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Bellefonte, P2., Nov. 24, 1905.
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GOD BLESS THE HUMAN SUNBEAM.
God bless the human sunbeam,
The men both strong and true,
Who daily sing or whistle
At all they have to do.
Their eyes are clear and merry,
Their step is firm, but light.
Their laugh‘s a benediction,
And life once more seems bright.
God bless the human sunbeams,
The women who, though sad,
Can still be self-forgetfal
And other hearts make glad.
Theirs is a blessed mission;
Their smile can make night day,
Their cheery words of comfort
Soon drive all clouds away.
God bless the human sunbeams,
The children fair and fond,
Who come into out presence,
Life's hardest lessons conned.
Their prattle falls like musie,
Just as a tear-drop starts.
Their kisses and caresses
Can ease soor burdened hearts.
God bless the human sunbeams,
Men, women, children, too,
Who add to life much sweetness,
And leave us less to rue.
God bless them all! God bless them!
‘They do His work so well.
Reward will follow after,
And heaven the story tell.
By Mrs. FINDLEY BRADEN.—in Leslie's Weekly.
S———
A SUMMONS HOME.
Mis. Thaddeus Clayton came softly into
the room and looked with apprehensive
eyes upon the little old man in the rock-
ing chair.
‘‘How be ye, dearie ? Yer bain’t wanted
fer nothin’, now, have ye ?”’ she asked.
“Not a thing. Harriet,’ he returned
cheerily. ‘‘I’m feelin’ real pert, too. Was
there lots there ? An’ did Parson Drew say
a heap o’ fine things 2’
Mrs. Clayton dropped into a chair and
pulled listlessly at the black strings of her
bonnet.
‘“'T was a beautiful fun’ral, Thaddeus
—beautiful fan’ral. I—I 'most wished it
was mine.”’
‘Harriet !"’
She gave a shamefaced laugh. :
“Well, I did—then Jehiel and Hannah
Jane would ’a’ come, an’ I could ’a’ seen
em.”’
The horrified look on the old man’s face
gave way to a broad smile.
‘Ob, Harriet—Harriet !’’ he chuckled,
‘‘how could ye seen ’em if you was dead ?”’
‘‘Huh ? Well, I—Thaddeus,’’—her voice
rose sharply in the silent room—‘‘every
single one of them Perkins boys was there,
and Annabel, too. Only think what poor
Mis’ Perkins would ’a’ given ter seen ’em
’fore she went ! But they waited —waited,
Thaddeus, jest as everybody does till their
folks isdead.”’
‘“‘But, Harriet,”’ demurred the old man,
‘‘surely you ’d ’a’ had them boys come ter
their own mother’s fun’ral !”’
“Come ! I'd ’a’ had ’em come before,
while Ella Perkine could ’a’ fested Ler eyes
on ’em. Thaddeus,””—Mrs. Clayton rose
to her feet and stretched out two gaunt
hands longingly,—‘‘Thaddeus, I get so
hungry sometimes fer Jehiel and Hannah
Jane, seems as though I jest couldn’t stand
it!
“I know—I know, dearie,”’ quavered
the old man, vigorously polishing his
glasses.
*‘Filty years ago my first baby came,’’
resumed the woman in tremulous tones;
‘then another came, and another, til! I’d
bad six. I loved ’em, an’ tended ’em,
an’ cared fer ’em,an’ didn’t have a thought
but was fer them babies. Four died,”’—
her voice broke, then went on with re-
newed strength, —‘‘but I’ve got Jehiel and
Hannah Jane lef; at least, I’ve got two
bits of paper that comes mebbe once a
month, an’ one of 'em ’s signed ‘your duti-
ful son, Jehiel,’ an, the other, ‘from your
loving daughter, Hannah Jane.’
‘Well, Harriet, they ’re pretty good ter
write letters,”” ventured Mr. Clayton.
