positive and downright deed. Finally he came to die, and the minister call ed on him. "The minister and Thompson talked together a long time. At the end the minister said: " 'Xow, John, do you renounce the devil and all his works?' "'Oh, sir,' said Thompson, weakly, 'don't ask me that. 1 am going into a strange country and I don't want tr make myself enemies." " Courage the Enemy of Disease. The way to avoid contagion is to keep the mind pure and sweet, having due regard also for the body. Culti vate optimism and hopefulness and avoid gloomy thoughts and forebod ings. Seek the society of those who are buoyant and helpful and if at any time you are overtaken with the real ization that your lot is not what it should be, think of the condition of many who are not so fortunate as yourself, who are suffering from ac tual want. .The woman who would avoid mi crobes will not fear them, says a J writer-in Madame. Courage and the consciousness of right-living and high thinking are the enemies of disease. Congregation vs. Choir. Crowds attend the Church of St. Aldan's, Boston. England; every Sun day, to hear a musical contest ' be tween congregation and choir, the for mer insisting on singing against the wishes of the latter and the organist. Tne congregation usually succeeds in drowning out the choir and organ, fin ishing rather hoarse, however. I 111 ill THE FIRST ii? . .We ., &- KlOb v i SImSi WW xSS&r v&m WW F wLtoAW "It IIS ImntrmSJsiEtSr --m oil IIS 4ClftuiTV3i9Hrm &2$ oil WW ''-IMbkKBSzmB M v ZEBBBBbJKSBNS III k. 'jBKf&Em cKe&W III Bor-rv tie. "The committee asked him all sorts of questions, but the answers were always cautious and hard-headed. In particular they tried 10 find out what the capacity of the train was to be in the way of speed and the handling of freight. " 'It will travel fast enough and pull freight enough.' answered Stephen son, 'to pay the interest on the money invested.' 'That was all they got out of him. but the charter was granted. Work was begun on the road at once, but there were ten miles that were a bog. and gravel and dirt had to be hauled in. so that it was four years before the rails could be laid. "When the. track was completed and Stephenson was ready to enter the competition he was without a fireman. He applied to the Duke of Bridgewater and was sent by the lat ter to his machine shops. Here Ste phenson repeated his request to the toreman or the shop. The latter re plied: " 'I haven't a man to send, but that lad will serve your purpose, if you care to take him, and get an order from the steward.' "The order- from the steward was not long in coming, and Edward Ent wistle. then a machinist's apprentice, went on the Rocket. Stephenson took Entwistle out the following Sunday to let him try his hand at the throttle. They ran the engine down to the bog. a distance of fifteen miles, and return. Stephenson was more than pleased. The next day was the day for the competition. Ent wistle, speaking of the trip, said: "1 don't remember much about the weather. All the days in England are pretty much the same, and along the seacoast there is always more or less of a fog. The thirty-one miles were AWV Dangerous Gift6. To possess a sprig of edelweiss is considered by Swiss maidens a proof of the devotion of their lovers. The reason is that the plant is said to grow only at the snow-line, and in gen erally inaccessible places. Recently several lives have been lost in the Al pine districts. And yet this plant re quires no such freezing atmosphere as the Alpine snow-line in which to grow and flourish. It is a hardy plant of the daisy or composite order, and though delicate and tragile, blooms in poor soil, especially liking rocks ex posed to the full mid-day sun. In any London garden it could flourish, spreading out its downy leaves end stem and its pretty bloom surrounded by white velvety leaves. But bo great was the desire to possess it that in several of the Swiss cantons there are strict laws against plucking it, and some of the Alpine clubs have a se ries of fines for those who transgress. But the difficulty of procuring it only maks some people more determined to obtain it; hence disastrous results. Use for Automobile. Belgium is getting up an antarctic expedition with Dr. Henryk Arktow-fki as a member of it. Dr. Arktowski thinks an automobile can be worked into the scheme. The machine would have" to be built very strongly, and on a special model, to take apart when necessary, and work in very low tem peratures. The theory brought for ward is that except at its rough edges the ice cap of the southern pole is smooth, and that once mounted on it a machine would go flying to its des- J tinationjike a racing car on a Long island road. Growing Use of Petroleum. It is not yet half a century since Col. Drake discovered petroleum on the waters of Oil creek, near Titus ville. Pa. The total production of crude petroleum from 1859 to 1902 forty-three years has been no less than 1,165,280,727 barrels. Of this out put Pennsylvania and New York con tributed 53.9 per cent; Ohio, 2-1.3 per cent; West Virginia. 11.3 per cent: Indiana,. 