a THE FOREST REPUBLICAN b puMtihd Try Wtdn.id.y, by J. E. WENK. Offloe la BmVarbaugh & Co.'i Building ELM TRKET, TIONKSTA, T. Terms, II.BOprYr. Tie sntiferlptloos raedred fat 1 iharter period thsitVJhrao month. OqWMUpndenr. iollcltrd from D put of th onaLrr. ho none will bo takoa of snonrmoui WMlfiUlOcatlOM. RATES Or APVEWTUtMa On flqt toch &" t On. Sqoiro, en. Inch, on. montk. ........... I On Squire, on Inch, thro. montks. ....... 0 On. Sqnsrs, on loon, on. year - ! Two Sqn.rn, on. yesr. " Quarter Column, on year W 01 IJsIf Colnmn, on ynf ........... 0 00 On. Colnmn, on. Ju ....K Wl tdmtlMmnU Wa anti par Ua. ck to MrUo.. V arrUf notlec (ntto. AD WO fof yearly itrtlt eolloeto w tarty. Tamporary sdrerUsemenu awM k ptid U adraao. Jot work-euk n 4lrTy. b OREST CAN VOL. XXI. NO. 31. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 28, 1888. $1.50 PER ANNUM. REPUBLI ' Tho roller skating crazo is now at ill height In Washington Territory, Oregon and Manitoba. Various Japanese! towns nro building water works, tho Tokio works having proved so successful. There are no less than twclvo hundred thousand aliens residing in France, four hundred thousand of whom are in Paris. It is tho opinion of a scientist that the chances of a person in the nineteenth century reaching ono hundred years ol age are one in 18,800. Uniform time for the wholo of France -that of raris has lecn decided upon by the French Government, to commence with the opening of tho Universal Ex position, in 1889. ; Many of tho Nebraska Indians who have been admitted to citizenship hive be'Omo subscribers to tho daily press, and are fast gaining information on the living issues of the day. T1mt tho Indian is capable of civlliza li . i abundantly proved by a full, blooded (Vifornia Indian, who called at the otlico of tho Elko Jiiilrjwixlent and ordorcd a supply of visiting cards. 1 A "Christian Temperance Common wealth'' has obtained a location for n colony in British Columbia. Its pro moters contract, in return for tho labor of heads of families, to support the families. Tho Chinese, in California are endeav oring to head off tho movement to sup tunt them with boys in picking and lining fruit, by Kit .;-,' r.u:;'rous largo . . uit farms at Fresno. ' They are also inilding a packing houso at Sclna. An undertaker at Crescn, Iowa, states n an ndvertisement that he has a largo uinbor of debtors who, though now ving with their socond wives, have not tid the funeral expensos of their first ics, and if they do not do so in sixty )' he will publish their nnmcs. cventy per cent, of tho criminals of oil are uoabla to write, assorts the roit Free rrett, but ignoranco is not a vs linked with crlmo. There would no forgers if criminals did not know iv towrito. One-half tho crimes com- :ttd in Massachusetts nro ' well seated men and women. n exchango say : "Every ncwspv . Wisconsin and Minnesota over car o!d, receives f 100 for publishing :o general laws passed at each Legisla ture of their respective States. , If every .State in tho Union would adopt this plan, tho pcoplo would have no excuse for ignorance regarding the laws." Tho prevalence of suicides in all conn tries of civilization teems, says Dr. Felix S. Oswald, to increase in the exact pro portion to the fierceness of tlio struggle lur existence. The ' crowded kingdom of Saxony heads tho list, while self-mur dor is almost totally unknown in the sparsely settled and withal tolerably fcr- U.e highlands of Turkey and Norway. ' A philanthropic Mmc, Batifol estab lished some time ago an annual prize of I'OUO to the most deserving and indus trious young woman in; Paris. ? Tbo prizo has been awarded this year by the appointed jury to Mile. Terminaux, who has for years kept her father, mother, and half a dozen brothers and sisters by bolng a "cutter out" in a millinery shop. A liussian sergeant lias invented a method for the rapid construction of boats from tents. Upon experiment, in thirty mjnutes, . under the designer's diiection, a detachment of men chosen by hap hazard improvised several handy boats with the aid of green wood from a neighboring grove. Each boat readily supported four to six fully equipped soldiors. The daughter of the King of Shov has recently married the eldest son of King John of Abyssinia with a splendor un paralleled in modern ceremonies. The crown worn by the bride is regardel as the one which decked the head