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When anew each beam and rafter Kings with childhoods merry laughter And afresh the hearth-tiresglow, Games a beatific vision from the realm of yo ith Elysian— Huldah, Huldah, dainty Huidah,

Half a century ago.

Wide old farmhouss-kitchen cheery, KettJe crooning ditty eerie. Spicy clouds of iucense rise. And fair priestess there abiding. O'er weird mystic rites presiding— Huldah. Huldah, bewitoiiiog Huidah.

Making the Thanksgiving pies.

Sleeves tucked up tfo cibows rosy, Pearly ears 'mid ringlets cosy. Slender waist and slippers wee, I, a bashful swain beseech n'/. Stammer. Jon riiu arms outstretching: "Huldah, Huidah. darlintr Huldah,

Make Thanksgiving pies for me."'

Brown eyes flash. "I prithee rise, sir. Hearts are aot exchanged for pies, sir. Nay. sir. trouble me no more Thou must learn a braver wooing Ere to me for favor suing.'' Huldah. Huldiili, scornful Huldah,

Flitted through the open door.

Did I follow her relenting? Did I read a half-repenting In the flash of nut-brown eyes? Comely as in youth, behold her! Savory vapors still enfold her—

Huida'i. Huldah. my v/i Huidah, Makm, the Thanksgiviug pies.

HIS THANKSGIVING.

BY ROBERT E. GRAHAM.

.fccJJEftE was a crush Mrb. Darlington's day reception. Mrs.

Listen had spoken to everybody she knew, and she was beginning- to grow impatient when her nieces were announced.

The Misses Erick-

eons looked very handsome, the aunt thought, as she smiled brightly on the pair. After exchanging greetings with the. hostess and various friends—including, of course, their relative—Alice, the eider, was carried off by an old lady with whom she was an especial pet, while her -Sister remained beside Mrs, Liston.

How well you look' to-day, Aunt :6ai*ah," remarked Rose. "Is ityour new bonnet?" "I think not I fancy it is the near prospect of Edward's return. I have had no telegram, but he will surely (be here on Friday at the very latest. "I am so glad for you, aunt." "Thank you, dear," answered Mrs. 'JListon.

She was a tall, fine looking woman With a very determined lace, but it Vwore a wonderful softened expression now. Her son was her idol. "Do you think you will recognize rim, Rose?" she went on, presently. "T don't know," the young lady ejoined, smilingly. "Three years 3 a iong while and may make great :hanges." "Oh, Edward is not altered, he •writes me, except that he looks a little older and browner." "I dare say he won't be changed (beyond your recognition, Aunt SaTah," was the laughing reply, "and jthat will I of more interest to him [than anybody else's." "I don't know about that," said !Mrs. Liston. with quiet significance jb it Rose, talcing no notice of the iremark. continued ga.vly: "He will be the chief society lion this winter, unless Stanley should come over. A man who has spent three years in the wilds of Africa

At this moment, some friends approached. and there was no opportunity for further conversation between the relatives.

Rose had just turned awav to Bp eak to a new-comer when a servaut came quietly up to Mrs. Liston and said something to her in a verv low tone. The lady's face changed instantly, and with a murmured "Excuse me," to her friends, and not a word to her niece, she hurried out of the room.

Ten minutes later, Rose glanced swiftly about and saw her aunt standing beside her, looking strangely excited. Then she felt herself drawn aside from the rest of the pruests, in a sort of anteroom. There stood a young man whom she instantly recognized. The young persons looked at each other.

Mrs. Liston laid her hand on her niece's arm. "Surely, Rose," she said eagerly, "you have not forgotten Edwardhe looks exactly the same as when fce went away."

Rose put out her hand a little timidly—it ainvtst seemed as if he had forgotten her.

is not to be seen in a New York drawing room every day." "No, happily for the mothers," sighed Mrs. Liston. "Small wonder his uncle was vexed." I ''Doyou think it was because Edward went to Africa that uncle was vexed with him?" asked Rose, suddenly, her face growiug thoughtful, almost grave. "I know of no other reason." hor aunt said, decidedly "but then, your uncle was not any too fond of me. I knew nothing of his purposes or wishes. Sometimes I think he turned] against Edward at the last iust because he was my son," she concluded, with some bitterness. "Surely not," murmured Rose, "I could bear less than ever the taking of our half of the money, if I thought, that. You know I would infinitely rather Edward had it all—I would give the world if a will could be found!" "There was none," said Mrs. Liston, almost sternly "and, if there' had been one, the money might have all been left to you." "Oh, never!'' cried Rose. "Uncle was too fond of Edward!" "Nothinjr matters now. dear, that my boy is coining home," whispered the mother, laying her'hand onher niece's arm.