‘‘Letters I’ wailed his wife. *‘I can’s
hug an’ kiss letters, though I try to, some-
times. I want warm flesh an’ blood in my
arms, Thaddeus; I want ter look down into
Jehiel’s blue eyes an’ hear him call me
‘dear old mumsey !” as he used to. I
wouldn’t ask ’em ter stay—I ain’t unrea-
sonable, Thaddeus. I know they can’t do
that.” :
‘Well, well, wife, mebbe they’ll come
—mebbe they’ll come this summer; who
knows ?”’
She shook her head dismally.
‘“You’ve said that ev’ry year for the last
fifteen summers, an’ they bain’t come yet.
Jehiel went West more than twenty years
ago, an’ he’s never been home since. Why,
Thaddeus, we’ve got a grandson ‘most eigh-
teen, that we hain’t even seen! Hannah
Jane’s been home jest once since she was
married, but that was nigh on ter sixteen
years ago. She’s always writin’ of her
Tommy and Nellie, but—I want ter see
‘em, Thaddeus; I want ter see ’em !”’
‘Yes, ves; well, we’ll ask ’em, Harriet,
again—we’ll ask ’em real urgent-like, an’
mebbe that’ll fetch ’em,’”” comforted the
old man. *‘We’ll ask ’em ter be here the
Fourth; that’s eight weeks off yet, an’ I
shall be real smart by then.”
Two letters that were certainly ‘‘nrgens-
like’ left the New England farm house the
next morning. One was addressed to a
thriving Western city, the other to Chat-
tanooga, Tennessee.
In course of time the answers came.
Hannab Jane’s appeared first, and was
opened with shaking fingers.
“DEAR MOTHER [read Mis. Clayton
aloud] : Your letter came two or three
days ago, and I have burried round to an-
swer it, for youn seemed to be so anxious to
hear. I’m real sorry, but I don’t see how
we can get away this summer. Nathan is
real busy in the store, and, some way, I
can’t seem to get up energy enough to even
think of fixing up the children to take them
so far. Thank you for the in vitation,
though, and we should enjoy the visit very
much; but I guess we can’t go jest yes. Of
course if anything serious should come up
that made it necessary—why, that would
be different; but I know yon are sensible,
and will understand how it is with us.
‘Nathan is well, but business has been
pretty brisk, and he 1s in the store early
and late. As long as he ’s making money,
be don’t mind; but I tell him I think he
might rest a little sometimes, and let some
one else do the things he does.
*‘Tom is a big boy now, smaitin his
studies and with a good head for figures.
Nellie loves her hooks, too; and, for a little
girl of eleven, does pretty well, we think.
‘‘I must close now. We all send love,
and hope you are getting along all right.
Was glad to hear father was gaining so
fass. ;
‘“Your loving daughter,
‘ Hannah Jane.’
The letter dropped from Mrs. Clayton’s
fingers and lay unheeded on the floor. The
woman covered her face with her bands
and rocked her body back and forth.
‘‘There, there, dearie,’”’ soothed the old
man, huskily; ‘‘mebbe Jehiel’s will be dif-
Prent. I shouldn’t wonder, now, if Jehiel
would come. There, there ! don’t take on
80, Harriet ! don’t! I jest know Jehiel ’ll
come.’
A week later Mrs. Clayton found anoth-
er letter in the rural delivery box. She
clutched is nervously, peered at the writ-
ing with her dim old eyes,and harried into
the house for her glasses.
Yes, is was from Jehiel.
She drew a long breath. Her eager
thumb was almost under the flap of the
envelope when she hesitated, eyed the let-
ter uncertainly, and thrust it into the
pocket of her calico gown. All day it lay
there, save at the times—whiob, indeed,
were of frequent occarrence—when she
took it from its hiding place, pressed it to
her cheek, or gloried in every curve of the
boldly written address.
At nigh, after the lamp was lighted, she
said to her husband in tones so low he
could scarcely hear :
‘Thaddeus, I—I had a letter from Jehiel
today.’’
‘You did—and never told me? Why,
Harriet, what—’’ He paused helplessly.
*I—I haven’t read it, Thaddeus,’”’ she
stammered. ‘‘I couldn’t bear to, some-
way. I don’t know why, but I couldn’.
