Plymouth Tribune, Volume 9, Number 7, Plymouth, Marshall County, 18 November 1909 — Page 3

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Xcthor of "In a Grass Country, MA Daueh1ers Heart, -A Sister's Sin," Jacl.a Secret," Etc., Etc

CIIAPTER VI. (Continued.) One day It was on the Friday, a whole week since they had parted! ha could endure the agony of the silence no longer. Something, no matter what, she felt she must find out about him. She set out by herself after breakfast, and walked down to the "George Inn." The landlord happened to be standing at the door. "Has Mr. Carroll come back yet, Mr. Makln? she inquired. In as unconcerned a voice as she could command. "No, miss, he has left us. I had a telegram yesterday from him with orders to pack up his things and send em off by passenger train to London they went off yesterday afternoon by the 4:20." -Did did Sir. Carroll grive any adCress In the telegram where did you aend his things! Mamma has a book of his she wishes to return to him that Is why I ask: " "They was only to be Bent to Pad!rrton. But I've got the telegram still, mist. If your mamma would like to see it." Mr. Makin stepped back into the bar, and fetched the telegraph paper from off the mantel-shelf. She took It eagerly and with trembling fingers. It ran thus: ' : "Landlord. 'George Inn. ChatswelL "Pack and send off everything left behind by earliest possible passenger train, addressed to Cloak Room. Paddin gton. CarrolL" Irene turned aaray swiftly, crushing p the paper tightly between her hands. She was not ten yards from the door of the Irth, before she suddenly staggered and swayed forward, and then fell heavily down on the ground. Makln rushed forward in dismay, and a laboring man who happened to be passing by, also ran up; the young lady lay stretched out In a dead faint, perfectly unconscious, in the middle cf the road. They lifted her up. and between them they carried her insensible form back to The Cottage, to her rhother. CHAPTER VII"I told you so!" It is quite certain that however disagreeable it may be to listen to these words when addressed to oneself, they must afford much pleasure and gratification to those who utter them, else why should they be so frequently spoken? Lady Garland, for instance, undoubtedly enjoyed writing them extremely: nothing. In fact, had ever afforded her greater satisfaction In her life than when she headed her answer to her alster-ln-law's letter with the familiar sentence. There was very little comfort to be derived out of this. Mrs. Garland shut up the letter, and returned it to her pocket with a sigh. In her despair and helplessness she had written to her sister-in-law the only near relation she had and had Implored htr to help her to discover the whereabouts of this man who had basn bo much with Irene all the summer, and who had so suddenly vanished Into thin air. The mother's heart had grown uneasy and anxious, even before the catastrophe, which had brought her daughter's unconscious form home to ber with Carroll's telegram to Makln till clutched tightly In her hand. Irene soon came to her senses under her mother's ministrations; but she revived not to health but to illness. By the evening she was worse instead of better; her temperature rose alarmingly, and she waa In a burning fever. Mrs. Garland sent In haste for the doctor. For three daya she was really III refusing all food, unable to sleep, and tossing about on her bed. in the restlessness of high fever. During all these days not a word was spoken by her that might lead Mrs. Garland to connect her illness with Rupert CarrolL In all her moanings and murmurInga his name never passed her Hps. And yet, with an unerring Instinct. Mrs. Garland knew that her child's sickness and trouble were on his account. ' If only she could find out this man's address, and write to him Just a friendly letter with nothing compromising, of course, to Irene in it. but aomething that should let him know that the girl was 111, and that they would both be so glad to see him again at The Cottage if he would come down and stay for a .few days before the boating season was quite over. Ehe composed the letter over and over again in her mind she could put It so imply, so naturally, that Carroll would never guess from it that Irene bad been 111 for love of him! And oh! how delightful it would be if only she could greet her child's return to convalescence with the good news that she had heard from the young man and that he was coming to see them. But the initial difficulty about this plan, was that she had not the faintest Idea where to write to him! Then she bethought her that Lady Garland had an enormous acquaintance, and that aurely in that great world of London where she lived, she must be able to find out, from some source or another, where Carroll was to be heard of. She remembered, too, that Lady Garland was actually In town for a few days this very week, on her way from one visit in the south to another in the north, and she wrote to her and bogged her to help her. But Lady Garland, as has been seen, only wrote back "I told you bo!" and advised her sister-in-law to put Rupert Carroll out of her mind altogether! "Ah, that is easier said than done!" thought the mother, sighing, as she looked at Irene's pale cheeks and hollow eyes and sad face. That day Irene came downstairs for the first time, and lay on the sofa in the drawing-room. "We will go away for a little change of air, my darling; don't you think that will do you good?" said her mother to 6er. "No. mamma. Don't ask me to go fcway. please. Mamma, I want to tell ?ou something." "Yes. darling?" Mrs Garland's heart eat violently; she guessed so much of -Jtrhat was coming. "I am a very unfortunate girl, mamfna. I have a secret which I long to tell you and yet It Is not all my own secret, fo that Ilo not know whether X ought to tell you or no." "Irene, my child, I think I can guess omfthinj it is about Rupert Carroll?" "Yes. it iJJ.abo'.it Rupert Carroll." There wr.s no glad blush of hap;y love on the girl's face as sho Kr-okc bor lover's narr.. She remained pal and pravi? es before, and her head JVII back a little against the sofa cushion?. "7 rem darling." cried her mother, "Co not think about him any more.