of tho Queen of Sheba. According to tho native records it has been in the posses sion of the Ethiopian kings for twenty five centuries. Secretary Endicott has signified his approval of tbe adoption of a novel weapon for the members of the hospital corps. It is, practically, a big jack knife, and seems to bo a cross between a short swoid such as Mr. Lawrence Bar rett's Roman soldiers wear arid a bowie knife. It is made of the liars t steel, and is to be worn strapped to the side. The weapon is not intended for offensive ac tion, since the members of the hospital corps aie classed by the General Confer ence of the Bed Cross as non-combatants. It is intended as an emergency weapon, to be uted as a carving knife, a splint maker, to whittle out an improvised lit ter, or for any one of tho thousand and one purposes for which a good jack kuifo conies in. The hospital corps will bu. supplied with the new knife at ouce, and wdi then be drilled in its varied applica-tions. THANK SGI VI NO, We look to the hills for rest; For strength wo turn to the soa; For the boon of these, and fair bequest Of teeming binds to the seaways, w. With joy give thanks. Best thanks for the favor Is The fullest use of the gift; And pleasure expressed is song of praise, And praise Is a prnyer whereby we lift 1'nccasing thanks. Now at the t'mo of the fenst, And of bursting granaries, Now sound of scythe on the grass has ceased, And reiera rest, with a sinilo of ease, Do we give thanks. But now at the fenst, alone, But ever, from June to June, While the harvest is budded and blown, By the glad thought of the heart in tune, Ilo we give thanks. By full deep p'easure one has," And so by he sweet, swift joy, A light of color and bloom of grass, Or tbe touch of winds, unceasingly Do we give thanks. For suns that mellow the fruit; For strong, clean winds and the snows Like a fold of fleece upon the root Of the oak, and the root of the rose, Do wo give thanks. Fordews and for warm, soft rains, That Infuse new bloo I in tho wood, For tho herb and vine that flushed the lanes, Through waving fields at the Bummer's flood, Do we give thanks. For thrill on tbo line of nerves, That leap in a quick response To music's touch, and the thrill that serves As the soul's appluuso to eloquence. Do we give thanks. For strength of the firm, lithe limbs, And wealth of body and long Deep reach of thought, and hope that skims Like a bird, our heaven for light, with song, Do we give thanks. For subtle force of the brain's Keen power, and the Mr thereof; For tbe jubilant blood in our veins. That leaps and bounds, when life is enough, Do we give thanks. By vigor of brain and thought, By reach of the sympathies, By much well doing and pleasure wrought By color of fields and flow of seas, Do we give thanks. Jennie Maxtcell Faine. 1IER THANKSGIVING DAY. BY HELEN FOREST OnAVRS. LL day there had been sweeps of stormy rain, with ragged fringes of cloud above the western horizon, and a raw chilli ness in the atmos phere. "lm arraia," said Mrs. Elston, ..1 ; . . W v tho kitchen win- L"vV s-i dow occaionally, fjy ns she went about her daily work, "we'ro goinsr to have a bad '1 hanksgiving day. Not but what ouo ought to be just us glad and thank ful, whethor it rains or tdrnes; b it it is provoking, when one has invited com pany from a distance. And I'nclu Lenuol won't driue over from Bayport with Aunt Ithoda, if itsnnws; and Suo Htaikey can't vont'iie out in a storm, wii-h her weak chest, and everything will go wrong 1" Toward night, howercr, the . sun burst triumphantly through the clouds, lightning up the sombre aisles of the lcailcss woods with red glenms, and touching with lines of lurid gold tbe edges of the waves that broke sullenly on Woodford Point. "It'll be line, after all," said Mrs. Elston. And she burst into little roulades of song, as she picked over the rod Bald win apples, set away the yellow, earthen Cowl of stewed cranberries, counted the pios, aud looked to see if the turkey was all pluckedritud dressed, ready for tbe mot row's oven. For I izzio Elston kept neither cook nor waitross, but depended on herself only for all the o household details, and no one understood better the necessity for a careful economy of time. She had iuvited l nele Lemuel and Aunt Hhodu, from Bayport, Miss Starkey, bcr whilom schoolmate, now the teacher of tho nearest district school, and Mr. and Mrs. Howard, who