3.9 per cent; Californ5a, " 3.6 per cent and Texas 2.1 per cen ?ur0fi&p&& LOCOMOTIVE I78I . Died 18-fQ. what might be called level country. Where the bog had been filled in. of course, was level. It was slightly down hill between Manchester and Liverpool. The country was not rough. "I don't remember the time we made on the trip, but it didn't mean much, as the trip was marred by a fatal accident. We were about half way down when a stop was made. The Duke of Wellington was talking to Mr. Huskisson, and they were standing on the second track. Sud denly a construction engine came around the corner and bore down on tkem. The Duke of Wellington jump ed and escaped safely, but Mr. Hus kisson was struck down and the wheels passed over his legs above the knees. He was taken to Liverpool, where he lived about ten hours. "Strange as it may seem, this ac cident did not prejudice the people I against the railroad. They understood that it was an accident and did not blame the road. "The Rocket pulled on that trip five coaches. They were small affairs and looked much like stage coaches on wheels. Each coach contained three seats, each accommodating three people, making nine to a coach. People rode on the tops, however, and hung on the sides of the coaches, so that in all seventy-five persons rode that day. Thousands of persons were lined up along the railroad track on both sides to witness the strange performance." After operating the Rocket thirty months young Entwistle found him self almost a nervous wreck and re fused to serve any longer. "When I was eighteen that was in 1S37 I left England and came to this country. Fifty years ago I came west and built a house right on this very spot." Xew York Herald. No Excuse. Dr. Yamei Yin, the talented Chinese woman now traveling in America is opposed to capital punishment and to war. To a reporter the other day Dr. Ya mei Yin talked about the reforms that she favors. She talked earnestly. Then she smiled. "I smile," said the Chinese physi cian, "because I am. reminded of a story. It is the story of a Chinese criminal, a graduate of Oxford. "This man killed another as vul garly and brutally as any coolie would have done. He was tried, found guilty and condemned to death. The judge said to him: " 'Prisoner, the sentence of the court is that you be beheaded to-morrow morning. Have you anything to say for yourself. Are you able to advance any reason why this sentence should not be pronounced on you?' "My lord, said the prisoner, 'I am a member of a society lor the aboli tion of capital punishment.' " Collegiate Discipline. Syracuse university is a good Meth odist institution whose chancellor re cently declined a bishopric. The odor ot sanctity which clings to the place nas leu involous persons to call the nui on which the university is built "Piety Hill." Some worldly minded students recently associated them selves into a "Piety Hill Dancing club." That was too much for Chan cellor Day. "Any attempt to hold a aance after this." he told the girls and boys, "will be taken as a deliber ate notice of your intention to be no longer one of us." Dog Breaks Up Shew. In the Lyric theater, Oakland, Cal., on Oct. 8. when, during the perform ance of "Everyman," the procession of players tried to pass up the center aisle, a Great Dane, which had been asleep there," attacked the procession, chased Manager Greenbaum when he came to the rescue and held the aisle against all comers till a policeman was called to shoot him. Then his owner, an old woman, arose anft led him out. The Fat Year There's a wizard at work on the hilltoM. there's' a vanishing ghost in the - vale. And red is the floor of the forest, end loud is the nine of the auail: There's a desolate waste in the wheat field, a-whispering tone in the corn: . uui nt-re oy ine oarn. 10: tne mil year has emptied its plenteous horn: And the faces of children are gludsome. and mothers sit long at the feast. Kor" God in his justice and mercy has gien good gifts to his least. There's a presage abroad on the prairies Hflssrii Riv HIbbbH a triumpn or ratuous !ar -The sadness and sorcery smiling. "from out the dead face of the year There's avmoan-wind awake in the night time, a blight from invisible hand. A doom written large on man's power all over the bountiful land - But the gran'nes are filled unto burst ing, the cattle are sleek in their stalls. And only the mem'ry of famine the heart of the farmer appals. And so. ore the winter shall whiten the wide-rolling plain with its -shroud From out the glad thought of the favor ed true thanks shall crv upward and loud. To the Giver of rain and of sunshine, the Giver of Jlfe to the seed. The Infinite Father who never forsakes where there's ultimate need: And with faith and a loving obeisance, with praise and a worshipful mind. The toiler vows deep unto suffering, he. too. will be tender and kind. Thus. thus, shall the years pass to dark ness, in glory and stately army, Ona bringing its measure of famine, an other its Thanksgiving day. And the ou! that looks out on the pas iige Miall learn to be patient and wait. Well knowing the law Js eternal, though sometimes the harvest is late; And the l-an and the fat years shall perish and man shall go back unto dust. But the Giver forever and ever will keep to his care and his trust. Charles W. Stevenson. ALL KNOW THANKSGIVING DAY. Spirit of Festival Quickly Caught by Immigrants. Go into the foreign quarter of any American city and ask an Italian or a Slav, or any other immigrant, wheth er he celebrates the Fourth of July, and he is likely to shrug his shoulder as he professes ignorance of the day. or answers: "Xo; it's nothing to me." Ask him if he grows enthusiastic over Memorial day and you will find that it leaves him cold. But just mention Thanksgiving day and his face will light up at once. "Yes," he will tell you. "we eat our Thanksgiving dinner like any other Americans, and go to church and give thanks and have a good time with the youngsters in the evening. Thanksgiving day means a lot to us. for we have much to be thankful for." The immigrants catch the. spirit of Thanksgiving day more quickly than that of any other American institu tion. The new Americans show this by their deeds and words, and the btory of an immigrant who caught the spirit the first day he landed is typical, even if in the majority of cases it is not imparted so quickly. On a bleak November morning an old Roumanian Hebrew landed in New York from Ellis island with his wife and three children. The harbor was wrapped in a mantle of fog. which hid from their eyes the prom ise of the Statue of Liberty It was a depressing scene. The old man's spirits sank and the bustle and hustle of the Americans frightened him after his quiet life in a Rouman