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Alaal my child, It is I who am to blame for this! I should have known the world better. I should not have allowed him to be with you so much. I am told that men who are like that good-looking and pleasant, and accustomed, no doubt, to be made a great deal of by the smart London ladies that they think very little of this kind of flirting I suppose they call It that they go on Just trifling and see no harm in it for a time, and then they will go away and forget all about the girl who has perhaps lost her heart unwarily to them. It seems that women are foolish not to understand this, and to fancy that it means more." "Mamma, that Is not at all how It is. I did not lose my heart unwarily I I did not know that I loved him at all. not till he spoke of love to me, and asked me to marry him." "He asked you to marry him?" cried Mrs. Garland In dismay, "and he has left you like this? How can any man be so wicked? Oh, my poor, poor darling! but I will not suffer him to treat you like this, he shall not be a'lowed to go free I will find him I will write to him; I will bring him back to you by force If need be!" "Xo, no, sweet mother, we cannot do that We cannot forget that we are ladies, and that we are too proud, are we not? to hunt a man down against his will mamma, mamma! don't give way like this " For Mrs. Garland had flung herself sobbing upon her daughter's breastit was Irene now who was the comforter, kissing and soothing away her tears. "Darling mamma, we have got to face it, you see," said Irene. "And sometimes I have fancied that there may be some horrible mistake that something. I cannot tell what, may be parting us, for I think he did love me a little once, and that is why I should like to stay quietly on at home for a time. Someone may have come between us, and perhaps In time his heart might come back to me. He told me that he was going to his sister's." "Where does she live? did he not tell you?" "No. It was somewhere In the country, I believe, and I did not see him to wish him good-bye; he only wrote to me so I had no opportunity of asking for his address. But ho had told me before about his sister she is very much older than himself, and there Is a girl who lives with her her goddaughter and I have thought perhaps She did not finish her sentence; she could not put that terrible suspicion Into words. But as she had laid upstairs on her bed, wearily turning over and over In her mind for the hundredth time what it was that could have parted them, and why he had left her so cruelly, there had come back to her the recollection of that girl of whom he had spoken, who lived with his si.ter, and whom his sister had at one t'.'ie desired him to marry. Perhar. fie, too. loved him. and had sufferer Through him and alas, alas! perhaps she had been clever enough to win him back! CIIAPTER VIII. "Is that cushion quite comfortable at your back? Stall I arrange it better for you?" "It is quite right, thank you, Agatha. You must not make a fuss over me any longer. I am not really 111 in the least only muddled in my head somehow." And Rupert Carroll passed his hand wearily across his brow. He was lying on the sofa in his sister's drawingroom at Harvlngton. A bright fire burnt on the hearth, for it was now October, and the days were cold and wintry. He waa downstairs for the first time to-day, and he was rather tired, for there had come down from London a great man, a specialist, on purpose to consult with the country doctor who had been attending him; and the great man had questioned and cross-questioned him ' till his head throbbed with pain, and now he was shut up in the next room with his sister, giving her his opinion and pocketing his fee ere returning to town. Agatha Dale was left to take care of him. She stood by the side of his couch, looking down anxiously at her charge. She was a tall girl, with dark eyes and hair, and rather a sad expression of face; she was not at all pretty, but she had a fine figure, and had somehow the effect of more good looks than she actually possessed. Rüper', looked up at her and smiled. ' Why do you look at me so sorrowfully, Aggie? Am I such a wreck?" he asked lightly, holding out his hand to her. But she did not take his outstretched fingers. "You are altered," she said, hesitatingly, in answer to his question. "Altered! How am I altered, pray? Bring me a looking-glass at once and let me see." There was a small oval mirror upon an occasional table behind her. Agatha took it up. She placed It in his hand In silence, and half turned away. He held up the glass