lived in the cot tage beyond tho sand dunes on the beat h. It was tho first Thanksgiving that Lizzie had ever kept, and she was de termined on haying it a success. "Hut all the preparations were com plete at last, even down to the countiug of the ancient, fiddle-shaped spoons, that were an heirloom from Lizzie's grandmother, and the old cups and plates, some blue edged, and lome cov ered with impossible landscapes, in the dullest shade of pink aud tbe young wife, looking down the road, saw Frank F.lston coming up from the wharf, a dark silhouette against the red glow of the sky. "I'll go and meet him," she said to herself. For 1 izzie had not been married long enough to forget all those graceful mem ories of the honeymoon time. Frank Elston, ibe captain of the little boat that plied between Bayport land ing and the nearest large town, met her with a smile and a kiss. St. "What have you got in the la-.ket, Fraukr" cried Lizzie, standing on tiptoe to peep under the lid of the willow re ceptacle that he carried. r m&km J. C.... "Oranges, puss!" said ho, with a nod of triumph. ''And some Concord grapos that were left of our last consignment, and Bcttloy let me have 'cm cheap." "Oh, Frank, how nice!" exclaimed the houscwifo, clapping her hands. "It will bo just what I want to give color and decoration to my table. And I baked tho chicken pies to-day after your mother's recipe, and I'm sure they nro going to bo perfectly splendid!" "Splendid, are they;" said Elston, smiling good humorcdly at his excited little wife. "Well, I'm glad of that. But, Lizzie, I forgot to tell you "What is it, Frauk?" with a half startled air. "You'ro going to have some company that you hadn't calculated on," said he. "Who, Frank? Not Abby Harte?" "No. It's a wrinkled little old woman, with a regular little old-fashioned cloak and quilted hood, with a mob cap under it. She's waiting at tho Point for her baggage to be unloaded, so I thought I'd jnst step up and give you a word of warning." "Baggage!" cried Lizzie, in conster nation. "What baggage? Is ibe going to stay?" ori' i sib 'd ' "There's boxes and boxes 1" said Frank, laughing. "And I've hired Billy Willett with his wheelbarrow to hoist 'em up to the house." "But, Frank, who is it? Why don't you tell me who it is.'" "Her name is Miss Barbara Babcock,'' said the Captain of the Sea Mew. "She comes from the State of lihode Island, and she says sho was a second cousin of your mother. And she's coming to spend Ihsnksglvin!; witu you 1" "Miss Barbara Babcock!" repeated Lizzie, tier fresh face crowing blank "Oh, I know now who it is Frank! All the relations used to dread Miss Barbara Babcock s visits. Sho had no home of her own, and was always wondering about the country with her fancy-work nnu her receipt-book: and, oh, r rank, sho was such a bore I I can't have her here!" "All right,ttion," said Captain Elston; "1 11 go bacK and tell her so. only, Lizzie " "WoU?" "Don't all this remind you a little bit of the old story of -the priest and the devil. "But, Frank, when I've invited all the neighbors ." "Yes, exactly so," said Frank, twist ing tho end of his red comforter around his linger. " 'Who is my neighbor?' That's just the question that the parable was inienaca to answer." Lizzie stood a minute, silently think ing. "Don't put yourself out, my dear," said tho Captain; "sho can get lodgings nt tho Wharf easily enough. But she's very old and feeble, and" "I understand," interrupted Lizzie; "and she's my neighbor. I'll go bacjt, Frank, aud warm up one of my chicken piei for supper. I didn't intend to hnvo ( anything but bread aud butter and cold i P'gs' feet, but of course sho is tired and 1 chilled, poor creature." , "That's my own little girl!" said Frank, with a caressing touch to tho ! stray locks which had escaped, like rings of spun gold from the border of Lizzie's rea-worsicu uooa. "i Know just now this sort of thing puts you housekeepers out, but somehow I felt sorrow for the old lady." But Lizzie could not help marveling a littlo when Miss Barby Babcock arrived on the scene. She was a little, dried-up old creature, with black, restless eyes, a cinnamon-colored "front," and a noso and chin that met in close proximity. "Po you aro Slary Smjlh's darter, nre you?" said sho. "I can jest remember you when you were a leetle girl, kneo high to a grasshopper, sewin' patch work. Well, 1 m glad 1 thought