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I "How do you do, Cousin Edward?" she said, in her clear musical voice, "lam very glad to see you again." "How do you do, cousin Rose?"

And the young man took the proffered hand. It was a very commonplace greeting Mrs. Liston felt intensely disappointed. Was it for this she had schemed and waited? Nobody had seen Edward Liston clench the hand he afterward held out nobody had noticed, under the bronze, how pale he had grown, and his voice only sounded cold and indifferent.

Rose was quite Self-Dossessed. She smiled graciously at her cousin and said pleasant things to him in her sweetest tones. She must find Alice, she said Alice would be so pleased to see him. And soon the four were together, introducing the newcomer to the hostess and making their adieux.

The .young ladies sent their own carriage away and were driven home by their aunt. The elder Miss Erickson was delighted to see her cousin, and Edward showed equal pleasure on his side. "Of course you will come mamma early to-morrow," said, with great cordiality, young man helped her out carriage before her own door know mamma is too much of invalid to go anywhere." "Certainly," was the eager response, as Mr. Liston gave his hand to Rose. "I will be sure to come."

to see Alice as the of the "You an

Then good-byes were exchanged, the two sisters entered the house, and mother and son drove away toward home. "What do you think of Rose?"was Mrs. Liston"s first question. "She is more beautiful than ever." "She is, indeed and now, my dear Edward, if you will only settle down and marry her!" "Perhaps she would not thank you for disposing of her so summarily," the young man said, a little sarcastically. "Well, ehe doesn't love anyone else, so the field is clear." "Arc you sure?" "Quite sure," answerecf Mrs. Liston. with a very positive expression on her handsome face. She would probably have said more, but her son asked abrubtlv: "How is Cousin Harold? I believe I haven't inquired about him." "Harold is very well. He has been to me more like a son than a nephew I can never forget his kindness."

LAston drew a deep breath.

"I must thank him, mother," he said. gentl3-. "Oh, he has been rewarded for his goodnest," laughed Mrs. Liston. "You see. being so much at my house, they were as constantly thrown together as if they had been real cousins, and "Whom do you mean, mother?" interrupted Edward, with sudden excitement. "Why, Alice, of course," she answered. "Surelv vou do not think

"I did not know," And a long sigh of relief escaped the young man. "It was always Alice, my dear I bov ''I did not think so." "Was that the reason of your coldness to Rose today? Why, 1 never dreamed of such a thing," said Mrs.

Liston. "I'm sure I'm very glad if what you say is true, mother but you may be mistaken." I "Oh, no they are engaged I believe—everybody will tell you the same." And, seeing that her son was disinclined to pursue the subI ject, the lady began to talk about other matters.

The week that followed was a halcyon one to Edward Liston, and scarcely less so to his devoted mother. She saw all her cherished hopes approaching fruition. Edward was constantly wiih his cousins, and soon perceived the likelihood, if not truth, of his mother's assertion. Rose was kind to him—nothing more but then he believed he had no rival, for she seemed to care for none of her many admirers. Hope grew strong within his breast. He was the lion of the hour the women petted him. Alioe. he fancied, divined his desire and tried to encourage him. Surely he had a good chance!

It was iust aweek before Thanksgiving. Edward Liston sat at his uncle's writing desk, which had been given him by the dying man's request. He felt in unusually bouyant spirits, for Rose had proved especially kind on the preceding evening, and he was contrasting this Thanksgiving season with the one three winters previous, when he had gone away, not caring what became of him. The years that had rolled between had been dreary enough, but now happiness seemed near, the world looked all sunshine. "Poor Uncle Edward!" he thought presently. He had forgotten the old man in his joy and, after all, how kind he had always been until they quarreled! Such a useless quarrel, too. Edward felt sure now and how much sorrow they both might have been spared! on his own account it did not matter—everything would be mdee up if Rose loved him: but it was too late as far as his uncle was concerned.