You read it !’” She held out the letter
with shaking hands.
He took it, giving her asharp glance
from anxious eyes. As he began to read
aloud she checked him.
‘‘No; ter yerself, Thaddeuns—ter yer-
self ! Then—tell me.”’
As he read she watched his face. The
light died from her eyes and her chin quiv-
ered as she saw the stern lines deepen
around hismouth. A minute more,and he
had finished the letter and laid it down
without a word.
‘‘Thaddeus, yer don’t mean—he didn’t
say—"’
‘Read it—I—I can’t,”’ choked the old
man,
She reached slowly for the sheet of paper
and spread it on the table before her.
‘DEAR MOTHER [Jehiel had written] :
Just a word to tell you we are all O. K.
and doing finely. Your letter reminded
me that it was about time I was writing
home to the old folks. I don’t mean to
let so many weeks go by without a letter
from me, but somehow the time just gets
away from me before I know it.
*‘Minnie is well and deep in spring sew-
ing and house-cleaning. I know—because
dressmaker’s bills are beginning to come
in, and every time I go home I find a car-
pet up in a new place !
“Oar boy Fred is eighteen to-morrow.
Youn’d be proud of him, I know, if yon
could see him. Businessis rushing. Glad
to hear your’ll all right and that father’s
rheumatism is on the gain.”
‘*As ever, your affectionate and dutiful
son, ““Jehzel.
‘‘Ob, by the way—about the visit East.
I reckon we’ll have to call it off this year.
Too bad; but can’t seem to see my way
clear. ‘‘By-hy, ugh
Hartiet Clayton did not cry this time.
She stared at the letter Jong minutes with
wide-open, tearless eyes, then she slowly
folded it and put it back in its envelope.
‘Harriet, mebhe—'’hegan the old man,
simidly.
“Don’t, Thaddeus—please don’t !’” she
interrupted. ‘‘I—I don’t want ter talk.”
And she rose unsteadily to her feet and
moved toward the kitchen door.
For a time Mrs. Clayton went about her
work in a silence quite unusual, while her
husband watched her with troubled eyes.
His heart grieved over the bowed head and
drooping shoulders, and over the blurred
eyesthat were 80 often surreptitiously wiped
on a corner of the gingham apron. But at
the end of a week the little woman accosted
him with a face full of aggressive yet anx-
ious determination.
‘‘Thaddeus, I want ter speak ter you
about somethin.’ I’ve been thinkin’ if all
out, an’ I’ve decided that I’ve got ter kill
one of us off.”’ :
‘Harriet !"’
“Well, I bave. A fun’ral is the only
thing that will fetch Jehiel and—’
‘‘Harriet, are ye crazy? Have ye gone
clean mad ?’’
She looked at him appealingly.
‘Now, Thaddeus, don’t try ter hender
me, please. You see it’s the only way. A
fan’ral-s the—"?
‘A ‘fun’ral’—it’s murder I’ he shud-
dered.
“Oh, not ter make believe, as I shall,”
she protested eagerly. ‘‘It’s—’’
‘‘Make believe !”’
“Why, yes, of course. You’ll have ter
be the one ter do it. ‘cause I’m goin’ ter
be the dead one, an’—’’
‘‘Harriet !”’
“There, there, please, Thaddeus ! I've
jest got ter see Jehiel and Hannah Jane
fore I die!’
‘‘But they—they’ll come if—?’
‘‘No, they won’t come. We've tried it
over an’ over again; you know we have.
Hannah Jane herself said that if anythin’
‘serions’ came up it would be diff’rent.
Well, I'm goin’ ter have somethin’ ‘seri-
ous’ come up !’’
‘‘But, Harriet—'’
‘‘Now, Thaddeus,’ begged the woman,
almost crying, ‘‘you must help me, dear,
I've thought it all ouf, an’ it’s easy as can
be. Isha’n’t tell any lies, of course. I
cut my finger today, didn’t I?”
‘*Why—yes—~I believe so,” he acknow!-
edged dazedly; “but what has that to
do—"’
“That ’s the ‘accident,’ Thaddeus.