before his face for some moments without speaking. He had grown thin and pale, but a singular change had taken place in him. In these few weeks his dark curly hair, that used to be so brown and glossy, had become peppered over so freely with grey as to have turned almost white. It did not in the least spoil his good looks, for his auburn moustache was untouched, and his eyes, with their long black lashes, remained as bright and clear as before, but it had the effect of making him look quite ten years older than his present age. ""What a funny thing!" he said presently, laying down the glass by his side. "I have grown quite grey! I wonder why." "You must remember that you have had a very bad concussion of the brain. You were unconscious for seventeen days." "Con 5 and sit hero by my side, Aggie, an tell me again exactly what happened." "You see, we expected you down, Arntie and I, by the 3:15 train from Vic toria. You were coming down with Lord XethcTville; we expected you Loth together. Don't you remember?" He shook his heart. "I can't remember In the least. V.'here was I coming from?" "You had been on the river somewhere for fishing for the summer." "On the river?" He repeated ber words dully and blankly. The words conveyed no sort of meaning to his mind. He remembered her, his sister, :T.d Harvlngton, the former years and events of his life perfectly, but the Immediate past was wiped clean out of hbs memory as though by a wet

aponge that is passed across a written slate. "On the river? I wonder where? "Well, go on." "Well, your luggage came up all right from the station, and we were expecting you every minute, but you did" not come. So at last Auntie got frightened, because the gardener, wY.o brought your bag up, had seen yoü start on foot across tho fields. Shall f ever forget that horrible moment when you were carried back to the house, unconscious and dripping with blood, with that terrible wound at the back of your head? We thought you were dead." "Poor little Aggie!" and Rupert put out his hand and laid it tenderly on hers. "And were you very, very unhappy then?" The blood rushed hotly to her face, but she made r.o answer to his question; she only went on with her account of what had happened. (To be continued.)

IN THE LAND OF BANANAS. Don't Believe Get-Illch-Quick Stories of Promoters, Grower Says. "When you see bananas in a store window the fruit hangs downward from the stem, and a person naturally supposes that they grow that way, but they don't. When growing on a tree every banana points toward heaven," said R. P. Harrison, a banana planter of Boscos del Toro, Panama, who Is at the Savoy Hotel, the Kansas City Times says, Mr. Harrison was formerly a resident cf Kansa3 City, a member of the class of 1S9S of the Central high school. Five years ago he went to Central America and became a fruit raiser. He was secretary of the Honduras commission to the St. Louis World's Fair and is now manager and part owner of & banana plantation of 1.S10 acres. "People in the United States are letting great business opportunities go by when they fail to make an attempt to sell American goods in Central and South America," continued Mr. Harrison. "Americans In the tropics wear English clothes, English hats, and use, for the most part, German-made tools. This Is not on account of any lack of loyalty to their native land, but it is because no one in South America ever sees goods bearing Uncle Sam's trade mark. Some day they will realize what an opportunity they are missing. That will be when the Panama canal is finished and the eye3 of the world are opened to the great opportunities of the American tropics. "The Panama canal may be finished before the people here expect It. to. My plantation Is only sixty mllos away from the canal and I go over there quite often. The rumor is now current that a night shift of men will be put to work and an attempt made to finish it in President Taft's administration. "The most harmful thing to the fruit or rubber grower of Central America, however, 13 not the lack of American goods nor the lack of a canal by which to ship their products, but it is the numerous 'fake' advertisements which state that the annual profit on one acre of land planted in bananas is $100, and that the yield on an acre a year is COO bunches. Such advertisements are as false and misleading a3 the get-rich-quiek mining ads. When an acre of bananas yields $r,r worth of fruit a year the owner makes a profit cf GO per cent, which is considered a good return on an Investment even in Panama. When a planter cuts 240 bunches of bananas from