In a regretful fashion Edward opened the desk and carefully examined its contents. His uncle had died after his departure on the African exploring expedition, and he had been too busy and happy to pay much attention to anything since his return. There was nothing of any consequence in the desk he had hoped kis uncle might have left a few law* tares to him. He had not wanted'all of Mr. Listen's moaey

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he was satisfied that Rose and Alice should have their share, but he would like to be sure his uncle had not thought of him unkindly.

Suddenly he rembered a secret drawer—no one else had been told of it and he recollected how proud he was at that time to think of such confidence being placed in him. He touched the hidden spring, the drawer flew open and a .letter was revealed to hisview. It was from his uncle. Eagerly he broke- the seal aud began to read. The first few lines were words of kindness the next struck him with wonderment, and when he had finished his face had changed terribly. He read the letter twice and then he began to search mechanically through the desk again but after turning over all the papers he shook his head in a hopeless sort of way.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said, and his mother entered. "What is the matter, Edward? Has anything happened?" she asked, as his gaze met hers4|"You look as if you had seen a ghost." "So I have," he answered, holding the letter toward her.

Mrs. Liston took it in astonishment, and ran her eyes slowly along the page. She grew deadly pale after she had read a little, even paler than her son. A low smothered exclamation burst from her as she reached the end. "Mother, do you know anything about the will uncle speaks of?" Edward asked.

The question was abrupt, so abrupt as to startle Mrs. Liston almost more than the contents of the letter had done. "I? What should I know about it?" she rejoined, in a sharp voice, glancing almost angrily at her son as she spoke. "Mother! Mother! Answer my question!" cried Edward, horror and a host of mingled feelings in his tones.

Mrs. Liston's face was ghastly she looked ten years older than when she had entei'ed the room. She met the young man's stern reproachful gaze for an instant, aud then her eyes fell. "Of what do you suspect me, my son?" she asked, in a harsh, difficult voice. "You were there when he died— had charge of everything first—and he speaks so positively of making the will in Rose's favor—" Edward stopped suddenly

Minutes passed before Mrs. Liston answered she stood white and rigid, facing her son. Then, with a despairing gesture, she flung herself on her knees. "Forgive me, my boy! forgive me!" she wailed, laying her hands entreatingly on his arm. "I did it for your sake— for your sake only." "For my sake!" Edward repeated the words mechanically. "Yes, for your sake. You told me you loved Rose, but would never marry her while she was rich. Then I found the will it left all to her— to you, nothing, I knew you would not marry her in that case. I loved you so, I could not bear it. Forgive me, Edwai'd! forgive me!" And the unfortunate woman bowed her head in silence.

The young man lifted his mother and placed her in a chair. "In destroying this will," he said, "you have destroyed all my hopes of happiness." "My son!" "Yes, forever. I was not quite frank with you when I went away, mother. It was not because Rose was richer than I, but for another reason—I thought she loved Harold Ransom. My uncle told me he wanted us to marry, and, when I hinted that she might not care for me, he grew terribly angry and declared he would disinherit whichever of us should dare to thwart his wishes. Then I told him I would not marry her I felt so sure she cared for Harold, and I could not be base enough to bring his displeasure on the woman I loved. So we parted in anger, and I told you. I would not try to win Rose until I had wealth or fame to offer her. I dared not let you suspect the truth, for I knew you would not hesitate to sacrifice her for me. Since came back and found out my mistake, I have hoped she might learn to love me now all that is over."

Mrs. Liston had sat in perfect silence, with bent held, while her son was speaking but, when he finished, she looked up. "Do not say that!" she cried. "Do not say that!" "It is true, mother," he replied. "I am in a thousand times worse position than I was three years ago. I am poor, and Rose is rich, and I have wronged her besides you have raised an unsurmonntable barrier between us." "I will go to her—I will tell her, Edward!" cried Mrs. Liston. "You will do nothing of the kind, mother. I will go to her—tell her all that is necessary —after I have thought a little. If you want me to forgive you, you must remain passive now—do nothing. Promise me you will." "I promise," said Mrs. Liston, faintly and, rising to leave the room, she fell to the floor in a swoon.

For the next few hours, Edward could do nothing but wait on his mother. He sent at once for the doctor, who looked very grave as he made his examination. "Your mother has heart disease," he said. "She must have received some shock, to bring on this attack doyou know of any?,f "Yes," Edward answered, sadly "a letter."