of comin' here to spend Thnnksgivin'. Sea air al ways did agree with me, and that's a dieadful nice craft that your husband is tho skipper of. I shouldn't wondor,'' she added, as she began on her second wedge of chicken-pie, "if I made up my mind to spend the winter here, and finish my silk curtains. I'm a-mikin' silk curtains, Elizabeth Ann sewin' strips of silk together, just like you sew carpet-rags and when it's all done, I'm goin' to borrow Leslie Johnson's old room and weave 'em up into the prettiest silk curtains you ever set eyes on. It'll be a pie unit winter's work for you and me won't it, Elizabeth Ann! P'raps you've got some old silk gowns you could sparer" she added, wistfully. "I need a littlo dark blue and sall'ron-color terror-cotter they call it nowadays. Worka in dreadful nice." Lizzie looked btwildercd; but the captaiu cheerily threw himself into the breach. "Oh, we haven't arrived at the dignity of ailk gowns yet, have we, Lizzie " f aid ho. "Take some of these crab-apples, Miss Babcock. They're very fine." The old woman sat down in the warm firelight, rubbing hor wriukled hands together. "It's warm aud comfortablo here," said she. "I wonder I never thought of comin' to Elizabeth Ann's before. De sire Johnson didn't want me. She said old folks was too much care. Lucy Wilcox was too fine a ludy to notice her old Aunt Kai'oy; and my Cousin Max well as good as turned me out of doors. But Elizabeth Ann is her mother right over again the kindest hearted creetur that ever breathed. I'm glad I come here to Thanksgivin'. I guess I'll stay." She said all this aloud, in her strange, croaking voice, although she evidently imagined that she was only thinking it. "Frank," whispered Mrs. Elston, snuggliug close up to her husband, "I think she U flighty. She's so very old, you know; she must be eighty, at the very least." "Who is my neighbor?" Frauk re sponded, softly. "1 thiuk your duty is plain in this iutmcc, my dear." The little old relation was busy sew ing at her balls of paiti-colored silk strips when the Thanksgiving company arrived, next day, and ia taerly in terviewed them as to the cast-off silk dress question. J-.ncli was or a diliorcnt opinion, but all wcie adverse to tho stranger. "Lizzie, I wouldn t stand it!" cried Mrs. Howard, a gay young neighbor. "An old crone like that, to como hero and settle right down on you, like the Old Woman of the Sea! Why, l never henrd such impudence in my lifo !" Aunt KliOcla snook her head solemnly. "Barbara Babcock used to viit around in York State," said she, "when I lived there. She was a dreadful trial, and there warn't none of her relations but was glad to be rid of her. I wouldn't like to undertake the care of her!" "But sho's old, Iihoda," said Uncle Lemuel ; and she's had a stroke or two, folks say. I dunno what's to become of her cf Elizabeth Ann sends her away." "I won't send her away," said Lizzie. "She shall have a home here. Frauk doen't object, and we maybe feeble and friendless ourselves some day." "Frank don't know what he's under takin'," said Aunt iihoda. "I hain't as much patience with the old creetur' as I should hevhad, ef she hadn't squandered away all her money, buyin' lottery tickets. She wouldn't hear to no one's advice. Barbara Babcock was as obstinate as a mule." But Susie, Starkey nodded approval to her friend. M think yon are doing right, dear," sho whispered. So they all ate their Thanksgiving dinner, with many compliments to Liz zie's housewifely achievements; and just as they were sitting around tho fire, cracking nuts and drinking home brewed cidor, Uncle Lemuel uttered a cry of terror. "Look at Barbara Babcock!" said he. "She's got another stroke !" It was true. The poor littlo old woman had sunk down, nil in a heap, in her chair, with a pleading look in her distorted face; and the words "Elizabeth Ann" quivering on her lips. And tho Thanksgiving party was broken up in. dire confusion and dis-pwy- . . - ' Ef she was to die," mysteriously whispered Aunt iihoda, "it would be the best thing that could happen to her an' all her relations!" But Miss Barbara Babcock did not dio. She lived on, all winter, into the time when crocuses began to bloom and tho maple blossoms blushed redly along the edges of the swnmps. All this timo she was quito helpless, and her solo pleasure was in looking at tho balls of vivid-colored eilk rags that Lizzio ranged