one acre in a year It Is considered an enormous cutting. "The problem of getting good laborers In Socth America !s not as great as one would think. The Jamaica negro, who is worthless at any kind of work, seems to have been born to be a banana picker. Ho starts out early in the morning armed with a 'Jamaica beefsteak,' as the sugar cane Is called, and a machete. Between chews on the sugar cane ho cuts down the banana trees. Early in the afternoon he comes, back from the fields, his work for the day over. "The humidity of Central America causes sickness among the people, but does good to the crops. A planter puts the banana bulbs in the ground bofore he takes the timber from the land. Then he fells the trees, and in a few months they are decayed by the dampness of the air and are a good fertilizer for ' the' growing banana plants. In eight months the one bunch that each plant bears is cut off and the maiA stalk is also chopped down, to grow and bear another bunch in another eight months." Changed Ilia 3IInd. "Come up and see us to-night, old man." "All right, III be glad to." "Our daughter ia studying music "By jingo! I have Just remembered an engagement! I am sorry, but I cannot possibly come." "Pshaw! As I was about to 6ay, oui daughter Is studying music In Germany and we r f a little bit lone some." "I'll Just cut out the engagement and come anyhow." Houston Post A Discrepancy. Her When you married me, you deceived me about your salary. Him I did nothing of the kind. Her Why, you told me you got $200 a month. Him You misunderstood me. I said my position was worth $200 a month, and it i3. But my employers are stupid enough to pay me only $73. Cleveland Leader. Advice. "I'm sort o thlnkin about eh-heh! marryln again." said Uncle Totterly, who was old enough not to know better. "A han'some young wife kind o brightens up a home, an' heh! heh " "Well," grimly it plied the Old Codger, "all the advice I can offer you Is to select one that will look well in black." Puck. Not Meant for Ulna. Farmer HI. there! Can't you se-i that sign, "No fishing on these grounds?" Colored Fisherman C'se I kin see de sign. I'se culld, boss, but I ain't so Ignorant a3 ter fish on no grounds. I'm fishln in de crick Driftwood. Faalilonnhle Garb. Mrs. Crawford So hi3 wife is extravagant In dres3? Mrs. Crahshaw Very. Just now she's getting a coat of tan at a hundred -dollar-a-week seaside resort.Puck. An 1'iiiiiiinl 'Iii eine. "He's a queer fellow." "In what way?" "Always talking about the happy marriages ho knows of." Kansas City Journal.

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"'S'"'",'Ir-' !- S "Oh, Auntie Nell, tell us a really and truly true story about Thanksgiving when you were a little girl." And little Deulah climbed into my lap, while I have Moore and Johnny clustered about my chair. "A really and truly true story of Thanksgiving when I was a little girl." I repeated. "I'm not sure, children, that Thanksgiving then was very much different than It Is now to you little men and women." "Oh, yes, auntie, I'm quite sure It must have been," hetran Moore, in the dear little Important way of his. "You see you lived in the country on a farm, while we" with a note of regret in his tone "have always lived in the city." "And a farm is so much nicer!" added lima. "All right, my dears, then here goes for a story of how we spent Thanksgiving on th farm. For more than a week before Thanksgiving the house took on the most delicious ouors, and we children you know there were seven of us went sniffing around and peering Into every mysteriously covered pot and pan. There was stewing of pumpkin and chopping of mince meat, boiling of cider, and I don't know what all, not to mention a huge fruit cake already baked and stored away In a big crock in the cellar. At las, after oh! such a long time of waiting, came the day. For you see, children, not only did it bring us such a feast of good things to oat; but a host of uncles and aunts and city cousins little folks, just like you. Just think of the fun we would have!" "Oho, how I wish we had cousins living on a farm," said Johnny, regretfully. ' "Well, as soon as breakfast was over out we would tumble Into the snow, for It seems to me I can scarcely remember Thanksgiving without snow." "Then your grandpa would harness the horses and drive to the station for the company. How anxiously we watched the road for their return, and what a shout from both sides when they drove in sight. "Then the chatter and frolic commenced and was kept up until the dinner bell rang. In a great big kitchen wan a long table set" "in the kitchen," interrupted lima, with amazement in her blue eyes, "who ever heard of eating a Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen?" "Yes, indeed. Miss Dainty, in the kitchen." "Farm-houses then were not always Luilt with dining-rooms, but the kitchen was very large and bright. "There, extending the whole length, stood the table, literally loaded. And what do you suppose was thG enterpiece?" "Pwetty flowers," lisped Ieulah. "A pile of fruit," shouted Johnny. I shook my head. "Neither," said I. 