The physician did not inquire further.

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"Be careful to spare her any fresh excitement," he remarked "or I will not answer for the consequences."

The next few days dragged wearily along until the morning preced? ing Thanksgiving. A family dinner at the Erickson mansion had been planned, the mistress of the house being sufficiently recovered to preside but, of course, all thought of this was given up. The sisters were terribly disappointed and very anxious about their aunt. Both girls offered their services in. the sickroom but Edward refused, gently though firmly. He went about, looking like a shadow, but always composed and helpful. "Don't worry yourself to death, Cousin Edward," the sisters entreated, and Rose was almost tender in her distress and this seemed more than he could bear.

Mrs. Liston was- conscious at times but very weak, and she did not say much nor did her son, beyond a few soothing words. The day before Thanksgiving, however, there was a change. She seemed excited and begged him t&send the uurseout ol the room. Edward did so very unwillingly. "You know the doctor has forbidden you to talk any more than is necessary," he urged. "It is nol safe." "I will not," his mother said "buj I must speak! I cannot die withoul telling you about the will—"

Edward laid a beseeching hand on her arm, but she paid no heed. "I did not destroy it, Edward—1 was afraid to it is there—there, locked up in my private desk. Tht key is in my rosewood box—yoi' know get it, my son."

Young Liston followed his moth' er's directions and soon held th« long hidden will in his trembling fingers. He had faced danger and death in the African wilderness but, after all, the most terrible ordeal had been left for him to meet in his native land.

Yes, there it was! In plain and unmistakable terms, his Uncle Edward's property was all devised tc his "beloved niece, Rosamond Erickson." Edward looked up at last, remembering his mother. "I will send for Mr. Lynde," he said, "and put the will in the secret drawer in my desk no one knows ol that drawer but me."

His mother divined at once thai he meant to screen her. She shook her head. "I am willing to bear all the blame it will not be for long."

In reply, Edward rang the boll to summon the nurse, and, stopping to kiss his mother's forehead, left the room. He put the document away as he had intended, and sent for Mr. Lynde.

Two hours later came the elderly lawyer who had been the deceased Mr. Liston's man of business for years, though in the matter of his testamentary iutentions the eccentric old bachelor had not seen fit to consult him.

When Mr. Lynde was announced Edward was in the drawing-room with Alice Erickson and Harold Ransom. He made his excuses to his cousins, and, beggiug them to wait his return, hurried off to meet his guest.

Edward took the lawyer into his writing-room, and, briefly explaining that the existence of the secret drawer was unknown to his mother, touched the spring. There within lay the document which had destroyed the young man's brightest hopes. In amazement, Mr. Lvnde took out the paper and examined it carefully. "I am very sorry" was all he could say, at which Edward made a dissenting gesture. "I am glad Rosa has the money," he declared, gravely.

Then he remembered Alice, and, with sudden resolve, rang the bell and told *,he servant to ask Miss Erickson and Mr. Ransom to go into the library. A moment later he joined them there, with Mr. Lynde.

The explanation took but two or three minutes, and scarcely was it ended when, with a woman's quick instinct, Alice-divined something of her cousin's feeling, aud springing hastily forward, laid her head pleadingly on his shoulder. "You won't let this make any difference between you and Rose, will you, Edward?" she asked in eager, beseeching tones.

The young man took her other haud tenderly in both of his, and was about to speak, when there came a hesitating knock at the door aud Rose herself entered.

Pale and tearful, but with eyes shining through her tears, she hurried toward her cousin, and, taking his hand, whispered: "Edward, I have been with your mother I know the whole." "No, not the whole, my dear yonug lady." spoke up Mr. Lynde, whose quick ear had caught her words "In a crack in that same se.cret drawer I have found a liolograph will of later date than this.

Your eyes were not sharp, Master Edward. The last will leaves everything'to you."

As he spoke, the old lawyer drew from his pocket a sheet of pape which he held before Edward's uiv believing eyes. "Then it is we who have been defrauding you!" cried Alice but Rose 'could not speak,

So it was a happy Thanksgiving, after all, for the doctors pronounced Mrs. Liston out'of danger and a year later there was a double wedding, which the two young couples decided might be appropriately celebrated on Thanlesgivtag-Day.

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