daily at the foot of her bed, to amuse and quiet her. "It'll make a dreadful pretty sort o' curtains," she said, in the strange tongue-tied way common to paralytics. "I'll finish 'cm when I'm better. I'll finish 'em, and Elizaberh Ann shall have 'cm for her own." The night before sho died she suddenly opened her eyes. Aunt Iihoda was sitting, needle-work in hand, by her side. ".Mind," said she, "them silk balls is Elizabeth Ann's. I've given 'em to her, signed end scaled in the paper under my pillow. Mind you don't fororet!" "Oh, I'll not forget," said placid Aunt Iihoda. With the early dawn poor Miss Barby went to the home where, let us hope, she was moro welcome than she would have been in earthly habitations. "I don't want the silk rags," said Lizzie, when she heard of her quaint in heritance. "Poor thing! They were a comfort to her, but of what use could they bo to me?" "You'd better take 'cm," said Uncle Lemuel. "Sell 'em to the rag-man, if you can't make no better use of 'em." "No !" said Lizzio. "I'll havo them woven into eilk curtains, ns she wanted them to be. I can hire Molinda Proal and her loom for a month. And Mcliuda needs the work." But when tho balls of silk were un wound there were a hundred of them, more or less each ball was found to be wound on a ten-dollar bill, rolled into cylindrical shape nnd doubled over. And every ten-dollar bill was Lizzie Els ton's now. "She didn't spend it all for lottery tickets, it seems," observed Uncle Leinuol. "Little girl, what aro you 'pondering about?" said tho captain to Lizzio, who stood silently looking out upon the greening woods. "I was thinking," said Lizzio, "of last Thanksgiving Day. How thankful I am that you wouldn't let me send poor old Aunt Barbara back to lihode Island! Not only because of the money, but that I was able to take care of her all that dreary wiuter when sho was so helpless, and had no friend but me." The captain patted Lizzio' bright head. "So you're keeping your Thanksgiv ing Day yott" said he tenderly. "Yes," Lizzie answered, "I'm keeping my Thanksgiving Day yet!" The First Thanksgiving. It is only about 250 years ago that Thanksgiving day was observed in this country, t ild Ma-sasoit and his ninety biaves sat down to dinner with the Puri tans. The Indians brought deer from the woods bud the pale faces supplied fish, clums and corn. Ten years later when the last batch of bread in the col ony was in Gov. Bradford's oven and starvation was staring our New England ancestors in the face, a good ship from Ireland appeared with provisions, and the day appointed for fasting was changed into a day of thanksgiving. The Gobbler's Fate. A gobbler stood upon the fence, When all but him had tied. His form erect his tail outspread And stately was his head. .Nr. A posing tramp he wrestled with Aud tore nun to tbe grouud. And now be nun? heeis over h.-ad, 4t thirtK-n cents a pou id. THANKSGIVING, When the trees are gray and bar, And the snow is in the air, And the frost is In the sod, And the yellow golden-rod, Like a fading sunset light, Withers in a blackening blight; And the dead leaves to and fro Whirl about as the north winds blow Then comes the old Thanksgiving time, When hearts in festal meetings chime. When gay youth no longer sings The clear carols of its springs, And old age with stealthy tread lTp behind us steals, to shed Winter snows upon the head; Yet with age's frost and snow Brings a light whose steidy glow With an inner radiance scorns Thoughtless youth's best nights and morns, Then comes the old Thanksgiving time, And awakes a loftier rhyme. Then, for all that builds up life With its changing calm and strife What I was the given base Upon which I now can place What poor figure I may have wrought Out of nil my life and thought For tho priceless providence That hath made each nerve and sense Of my boyhood but the germ Of a growth more full and Arm For the b!est inhrritanee Of my parents' blood for chanc. Even, aud fate and circumstance For the joy and sorrow turned Into hope for wisdom learned From my folly faith from doubt: All within me or without That hath help ed the spirit weak Its best lifo and truth to sock: For all this, and more that, blind, I cannot recall to mind Thanks on this Thanksgiving day I would render as I may : On this dull gray day when earth Hath no smile of spring or mirth, And the dead leaves to and fro Whirl about as the