'but the tiniest 'squealer I expect you children' ever saw." The look of blank amazement which greeted this announcement caused me to burst into a hearty laugh. "You ignorant Jittle things." I exclaimed, "don't you know what a 'squealer Is? Why, a pig to be sure. There in the center of the table was a little roasted pig, with a bright red apple In its mouth." The children gave a scream of delight. "Oh-oh-oh! How cute it must have teen." "But didn't you have no turkey," broke in Johnnie, who had never studled grammar. "Of course we had turkey, and cranberries, and " "Thweet potatoes?" Inquired Beulah, anxiously. "Yes, sweet potatoes, and pudding and pie, until we imagined we would not want anything more to eat until Christmas." "What did you do then?" "Well, then came the best part of all. We children were allowed to go up into the parret. There, with a big fire blazing in an old chunk stove, we romped and played without fear of disturbing the older ones. We played hide and teek among the old chests, we swung in a rope swing hanging from one of the rafters. We rumaged through boxes Tilled with old-fashioned garments and dressed up In them and played 'keeping house' and company. Then as the shadows began to gather in the corners of the garret and the firrJIpht peeped through crevices und danced upon the floor we gathered around the fire and told ghost stories until the younger ones shivered with frisht and gladly v.'clcomed mother's voice calling from the foot of the FUirs, 'IJedtime, little folks,' and a tired little regiment marched down the stairs, dinned white uniforms and was off to the land of

dreams. That's the way Thanksgiving day ended when I was a little glrL" "Oh, how lovely," murmured all, and each drew a long, long breath. Elmlra Telegram. Utile Willie' riinnkfulncx. In Sunday school last Sunday our teacher says to me : "And are you thankful, Willie? You surely ouslit to be." And when I toM her "Yes. ma'am." she says: 'Tlia's riht, my dear; Xow tell us why you're thankful, so all the class may hear." I couldn't Feem to hardly remember what to say, T.ut still I knew blame well I was thankful, anyway ; And all the class was valtin", and I renicmlered then, Hut didu't like to tell till the teacher spoke a;,' a In. I ast her to excuse me ; she kept on ur;ia', though "And you mustn't tell no flMiers, 'cause (iod'll know, you know;" S I told her 1 was thankful fer that's the truth, you see 'Cause pa's got rheumatizzum, and can't chase after me. S. E. Klser. J Indeclded. The Newsboy Extry! Price of turkeys gone up! The Turk Huh! I don't know whether to feel flattered or to take to the woods! Detroit Free Press. ThankaRivIntc Fun. The drop-stitch cranberry pie will soon be ia our midst. Chicago Tribune. Mose Yallerby Have some corn? Turkey No, thank you unless you offer it to me with both hands ! Puck. "Why are you crying, my little man?" "Oh, boo-hoo-hoo ! Ma's stuffing the Thanksgiving turkey with health food." Judse. The Dog Feeling pretty blue? The Turkey You needn't talk. I'd rather be stuffed than c sausage, any day. Smart Set. Mr. Turkey The farmer's wife said I was getting fat. Mrs. Turkey How vulgar! She calls it "embonpoint" in herself. Puck. Willie This is an up-to-date turkey, papa. Papa In what way, Willie? Willie Why, it has druailess drum-sticks. New York Times. First Turkey Poor Gobbler took sick and died last night. Second Turkey How sad! In a few more days he might have given up his life for his country. Harper's Iiazar. "Died from eatin too much turkey," was what they told Ilrother Dickey of a late brother. "Goodness gracious I" he exclaimed; "heaven on earth, en heaven ahead er him!" Atlanta Constitution. "I am very sorry, Victor, to think you were such a glutton. Are you not sorry yourself that you ate so much turkey?" "Yes. mother, 'cause I hadn't any room left for the mince pie." Harper's Pazar. First Turkey Gobbler is a pr?tty slick article. Second Turkey What is he up to now? First Turkey Stole a package of breakfast food and eats some every morning to develop his muscles. Judge. Mickey Say, Jimmie, does yer s'pose dere reely is folks wot has a dinner like dis ev'ry day? Jimmie Naw. If dey eat like dis ev'ry day, wot would dey do when dey wanted ter blow deirselves? Iirooklyn Life. Papa (at the Thanksgiving dinner) THE

