The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 35, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 28 December 1911 — Page 3

| UMro |1 By JEROME SPRAGUE | "co"yrl"ut, Literary Press.) ■

On the morning of Thanksgiving day Sandy Marks, the lighthouse keeper, surveyed with disfavor the cold gray scene which lay before him when he opened his door, “It is a nice thing for a man of my age,” he grumbled, “to eat boiled bacon and dry bread on a day when all the rest of the nation is eating turkey.” As a rule his pride in his work had kept Sandy Marks contented. He had been happy when his appointment as keeper of the light had come, and he had enjoyed to the utmost the first few weeks that he spent in the pretty house furnished for his use. But as the days passed, and’ the winter had come upon him, with early snowstorms, whose whirling flakes shut him away from the rest of the world, he sometimes wished that he need not travel the miles of desolate beach to reach the main shore. Thera were times when he dared not leave the lighthouse, when every moment must be spent in looking after the great light, and even when he whistled like the Miller of Dee. “I care for nobody, no not I, since nobody cares for me,” he missed the human com. panionship which should have been his bj’ right of youth and strong personal attractions." ' There had been a time when Sandy had thought of marrying. But some-1 how he had not found his ideal woman. He had had a dream of some wonderful beauty, whose loveliness should shine like a star in the quiet of the little home in the shadow of the lighthouse. But he knew no such woman. He sighed a little as he went about InMKqyk. He wondered if any one of him. guess it is just you and me today, Piper,” he said to his shaggy dog as they came in together from the chilly out-of-doors, and Sandy prepared to read a week-old paper. The paper reminded him of little Sue Salter. She was the teacher at the little town on the mainland. She , was- a demure little thing, like a brown wren, and it was she who had sent the paper to Sandy. He wondered why she did it. He had never paid her any attention, because in a sense, he stood in awe of her “learning.” He was a plain man and not a man of books. Indeed little Sue Salter was the kind of woman that Sandy would,,have liked to marry, but fie had not dared think of her as his wife. How could he ask her to keep his house? She would be above common tasks. He laid the paper aside with a sigh, and then went to the window. A light snow was falling and the strip of sand looked deserted and bare. Suddenly Piper barked. “What is it old fellow?” Sandy demanded. Piper barked again. Sandy went to the door and opened it. Coming swiftly up the path'"he saw a woman. She had on a rubber coat and soft felt hat, and in her hand she carried a basket. “Os all things!” he exclaimed afid went down to meet her. . • “It is Sue Salter,” was his wondering .remark as he came up to her. She nodded gayly. She was out of breath, and her cheeks and her eyes were bright. “I {bought perhaps you couldn’t leave the light,” she said, “so I brought you some Thanksgiving dinner.” ‘Piper sniffed at the basket with an air of interest. “He smells, the turkey,” she said. “You don’t mean it! You haven’t brought turkey,” Sandy cried incredulously. “Yes, I have.” Sue opened the basket and produced the good things. Besides the turkey, there were cranberry sauce and celery, and mince pie, and all the other things which belong to the feast of the festive day, all cooked and ready to serve“And you wrnlked all the way with this heavy basket?” Sandy said.. “J can’t understand why you should do such a thing for me.” Little Sue sat down in a big chair and looked at him. “I thought you would be lonely,” she said, “and I know what loneliness is. Nobody asked me to have Thanksgiving dinner with them. It just happened so, and I haven’t any hard feeling, because I know itzfs family day, and I haven’t any fatally. But I made up my mind to have Thanksgiving turkey if I had to eat it alone. So I benight the things and had them cooked, and last night, when I pulled down my curtain, I saw your light shining out over the water, and I began to wonder what kind of a day you would have, you and Piper. I knew you hadn’t been in town for supplies, and I fancied you did not dare leave the light. So, as I could not invite you to my Thanksgiving dinner, I resolved to 'bring it to you. It was a case of two lonely people who might have a little cheerfulness and companionship if they could get together. “Well,” Sandy faltered, “I don’t know how I am going to thank you. I did not suppose you knew I was in the world; you always seem ’way up above me, you know, with your books and learning.” "Oh, but I like other things besides books, and now, if you will lend me j an apron, I will set the table and wo |