north winds blow. Christopher P. Cranch. THE UXPCOBATED WILL A TUANKSaiVI.NU BTOBY. OOU as John Austin was, he wns made more desperate by the return of the fa ther of his wife (believed to be dead) who came homo to them broken in health f mnn na t Vitt ivn. plo of Bcachton called him. When Jane Austin was a lit tle girl the now mother and her- 4 old man had left her self to battle with the world. No ono know whv or. whither ho had trone, For iwenty-flve years nothing had been heard of or from him. In the mean time tho mother had died, the daughter married, and-several little olive branches had come to twine around tho hearts of tho father and mother and make the struggle for bread still more imperative. For half a dozen years tho old man j lingered rather thnu lived, apparently purpcsciess save to wnnaer in me wouus around the littlo inland village in sum mer, shiver over tho lire in winter and constantly mutter to himself. Then ho quietly faded out from among the living and wns laid to rest in tho desolate graveyard. Of where he had been during his long absence ho never talked; what he had dono was never known. His .reap ear ance was as sudden and unexplained as his doparture. He came on foot and alone, and tbe only thing certain about him was his poverty. Tho. expense of his "keeping" had been a serious drawback to the prosperity of tho daughter and her husband ; those connected with his last sickness and death heavy. A single dollar added to the outlay of any man whoso only cap ital is his bands and only incomo is from daily toil is no light a Hair. But a week previous to Thankgiviug the funeral had taken plnco used up the last dollar of ready money ami left a debt to be paid. In the flickering light of tho fire husband and wife sat sadly discussing tho outlook, and gloomy in deed it was. The last of tho little brood had bien tucked into bed, the tierce wind of the Northern Winter was howling without, the stars shone brightly but coldly, aud tho low, heavy banks of clouds gave notice of a fierce snowstorm, and tho poor know but too bitterly what that means for them. "John," said his wife, after a long si lence and with a heavy sigh, "to-morrow will be Thanksgiving, and the chil dren are reckoning upon u good dinner. " "Yes," lie replied, with Irs head bowed aud tears iu his eves, "but the good Lord only knows where it is to come from. The care and death of your father 1 don't say it complaining, w ile, for you have repaid it a thousuud times has not only taken tho last cent, but left us a debt it will take months to pay. However, the darlings shan't bo disap pointed if I cau help it, and if you cau manage the pies and littlo things I'll see what can be done about getting some thing in the shape of meat. Hiih ho! what a miserable thing it is to bu poor and never have any money wheu you need it most." 'Yes, dear, it is hard; but wo have health, streugth, and the little ones, and that is very much to be lhaukful lor." "And many a rich mun would give more than the sum necessary to make us fcl ' iM'. comfortable for our appetites and the sound sleep we enjoy." Little knew they of the storm that rocked their littlo cottage and drifted the snow around it. But with the morn ing light they saw it and with a sinking of heart. It was ns a death blow to the plans John Austin had made for their Thanksgiving dinner. He had indulged in no lanciful dreams of turkey nnd a hugo chicken pie, of salad and jelly. They were as far beyond bis means as oyster pate, terrapin, canvas-back and champagne. A practical man, he had thought out no sumptuous or elaborato menu, but had rcsolvcclAo bo up early, tako his gun, go to therwoods and see if he could not "knock over for a Thanksgiving feast. something Under ordinary circumstances hunting would have been recreation and one seldom indulged in, for necessity com pelled uninterrupted labor. "Whew!" he whistled under his breath as ho saw how deep was tho snow, strong the wind and freezing the air. But it was Thanks giving and the children must not bedis appointed. So, after building a rousing fire and bringing in plenty of wood, he kissed his wife, promised to bo back as early as possible, took his gun and started upon the uncertain quest, for gamo, like money, has a perverse fashion of being out of the way when most wanted. Tramping along over the unbroken fields and in the full Bweep of the icy blasts, he