Tommy, you mustn't eat so much. Everybody will be calling you a little "jrlutton." Do you know what that is? Tommy I supnos it's a big glutton's little boy. Philadelphia Ledger, Mrs. Snowe 'Liza, yoh wanter tell do Lawd dat yoh mouty grateful for dis Thanksgivin' Day. Liza Ah done told Him, mammy, an' it seem ter me dat He iy: "Don't mention it, chile, dis ain't nuiBi' ter wot 30h gwine ter git awn Chris'mus." Brooklyn Life. Mrs. Neebud You should not blame me. John ; I followed the directions of the recipe book. I left the turkey in the oven four hours. John (trying to be tender) But was the oveu hot, dearest? Mrs. Neebud Oh, you are so cruel, John! How can you expect me to think of everything? Smart Set. Johnny Pa, what is tact? Wise Ta Tact, Johnny, is knowing how to do things without appearing to be doins thorn. For instance, I asked Mr. Aridman to Thanksgiving dinner, and incidentally I remarked that your mother would entertain us on thj piano. Mr. Aiidruan said he was so sorry he couldn't come. Boston Transcript. "My patrons," said the marketman to ?Ir. Meddergrass, "complain that those I.-st turkeys I sold them, and. which I got from you. had a pronounced gamy tlavor." "It's them fool boys o mine," hushed Mr. Meddergrass, slapping his thigh. "Their ytiww told 'en not to play s-even-up any more, an' it made 'em so mad they chopped up their deck o cards an mixed it with the turkey feed." Judge.

Quite Unexpected. "Will you please carve the turkey, Mr. Grizzly?'' asked the landlady. lit. Grizzly, a malevolent scowl shoeing on his forehead, picked up the carving knife as a warrior seizes tho sword and attacked the fowh Slic; after sliee of, the juicy white meat fell away as though it were snjw yielding to the breath of early spring. Joints came apart as easily as a child's block-house is knocked down. Mr. Grizzly began to puff and pant. A strange look of bewilderment came into bis eyes. The" cranberry sauce came on the table. It was perfect. It did not, as had been expected, have the thickness and stringiness of glue. Mr. Grizzly was breathing hard. And so it went through ail the dinner, and when at last lie failed to find a hair pin and two or three marbles in the mince pie, he turned white as a sheet and fell to the floor. Physicians were summoned and labored over him for hours. When at last he returned to consciousness, li muttered: "Fourteen years in n boarding house, and heaven at last !" Judge. Appropriate. "You say you always visit your best girl on Thanksgiving day?" "Yes." "Why?" "Well, the President's proclamation directs that we go to some place of worship on that day." A Merger. Regular Customer There used to be two or three little bald spots on the crown of my head, away back. Are they there yet? Barber No, sir, It ain't so bad as all that. Where those spots used to be, sir, there's only one now. There must be some mistake about orange juice being good for you: it Is so pleasant to take. Your credit may money is better. be good, but yrur VOX POPULI! 1009 PUMPKIN IS CONDEMNED TO

TED'S STOBY OF THANKSGIVING.

We had all at down to dinner oa that ;la3 Thanksgiving lay There were uncles, aunts and oousia3 who had come from far away Hat before he carved the turkey grandpa turned to little Ted; "Can you tell us why we celebrate Tbaaksgiving Day?' he said. Now Tel was only six, but be knew tu story well. And he drew himself up proudly, for 'twas one lie loved to tell. "Tbe Pilgrims wished to worship God the way that thev thought bet. Cut the king said they must go to church aloD- with all the rest. 'So they fie.l across the ocean and they came right over here; 'Twas just as cold as could be 'twas the winter of the year; ' And our country then was different, and of course there was no dock. So the whole one hundred of 'em had to land on Plymouth Hock. "It was such a hard, cold winter that they died off thick and fast. Dut finally it waa over and the spring had come at last ; And when the Pilgrims gathered In their harvest in the fall. They felt 60 very happy, they were thankful, one and All. "And they thought they'd iet apart a day In which to praise und pray. And they also had a feating which they called Thanksgiving Day. And that is why we keep it when our cro)s are gathered in, Because ve, too, are thankful to have filled eaci loft and bin. "And I'm thankful to the Pilgrims because they made the day. For I like