will warm up the dinner and have our feast.” Such a great feast it was with Piper to finish up the bones! Then came the dish-washing, in which Sandy did the hard part and little Sue the finishing off. Later there was a long hour of talk, and at last little Sue announced that she must go, but Sandy urged her to stay a little longer, for her frank friendliness, her absence oi self-consciousness made her very charming. When finally she insisted that she must leave, the storm had advanced to a point which made her return difficult; and Sandy, alive at last to the danger of the situation, knew he must , get her back, or subject her to the i kind of gossip that went the rounds ■ of the little town. In her attitude to- i ward him he read only a desire to be I a good friend. But the world would i not believe this, and the gossips | would have it that she was “running : after him.” a ! Yet he dared not leave his post, the night was coming on and his first I duty was to the light. He explained to her. “I am going to have Piper go with you,” he said, “If anything happens that you can’t : get through you must send him back to me, and I will come, even if I have to leave the light.” So away she went with Piper, a little reluctant, at her heels. Sandy watched her ttatil the falling flakes shut her out.. Them he went back to sit by the fire and dreani of her as she had sat opposite him at the table, j It was late that night when Piper came back alone. To his collar was fastened a note, in which little Sue said that she had reached home safely, that she was none the worse sot

a —i A twi Oft T" ' / I Stii I “I Guess It Is Just You and Me To day, Piper.” \ her long walk and much pleased with the memory of her happy day. Sandy turned the note and put it away with his mother’s picture and the Bible his father had given him. After that he always stopped in tc see little Sue when he went intc town—he made his loneliness and hers his excuse. She greeted him always without self-consciousness and seemed to put him on a basis of friendship which made it impossible to talk of love. But the day came when Sandy persisted in talking of love. He tolu Sue of his own loneliness. “It doesn’t seem that I ought to ask you to live out there with me and Piper and the light,” he finished awkwardly, “but 1 want you so much.” Little Sue studied him gravely. “1 am glad you told me,” she said, “but I am not quite sure that I Want to marry. I shall have to think about it Sandy.” And she did think about it and when the next Thanksgiving came, the cooked Sandy’s dinner in her own home beneath the great light, and Sandy and Piper, in adoring attendance, watched her and loved her,, and repaid her by their devotion for all the loneliness of past years. White Gloves as a Taximeter. “It is sometimes strange to not* what most impresses one from » small town,” said a young woman at luncheon in the St. Regis. “A cousin of mine from the Pacific coast look? upon the thousands of white glove: worn and soiled by women in New York every day as a frightful extrava gance. She says one can always tel. how long a woman has been awaj from home by the appearance of hei gloves, just as a taximeter records distance. ‘There is someone wht lives within a few blocks,’ she will say. ‘I can tell by her gloves. They are very white.’ “Then she is impressed by the gor geous wraps heavily trimmed with fur, and the earrings that now form an important part of every welldressed woman’s costume. These dangling ornaments have not yet become frequent sights in the small towns.—-New York Herald. Snails In Season. Snails are “in” like oysters, and abundant. They also are only to be eaten in months with an “r.” The writer has had a course of them several times, but in most restaurants they are reserved as in France for a treat on Sundays. The snails should really be dormant at this season, and they are sealed up with a thin shell of plaster. The mild weather has livened them up, and they break through to crawl up bottles in the restaurant window. All are of the Burgundy type, and go best with red i wine.—London Chronicle.