You're ter ecend two telegrams at once—
one ter Jehiel, an’ one ter Hannah Jane.
The telegrams will say : ‘Accident to your
mother. Faneral Saturday afternoon.
Come at once.” That’s jest ten words.”
The old man gasped. He could not
speak.
‘Now, that’s all true, ain’t it?’’ she
asked anxiously. ‘‘The ‘accident’ is this
cut. The ‘fun’ral is old Mis’ Wentworth’s.
I heard ter-day that they couldn’t bave it
until Saturday, so that ’ll give us plenty of
time ter get the folks here. Ineed’nt say
whose fun’ral it is that ’s goin’ ser be on
Saturday, Thaddeus ! I want yer ter hitch
up an’ drive over ter Hopkinsville ter send
the telegrams. The man’s new there, an’
won’t know yer. You couldn’t send ’em
from here, of conrse.”’
Thaddeus Clayton never knew just how
he allowed himself to be persnaded to take
his part in this ‘‘crazy scheme,’’ as he
termed it, but persnaded he. certainly was.
It was a miserable time for Thaddeus
theu. First there was that hurried drive
to Hopkinsville. Though the day was
warm, he fairly shivered as he handed those
two fateful telegrams to the man behind
the connter. Then there was the home-
ward trip, during which, like the guilty
thing he was, he cast furtive glances from
side to side.
Even home itself came to be a misery,
for the sweeping and the dusting and the
baking and the brewing which he encoun-
tered there left him no place to call his
own, so that he lost his patience at last and
moaned :
“‘Seems ter me, Harriet, you’re a pretty
lively corpse !”’
His wife smiled, and flushed a little.
‘“There, there, dear ! don’t fret. Jest
think how glad we’ll be ter see ’em !”’ she
exclaimed.
Harriet was blissfully happy. Both the
children had promptly responded to the
telegrams, and were now upon their way.
Hannah Jane, with ber husband and two
children, were expected on Friday evening;
but Jehiel and his wife and boy could not
possibly get in until early on the following
morning.
All this brought scant joy to Thaddeus.
There was always banging over him the
dread horror of what he had done, and the
fearful questioning as to how it was all go-
ing to end.
Friday came, but a telegram at the last
moment told of trains delayed and connec-
tions missed. Hannah Jane would not
reach home nntil nine-forty the next morn-
ing. So it was with a fonr-seated carryall
that Thaddeus Clayton started for the sta-
tion on Saturday morning to meet both of
his children and their families.
The ride home was a silent one; but once
inside the house, Jehiel and Hannah Jane,
amid a storm of sobs and cries, hesieged
their father with questions.
The family were all in the darkened sit-
ting room—all, indeed, save Harriet, who
sat in solitary state in the chamber above,
her face pale and her heart beating almost
to suffocation. It had been arranged that
she was nos to be seen until some sort of an
explanation bad been given.
‘‘Father, what was it ?”’ sobbed Hannah
Jane. ‘“How did it happen ?”’
‘It aust have been so sudden,’’ faltered
Jehiel. ‘It cut me up completely.’
‘I can’t ever forgive myself,”’ moaned
Hannah Jane, hysterically. ‘‘She wanted
us to come East, and I woaldn’t. ’'T was
my selfishness——’t was easier to stay where
I was; and now—now—"’
“We 've been brutes, father,”’ cut in
Jehiel, with a shake in his voice; ‘‘all of
us. I never thought—I never dreamed---
Father, can—can we see—her ?"’
In the chamber above a woman sprang to
her feet. Harriet had quite forgotten the
stove-pipe hole in the room below, and
sob and moan and wailing ory had been
woefully distinct to her ears. With stream-
ing eyes and quivering lips she hurried
down the stairs and threw open the sitting
room door.
‘‘Jehiel ! Hannah Jane ! I’m here. right
hére—alive !’’ she cried. ‘‘An’ I’ve been
a wicked, wicked woman ! I never thought
how bad ’t was goin’ ter make you feel. I
truly never, never did. 'T was only my-
self—I wanted yer so. Oh, children, chil-
dren, I’ve been so wicksd—so awful wick-
ed 1m
Jehiel and Hannah Jane were steady of
head and strong of heart,and joy, it is said,
never kills; otherwise, the results of that
sudden apparition in the sitting room door
way might have been disastrous.