a good big dinner and a time to romp and play." And when our Ted had finished, "That was well told," grandpa said. And the aunts and ancles shouted, "Here's three cheers for littl? Ted!" St. Nicholas. HOW TO SELECT A TURKEY. Get a Young Illrd from Vermont If Von Can The newt Pumpkin. "Just because the President's turkey comes from Rhode Inland don't jump to the conclusion that Little Rbody turkey is the only kind to buy," said a Center marketman the other day. "Of course it sounds well to pay that your bird is cousin to the President's bird, but just as good turkeys come from Vermont and Michigan as from Rhode Island. "To tell the truth, the majority of Thanksgiving birds are raised in those two States and are sent to Rhode Island just before Thanksgiving to be fattened. They could be fattened just as well at home, but a Rhode Island reputation is worth 5 cents a pound more. "If you're wise, though, you'll ask for a Vermont turkey, for then you'll get a bird just as good, just as fat as the Rhode Island grand, but you won't be taxed for the Rhode Island reputation. "Another thing. Don't shy so at a frozen turkey. I have eaten turkeys that have been frozen for months, and you could not tell but what they were fresh turkeys. "And don't insist on your turkey being too fat, if you want a young, tender bird. It is too early in the season for a young turkey to be fat. The proper thing to ask for is a young torn turkey. "If tie clerk is very anxious that you take a fat turkey, get suspicious. Remember, too, that a pretty looking bird is not always the tenderest. Often a disreputable specimen Is the sweetest and tenderest. And, of all things, be sure to get on the good side of the clerk. "if you want the best Thanksgiving pumpkin pie you ever tasted buy the small pumpkin of exceedingly reddish color. Run your hand over it to see if it is fine grained. The big yellow pumpkins look beautiful, but the small red ones have them beaten a mile for flavor. "Now, if this pie is made properly, with the pumpkin about seven-eighths of an inch thick, with little spice, and baked so that a mottled yellow and brown glaze appears across the top, pop it into the refrigerator as soon as it has cooled a little and let it freeze. Let it freeze stiff, and you'll have the most delicious pie you ever tasted." Washington Post. An Explanation. "Honest. Mr. Turkey, I wasn't looking for you. I was just goin' out to the barn to cut my corns." Decline of Thanksgiving;. There has been for several years past a rapid decadence in the observance in this country of sentimental holidays, both secular, and religious. The secular observance of Labor day, Decoration day, the 22d of February and the Fourth of July and the religious observance of Thanksgiving day, Christmas and Easter have declined constantly for a long time, but in a most marked manner for the last ten years. There has been no disposition to abandon these days as holidays, but they have been gradually turned into days of recreation and sport. Some of the elderly people regard this change with pain. When the veterans of the Civil War see Decoration day devoted to races, football and picnics they heave a sigh, and when old-fashioned New England Christians see the way in which Thanksgiving day is prostituted to the same amusements they consider it nothing less than desecration. In the case of Thanksgiving day, which has such tender social and religious associations, who can blame the patriarchs for smiting on their bi easts when they see what it has come to'i ' At this time of the year their minds wander back to the neat little village in which they were born. They recall not only the bounteous feast that was spread, but the loving family reunion, with its joyful and its sadder notes. They hear the tolling of the bell for the hour of worship, they see voe little church crow led with devout worshipers and they h-jar the long and earnest thanksgiving 6ennon. It has all vanished like the baseless fabric of a vision and left not a rack behind. How can they be anything but sad? While younger people may not be able to regard the change in the light of sacrilege, nobody can well doubt that society and human nature are the poorer for the desuetude of these sentimental holidays. The feelings of patriotism inspired by some of them, the filial and fraternal affection kept alive by others and the religious sentiments aroused by others constitute a distinct loss. The substitution of various sports and a day of dissipation is a bitter mockery of the elevated enjoyments which used to mark these occasions. Chicago Chronicle. PIE.