was glad to reach a littlo grove where he could find shelter and regain his breath. He seated himself upon a stump end to him camo the greatest temptation of his lifo. In a tree, within easy shot, roosted numerous turkeys. Hutch d from the eggs of wild ones and with the distinctive feather marks, it would be the easiest thing to secure one and pass it off, if seen, as legitimate game. Great fat, luscious fowls they were, and the vision of how happy his wife and children would be in tho eating arose before him. Almost before he was aware of the net his gun was raised and aim taken. Then conscience whispered : "They aro not yours, John Austin," and turning his steps away he answered mentally if not vocally: "No, and I'm not going to bo a thief, even for a Thanksgiving dinner." Pushing on again over tho broad meadow he struck the road an unbroken one now that led to the forest whero game was likely to bo found, and was passing the log cabin of a family even poorer than his own, for the husband was lying very ill. Ho glanced up nt the chimney the most natural thing to do upon such a day and saw no unoko. Either the poor man must be dead or the supply of wood had given out. In stantly his own situation was forgotten nnd he was not long in finding out that his latter surmise was correct. "Don't worry," he said to tho anxious wife, gathering and bringing in all tho wood ho could find, "I'll run over to neighbor Sampson's and borrow his team nnd get you a load. There's lots of dead timber on this land, and ho isn't tho meanest man in the world by a long shot." To accomplish his rurpose ho wns forced to retrace his steps and again look at the temptation of the turkeys. Certainly no birds ever looked so large, and they strotched out tkoir necks and gobbled at him in the most provoking fashion nnd as if they knew what was passing in his mind. "Yes, John," said tho farmer in an swer to his request, "take the oxen nnd get ns much wood as you cau haul. But you will have to cut it. Everything down must be snowed under except it may bo some rotten stull that is of no account." "All right, but you will have to lend me an axe. I started to find some game fcr diuncr, but now the children will have to get along with whatever their mother can manage to fix up." 'Well, here s au axe, and you had better leave your gun here till you come'1 back. I'd like to use it if you cnn tell me where I will find mv Hack of tuikevs tho tame-wild ones 1 mean. I befieve they know it's Thanksgiving and have run away." Austin told h'ui where tho birds were to I e found, thought of how littlo there would be upon his own table, and hastened upon his errand of mercy hastened as fast as an ox team, discon tented with boing out such n cold morn ing and wading through such deep snow, Could be persuaded to go. Tramping along after tho sled Austin at last reached tho woods and looked for a convenient tree to "full." An oak stood near and a tap of his ax convinced him it was hollow. That suited him exactly. He could easily cut olT a coup'o of logs, roll them upon tho sled and re duce them to burnable size afterward. A stroug armed nnd willing-hearted man, he was not long in separating the trunk, drawing nnd unloading iu front of tho house of his sick frieud. Tho poor wife thanke I him heartily and sa d her brother had come and would do the chopping. "All right no thanks," he replied in i his hearty way. "Ilopu your Thanks giving will 1 e liriah er than you antici pated. "Now I'll get my gun and sue ; , what I can do for my own dinner." ' Ilo had gotten some littlo diiauco , when tho woman shouted : "You havo forgotten your satchel, John Austin !" I ".Mine:" he questioned, returning. 1 ":!f course it is. You must have placed it in the hollow trunk and for gotten it. Anyhow it rolled out and here is your wife's name on it. Giacious, but it is marked plain enough." i ! In mute a tonishniont .John Austin tooK up the satchel nnd brushed oil the 1 suow. It was a small affair, tattered, : ' worn, stained aud las heafterwaid said i : might have come out of the ark. A piece of buckskin was looped through ; ! the handles and rudely marked: Mrs. ' Jane Austin, wile ot John Austiu and l daughter of James Selfridge, Beachton, ' Pennsylvania, I . S." He choked down a great lump that i bad gatheied in his throat, looked with i the moat stupid surprise at the wo:can, i i then at the satchel, and