As it was, a wonderfully happy family
party gathered around the table an hour
later; and as Jehiel led a tremulous, gray-
haired woman to the seat of honor, he
looked into her shining eyes and whisper-
ed:
‘‘Dear old mumsey, now that we've
found the way home again, I reckon we'll
be coming every year---don’t you ?’’—By
Eleanor H. Porter, in the Century Maga-
zine.
Gems of Thought.
It is love and kindness of human hearts
through which the divine reality comes
home to men, whether they name it or
nos.
In going up the ladder of fame you may
have to be careful not to be knocked off by
the other men who are constantly coming
down,
A noble cause cannot of itself make man
noble. We must despair of growing great,
unless we can feel that we are given to the
cause to work for it and not it to work for
us.
In our quest for trath we would not at-
tempt to stand alone. We would be
quickened by a sense of fellowship with
serious and honest lives that have touched
our own.
I bave looked up every ‘scripture where
anything like meditation is mensioned,and
I find that we are never once old to medi-
tate upon sin.
How near to me must a person live to be
my neighboi? Every person is near to you
whom you can bless. He is the nearest
whom yon can bless most.
The art of putting men in the right place
is the highest in thescience of government,
but that of finding places for the discon-
tented the most difficult.
This little story comes from the South.
The first slice of goose had been cut, and
the negro minister, who had been invited
to dine, looked at it with a keen anticipa-
tion as was displayed in the faces around
him.
Dat’s as fine a goose as I ever saw, Brud-
der Williams, he said to his hos. Where
did you get such a fine one? :
Well, now, Mistab Rawley, said the
earver of the goose, with a sudden access of
dignity, when you preach a special good
sermon I never axes you where you got if.
Beene to me dat’s a trivial matter, any-
ow.
Can you honestly say that youn were
never afraid in battle? asked the tactician
of the old veteran with a wooden leg. .
Well, no, I don’t think I could say that,
was the reply.
Then you were afraid?
Yes, but only once.
Have you any objections to giving me
the particulars?
Not at all. I had lent the captain of my
company $10, and when we were rushed
into a fight and I saw him taking the lead
and exposing himself I was afraid he’d get
killed ind I’d lose my money.
——~Giagley tells me he is doing wonder-
ful work with his present employer. I
didn’t know he was particularly strong in
business.”
‘‘He isn’t. He’s merely partionlarly
strong in talking about business.”
——The Waiter—‘*What’s for you, sir?’’
The Professor (engrossed in a problem )-
‘In the corelation of forces it is a recogniz-
ed property of atomic fragments, whatever
their age, to join and —"’
The Waiter—** Ash, one.”’
——Wher a man gets the notion in his
head that the world is against him he is
Jory apt to be willing to let it be against
im.
Massacre of Missionaries.
Earl SHAFTESBURY —not the third earl,
author of the famous ‘‘Characteristics,’’
bat the seventh earl, who became illus-
rious by his efficient interest in enlarged
philanthropy, rational morale, and genuine
religion—said that ‘‘foreign missions are
the most disinterested euterprises in which
men can engage.’’
Like many philanthropic movements,
foreign missions entail serious hardships
upon some,and often have a reflex influence
of twofold worth over those persons,
churches, and countries which first under-
took them under the influence of disinter-
ested Christian benevolence.
As the members of the General Mission-
ary Committee were preparing to assemble
in their annual meeting, to review the last
missionary year and formulate plans for
the next, they—in common with all Chris-
tians—were shocked by the heart-breaking
intelligence of the murder of five Presbyter-
ian missionaries at Lienchou station, China,
namely, Mrs. MACHLE, AMY MACHLE, Mr.
and Mrs. PEALE, and ELEANOR CHESNUT,
M. D. Up to this hour the accounts con-
flict in some particulars,and in others are
meager.