ian village. But his eldest son. who had preceded his father to America and who had sent the money to bring the family over, met him at the pier with a warm welcome. "Come right along, father,' he cried. "We shall have to hurry to get home in time for dinner." And he rushed the old man and the children into a trolley car and took them over to the East Side with all possible speed. When they entered the house, cold, tired, wet and hungry, an inspiring scene met their eyes. A roaring fire bla?ed in the grate, the American flag was draped above the mantel, and a good, old fashioned Thanksgiving feast was spread out upon the table. The turkey was there in all its glory, browned to a turn and stufTed to the bursting point with chestnut flavored dressing. Big glass dishes full of cranberry sauce and celery flanked it at each corner, and two bottles of claret stood sentinel at either end of the table. Vegetable dishes, cakes, sauces and gravy bowls filled up the vacant spaces on the board, while on a side table the pumpkin pie held sway, sur rounded by a court of jellies, blanc manges and tarts. The, old man stared in amazement. All his life long, in his Roumanian village, he bad been used to black bread, potatoes and turnips, with meat as a rare treat three or four times a year. Here was a feast that might have been spread by the lord in his castle. What was the meaning of it? What had happened to his son that he feasted thus? It was no feast day of bis faith. The son laughed at his father's surprise. "Sit down, father." he said. "You must be hungry, and this is a day when nobody is supposed to go hun gry in America. It is Thanksgiving day. "Every man who, by the sweat of his brow has earned a Thanksgiving dinner for himself and his family is in duty bound to eat and drink and be merry and give thanks for the blessings he enjoys in this rich land of freedom." "Verily," responded the old man, "you have much to be thankful for when you can spread such a feast as this, which is only enjoyed by the richest of the people in the land of our birth." 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Prov xxix:lS-" Where time Is no vis ion, the people perish ' Thanksgiving day remuiils us. year by year, to look backward, count our blessings and. with gratitm'e to ths Giver of every good gift, to look for ward with faith aud courage to a still better future, for the ears are sure ly bringing with them better thing-i. We think to-day not only of present prosperity, but or the- men who laid the foundation for the great struc ture of our national life. Tlu Pil grim Fathers of New England and the Pioneer Fathers or California, dif- . ferent as they were in character, had many common traits, such as lov of liberty, dauntless determination and especially the faculty of looking for ward with faith and hopefulness. They were not satisfied with the con- . dition of affairs and they longed for a larger life. As a result of that dis- satisfaction, coupled with a capacity for work and the power to see great possibilities in the future, we Inherit the glorious realities of our present day lives. Every people that emerges from barbarism has before it a vision of better things. A vision of better things came to the founders of our ' nation and state. We are grateful to God for the vision of our fathers thnt has been so largely realized in tlu " magnificent achievements of our na tion and in the glorious, growth of our state. , Has this vision of better things ceased? If better things are is.ib!e. we must make them ours. This vision also will be realized. The church shares this optimism. Her eyes see the great work that is hers and her hands are ready and her ieart glad: and the vision of righteousness which ilone truly and permanently exalts a nation is urging her to larger e.nortL for well she knows there are no "bet ter things" without religion, which is. itself a vision of God and duty and . an enlistment in his service. There never has been in inventor who has not had a vision of what his invention would be. But vision aIon does not accomplish much unless it prompts to vigorous action. The hi- ' ventor sees the possibility ami then -works for it. Through years, if ncret sary. through many failures he perse veres, keeping the vision before him. knowing that his success is not a mat ter of chance. Xo one who tries to live without working can be called manly. The Pilgrims and the Pioneers were not shirkers, but workers. They were men not afraid of any tak. Deserts and mountains and perils of land or sea. instead of daunting their brave hearts, added to their eager ness to press on. GAME OF TURKEY QUESTIONS Pastime That Will Help to Round Cut Pleasant Day. For the game of turkey questions, get together twice as many blank cards, carte de visite size, as yon have players. We will say that tne number of the company is twenty persons. In this case you will ne'L forty cards. On twenty of them wriu1 questions relating to Turkey and th Turks. On the other remaining twenty write answers to th'?e rjnes tions. The questions can b" tck.-n from any good book on the subject, but care should b used in selectiuf such as the average American could h required to know. When the forty cards have le-n written, put the questions in one bowl and the answers in another. Tn question bowl is passed, and each player in turn takes a card from it. The answers bowl follows, and all players dip into this also. If a player thinks he has received from the an swers bowl an answer to his qu'tion he retains the cards in hand and ceases to play. But if he considers that the answer he holds belong- to some other question he returns the f-ard to th bowl it came from and draws again. Xo consultation with regard to cards is allowed Question cards cannot be returned. AI! play ers who succeed in answering their questions correctly draw among themselves for a nicely Illustrated book of travels in Turkey - xstj --.