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TOM IS GIVEN BIG SURPRISE Man Answers Advertisement Inserted by Wife Offering to Sell Old Family Lawn Mower. = “A neighbor of mine,” said Tom Dunn, “used to bore everybody in' the train by bemoaning the vagaries of his lawn mower. He had ab- it ten square feet of lawn that he used to shave every other day. His lawn mower, however, seemed possessed of a mischievous demon of some sort. It would alternately fail to cut grass at all and dig great furrows in the soft turf. He tried to sell it, but no one would take it as a gift. At last one morning he showed me an advertisement in a paper ottering for sale at a ridiculously low rate ameerless lawn mower that was warranted to cut grass as evenly as a patent razor. The owner's address would be furnished at the office of the newspaper. A “ ‘l’m going to get that peerless lawn mower this very day,’ chortled my neighbor, ‘and take it home to my wife as a surprise this afternoon. She’s leen wild to get rid of the old mower. From the description this new one is hst what we’ve been yearning for. Ind tonight I'll throw the old one into he dust bin.’ “The following day we were in the lame train again, and I expected to be bored by a glowing account of the glorious new lawn mower. But, to my surprise, its possessor seemed trying to avoid me. “‘How about the new lawn mower?’ ( asked. “ There is no new lawn mower,’ he answered shortly. “ ‘But that advertisement —* “‘But that advertisement,’ he replied with terrible solemnity, ‘was inserted by my wife.’” Partly at Home. A good old Scotch unexpectedly on a widow wha lives in a cottage on the outskirts o» the village, surprised her in the washing a lot of clothes. She ( hurriedly hid behind a clotheshorse aAd told her little boy to say that she was out. The visitor knocked at the door. “Well, Jamie,” he said, “and where is your mother?” “My mother’s not in; she’s down street on a message,” promptly replied the lad. “Indeed,” replied the minister, with a glance at the bottom of the screen. “Well, tell her I called; and say that the next time she goes ‘ down the to the village she should take her feet with her.” —Ladies’ Home Journal.

O IN THE MUSEUM. 0 rrrr / ] ‘ k y ” V KIJ/fK —rs M«’/ tSHpJ W The Armless Wonder (after the show) —What are you playing? The Fat Boy—Seven-up. Do you ■want to take a hand? Encore. One day Mark Twain was being shaved by a very talkative barber and was forced to listen to many of his anecdotes. The barber had to strop his razor, and when he was ready, brush in hand, to commence again, he asked: “Shall I go over it again?” "No, thanks,” drawled Mark. “It’s hardly necessary. I think I can remember every word.”—Everybody’s Magazine. At .the Football Game. "Os course, we have to use our star men sometimes,” explained the football enthusiast, “but we’re always worried for fear we’ll lose one of them.” “I know just how it is,” responded the young bride. “I feel that way about my best teacups.” Diagnosed. "That’s a smart thing I’ve done,” said the doctor to his assistant. “What’s that, doctor?” “I have put my signature in the column ‘cause of death’ in this death certificate.” —Tit-Bits.

LAUGH WAS ON STOREKEEPER Tobacconist Finally Discovers Identity of Man Who Entered Store Every Night. A tobacconist who recently bought a new business is telling of an odd occurrence which turns the laugh against himself. On the first night of his ownership a shabbily dressed man about sixtyfive years old came into the shop, walked to the cigar lighter and ignited the tobacco in a dirty clay pipe. After blowing a huge cloud of foul-smelling smoke about the place, he walked out without making a purchase or speaking a word. The tobacconist was a bit nettled at the man’s air *of familiarity, but imagined he might be some crony of jthe former proprietor and had not learned of the transfer of the business. When the little old man appeared every night for a week and repeated his pine-lighting performance, however, the tobacconist decided to remonstrate, and stepped in front of the intruder as he was about to go. “Who are you. sir?” he demanded. “Why,” exclaimed the little old man, in apparent amazement, “don’t you know who I am?” “No!” almost shouted the dealer in tobacco. “Sure you ought to know me by this time,” was the reply. “I am the man that comes in every night and lights me pipe.” HE MEANT JOKES. I ...... - »— OMU The Young Political Orator—ln mj speech last night I told my hearers the truth. The Political Orator —They prefer stories.