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LAWYER ACCUSED OF BURGLARY Citizen I lonnd Wounded After Watchman Shoots Ilobbcr. The culmination of a remarkable series of burglaries in Clcverdale cama the other morning -when John C. Aksrs, an attorney, editor of the Graphic, was shot and duigeroii-ly wcuiided by Jerry Bunninp, a watchman. Duatting avers that Akers was in disguise nd in the act of robbing Denny'a Jtore. Punning af-mpted to arrest ;he robber and in the struggle a xaasli nd other portions of the disguise vere torn oft. Tae burglar fired at he watchman, and a pistol fight followed, which culminated In th vounding of the burglar. He fell, and A'hile the -watchman ran for assist ince, recovered and escaped. A posse rent to Akers ouse, but was delayed for a time by hLs -wife. Akera was t bund badlj wounded. JCIFE SENTENCE rOE MURDERER. lorj- Find John IVlUon Guilty of Killinff His Wife. . The jury in the case of the date gainst John Wilson, on trial in Conersville the third time on the charge if murdering his wife, returned a verJict of guilty with a sentence of life imprisonment. The jury was out ifteen hours. Wilson was stoical rhile the verdict was ibeing read, but ater broke down and cried after retiming to jail. He said not a word at iny time, however. HEIR OF REJECTED SUITOR. Woman Left $40,000 by Man She Itefuted to Marry. Mrs. Alpha Mack, a widow, owning halrshop In the State Life Building )n Indianapolis, has fallen heir to an pstato vorth between $40,000 and $30,000 through the will of John Hastings, 43 years old, a suitor 'Ahona she refused. He lived near Asheville, N. C and an attorney has notified Mrs. Mack of his. death and her good fortune. Step on 11 lee and Ia Slain. Arthur Smith, an aged Civil war veteran, and known to many as "Dad," was kicked to death in Terre Haute by a negro because he accidentally stepped on a dice while walking by a place where a number of negroes were engaged in a game of craps. Sam Swope, a giant negro, who is alleged to have killed Smith, fled after the crime. Jail Lawyer for Dad Check. Roy Sheneman, assistant state's attorney of St. Joseph county, was brought to La Porte and placed in jail charged with passing a fraudulent check for $133 on L. R. Cass, the Westville banker. The authorities allege that Sheneman has been cashing fraudulent checks for several months. He is prominently connected. Preacher Coufee pigramy. Rev. Harlan White, 56 years old. who is alleged to have deserted hiä third wife at Neway-jo, Mich., weeks ago, and gone on a visit to his second wife at Osgood, Ind., was arrested in Marion and in court confessed bigamy. White admitted using his third wife's money to visit his second wife, eay the polic;! Thieve Rob a Paraonaarc Thieves entered the parsonage of the Methodist Episcopal Church at New Harmony, while the pastor, the Rev. A. L. Bennett, was filling the pulpit In a church nearby, and stole money and valuables. llnak Corn n Day for Charity. W. P. Deering, president of the Oakland City College, and a party of students worked all day husking corn. The money they fnade will be given to the Young Men's Christian Association. Killed In Salmon Drawl. Loui3 Fox was instantly killed in Wadsville, by Chris Vogt in a saloon brawl. Vogt claims self-defense and surrendered to the officers. Endt iter Life m;h Acid. Mrs. Emma Prouty, 20 years old, committed suicide in Vincennes by swallowing an ounce of carbolic acid. MINOR STATU XTX3IS. James Quincy Dye wa3 killed by falling fourteen feet down an elevator shaft in Peru. Ruby Angel, the 9-year-old daughter of Robert Angel, was struck by a street car in Evansville and killed. Mrs. Samuel Good, northern Indiana's richest woman, died in South Bend at the age of 79 years. She leaves an estate estimated to be worth $S00,000. Death was caused by typhoid fever. In a formal proclamation by Governor Marshall, Thursday, November 25th, has been et aside for the observance of the annual Thanksgiving Day In this state. Clay McDonald, wealthy farmer, died In Washington from the effects of injuries received in a runaway. His injuries were pronounced by physicians as slight and he apparently bore out this statement until within one minute of death, when he suddenly ex pired. A fire of unknown origin destroyed almost half of the business district of Cayuga. Loss, $60,000. Mr3. Arthur Risley, who lives near Petersburg, was fatally burned when her clothes became Ignited from leaves she was burning in her yard. The body of Clarence McDowell of Elgin, 111., was found in the river at South Bend. He committed suicide after losing his money at gambling. Alva Evans, a farmer, ?ged 23, was found dead hanging in his barn near Bedford, having committed suicide. He leaves a wife and four children. Thomas Hamilton, 33 years old, a white miner, and Charles Johnson, a negro, quarreled In front of the former's home In' Vincennes and the negro shot Hamilton, inflicting a fatal abdominal wound. Johnson escaped. Joseph Losue was acquitted in Terr Haute of the charge ,of murdering: John Small two yjars ago vhile ejecting him from r.n Intcrurban car. The rational organizatlea of trainmen, of which Small was a member, complained to Governor Marshall that tho traction company had been delaying the trial