forgetting team, gun aud game started homeward I on a run. Bursting into the house he ' : dropped breathlessly into a chair, flung . the fcatchcl into the middle of the l'ocr ' and gasped ouo the singlo word : I ! "there I" 1 "Johu Austin," ext laimed his v.ife in I i the loudest key possible lur her voice to i reach aud with the uiutde of her face "area t you come homo gathcriu; : for a sturm, of yourself to ashamed drunk, and on Thanksgiving? Take that nasty old thing out of doors. It'a a burning shame and a disgrace, and you a husband nnd father of a family," nnd her apron was brought into requi sition to wipe away her tears. "It's marked for you, Jano, and where in heaven did you get that great turkey?" "Farmer Sampson brought it, and your gun, which you lost, and if the nclglibors didn't take pity on us We'd starve," was replied in very short sen tences and broken by sobs. "But Jane" "Don't Mane' mo. Tako that misera ble, dirty thing out aud crawl of! some whoro and go to sleep. To think I should havo lived to see the day and and wo become objects of charity and aud having to bo fed by tho neigh bors," and up went the apron again. ".Mother," broke in the eldest of the hopefuls, whose curiosity had caused an investigation of the satchel, Rnd who had spelled out tho addicss, "it's your name, and such queer writing !" Thus reinforced John Austin explained that he had found it in a hollow log and suggested that it be opened. Tho wife looked dubiously at it for an instant and then, forgetful of anger and tears, exclaimed : "It is father's writing. Open it at quick as ever you cnn." He complied. The first thing he saw was a letter. It was written on coarse paper, unsealed, directed to hiswife.and read: "All for my daughter Jane, wife of John Austin, forever nnd ever. James Sclfridge. ".-on nds liko a will," said the hus band, "and we'll sec what the old man has left." l ittle packages tied up in buckskin were taken out, and each, when opened, disclosed gold, coined, dust and nug gets, evidently the savings of a mi-er miner, nnd explained why he had so much haunted the woods Cvercomo by their unexpected fortune husband, wifo and children gathered around the tablo upon which it had been piled, nnd laughed and cried together. Tho millions of merchant prince or rail way king was nothing compared to the few huudreds to them. Then camo the natural fear of being robbed, and the wealth was hastily hidden away. They wcio too much excited to even discuss what they would do with it nnd were frigthcued nearly into convulsions when a loud rap was heard on the door and with it a command to open. It was only their neighbor Sampson with moro good things, and as he sat warming his numbed hands and feet he told how good John had been as to the alllicied family. "And, John," ho said, "I saw and hoard you when talking about my tur keys, and a man who could be thus honest under so great temptation will ever find a friend in Job Sampson." Then Austin nnd his wifo unbosomed themselves, showed the gold, the letter nnd asked ndvice. It was judiciously given nnd with congratulation the farmer hurried away, happy at having done a good action. At alnte hour for "country folks" their dinner was eaten with hearts overflowing with thankfulness, and when tho stuffed children were dreaming tho wifo stolo behind hor husband, put her arms around his neck nud kissed him more warmly than sinco tha days of her courtship as sho whispered : "To thiuk I should accuse you of be ing drunk ! And you giving up all hope of your . own Thanksgiving dinner to help others! You dear old John." N. B. That will was never probated. Tho night before Thanksgiving. Tho Sorrow That Follows the Joy. "Yes," she said at breakfast table this morniag, "1 am glad Thanksgiving is over." "Why?'' he asked. "Lei auso," she replied, "because I can now begin reminding you that Christinas is coming, and that 1 need a new seal skin sacque." J'hila Iflptia lLrald. Song oi' I liuiiks3'ivln,'. 1 never bad a sweet gazelle To glad me with it soft black eye But 1 would lov-rt it passing well linked in a rich and crust v pi, If 1 could have a bird to love Anil nestle swrttiy iu my breast, All other nestling birds above. The turkey stuffed would be that bird. On the Way to Tlianksglvlu; Services. Ah WW . V MY I, ft I X. Iv. V. fje -f f ;'l 211 i l i
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