Heredity. A man who from the humblest beginnings had rissn to eminence one day calledslis cNldren about him. “My children,”’ said he, “I aifc providing each of you with an income of |2o,ofib a year, in order you may be spared from the struggle which has been my lot, and so have leisure for developing your natural bent.” One of the children drank himself to death in a few years, another drifted uselessly about the world in search of amusement and soon grew so bored that he cursed the day’he was born, while a third essayed to achieve social position and was divorced foui times before she was thirty. The world, meanwhile, was not blind. “Greatness,” it observed, sage ly, “is hot hereditary.”—Puck. Justice. Hank Hoss of Tin Can vvas accused of stealing a mule, but a Tin Can jury brought him in “not guilty.” This disgusted the' spectators and the judge, and the judge, voicing the general opinion, said: “Gentlemen, of the jury, you have erred grievously. Gc back, reconsider the evidence, and see if you cannot give us a verdict in ao cordanec with right and justice.” Crestfallen, the jury retired a sec ond time. They were out about ten minutes. On their return the judge said: “And now, gentlemen, your ver diet is?” “Guilty,” said the foreman A sigh of relief went up from the crowded court, and the judge remarked: “Correct! We hanged him two hours ago.”—Argonaut. Economical. “Yes.” said the intelligent looking lady, “I am terribly interested in this new health fad—the one in which yoi. cure all ailments by going without the east, I hear —and I’ll do anything I can to get it introduced in this sec tion of the country.” “Why’ are you so enthusiastic about it?” ventured the gentleman ad dressed. “Are you a physician, & health cure faddist or a ” “Oh, no. I keep a boarding house.” Suited Her As He’ Was. “I hope he'll reform when you arc married,” remarked a young lady to a friend who was engaged. “I don’t,” was the response. “Why, he spends every penny he earns.” “I know that,” said the prospective wife, “but he spends it on me!”— Stray Stories. So Much Safer. “Son, I wish you wouldn’t play foot ball this season. It worries your mother.” “I must have some excitbment, lad.” “Well, be a good boy and I’ll let you enlist in this European war.” Very Similar. Mrs. Ecru— Although I have bee» to school and college and am snp posed to be educated, I always mix ut chose two countries —Rococo sita Morocco.—Meggendorfer Blaetter.

GOSTS LESS THAN 551 CENTS A BUSHEL TO | RAISE WHEAT IN CANADA. A FREQUENT QUESTION ANSWERED. Western Canada probably suffered less from weather conditions during the year of 1911 than did almost any - other portion of the country. Seeding was most successful and the growing conditions up to July were never bet- | ter. Crops of all kinds showed won- i derful growth at that time and were universally good.. but there was not j the usually excellent ripening weather in August and the effects of this were i felt. , Many fields that late in July promised 40 and si> bushels yield of ' w heat were reduced to 25 and 30 bushels. while some of course gave the full expectancy and others somewhat , less. The quality was also lowered, i In face of tlfese conditions, it is found that during the months of September j and October, the total amount of eon- ! tract wheat marketed and ins-pected was about 20 million bushels, which realized a total of IS million dollars. : the average price for this wheat being cents; that below contract | for the tw’o months was a little over i 15 million bushels, which at an aver- ■ age price of SSHa cents per bushel realized a little over eleven miftion i dollars, or a grand total for all wheat , 0? 35 million bushels, which realized a iotal of a little over thirty-one million dollars. On the first of November, there was in the hands of the farmers of Manitoba. Saskatchewan ami Alberta for sale and seed about 130 million bushels of wheat, from which fact rome idea may be had of the value of the wheat crop of 1911. A careful canvass made by the Winnipeg Free Press made of a number of men farming in a large way indioates that even with the extreme ex-\ pence of harvesting the crop, which has been caused by the bad weather i and difficulty in threshing, wheat hasy been produced and put on the market 1 for less than 55 cts. a bushel. The i average freight rate is not over ifc , cts. per bushel. This would make tha cost of production and freight 68 cts( ' v.nd would leave the farmer an actual, margin on his low-grade ’ wheat ofii cts. and for his high-grade wheat 7 of 19% cts.; and though this is not (' as large a profit, as the farmer has every right to expect, it is a profit not to be despLftl. and which should 1 leave a very fair amount of money tQ ‘

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