Lienchon is in the Province of Kwang-
tung, and is a city of about twenty thous-
and. Itis some two hundred and filty
miles from Canton, 3nd near the houndary
line of the Province of Humon. The most
available route from the city to Canton is
by a winding and rapid river, vavigable
only by small boats, and the journey con-
sumes three weeks.Inan emergency by hard
riding 1t was once traversed overland in
three days and a half.
In the neighborhood of Lienchou there
are many villages, and the population up-
on which these missionaries were expected
to bestow their efforts numbers about one
million. The nearest white men are some
Baptist missionaries three and a half day’s
journey westward, and English and Ger-
man missionaries four day’s eastward.
This mission has been permanently es-
tablished in Lienchon since 1886. It was
begun by missionaries from Canton who
had often visited itin their itinerating
tours. At first the people were suspicious,
but though threats were occasionally made
no open violence was committed. The
conduct of the missionaries placated the
people; the mission prospered, residences
were erected for the missionaries, and
schools were opened for both boys and girls;
two hospitals were huilt, one for each sex.
Last year Dr. Chestnut treated 5,479
women and girls, and Dr. Machle treated
7,577 men and boys. Converts multiplied ;
there is now a society with an adult mem-
bership of over 300, and a new church seat-
ing 700 bad just been erected.
Besides there are four other organized
churches in the district and groups of be-
lievers in many villages. The Boy’s Board-
ing School was so fall that many appli-
cants had to be turned away. The Girls’
School was prosperous, and many day
gchools were kept up in various parts.
The cablegrams stated that all the build-
ings were destroyed.
Daring the whole Boxer outbreak in
1900, such were the amicable relations that
neither property mo: person connected with
the mission was injured.
Any one of several conditions may have
caused the massacre and rapine: An out-
burst of religions zeal precipitated by an ac-
cident which ordinarily would bave
amounted to nothing.
Of a prearranged attack winked at by
heathen priests or local civil officers.
Or it may have resulted from the excla-
sion laws of the United States, for nearly
all of the Chinese in the United States
have some from the Province of Kwang
tung, in which Lienchou is situated; and
“reports of their treatment reaching there
have greatly exasperated many of the peo-
ple.
Dr. BROWN informs us that no hint from
the missionaries has ever reached him of
any interference or molestation. In facs,
the people of Lienchon had come to feel
that ‘‘the missionaries were not responsible
for the treatment of their countrymen, that
they were not there for trade; but to do
good.”’
In that case the mob must have consist-
ed of persons who did nos know the mis:
sionaries or their work. :
Mobs wreak their vengeance without re-
straint, and those who bave no malice, and
even are friendly, catch fire from those who
have.
The Presbyterian Board ie indignant at
the newspaper report that the cause of the
massacre was ‘‘the seizure of an idol from a
crowd of worshipers by a deaconess and the
daughter of a missionary.”
There is no deaconess there and the only
daughter of a missionary was Amy Machle,
only ten years old.
One report is that Dr. Machle protested
against a noisy street theatre near a hospit-
al which was full of sick people.
Another dispatch says that a skeleton
used in teaching anatomy to students was
stolen and exhibited to the populace as a
specimen of the treatment which they
would give all their countrymen if hey
dared. This might easily rouse a mob.
It will be some weeks before reliable in-
telligence can arrive. The Chinese author-
ities have taken action, and two gunboats
have started up the river with three Can-
ton missionaries on board.
China at heart, with increasing excep-
tions, is anti-foreign, anti-Christian, and
anti-United States, and will be for many
years. :
The statistics for 1900 and 1901 give the
number of American societies at work in
China as 33. Of these 22 furnish statistics.
The total number of communicants enroll-
ed by these American societies is 53,337; of
these 47.3 per cent. or 25,228 are members
of the Methodist Episcopal church. The
whole number of Protestant Christians, in-
cluding the converts of American and all
other missions, is 100,000, of which our
own is 22.3 per cent.
To us, then, this massacre is serious.
What happens to Protestant missions in
China is of great importance to us. We
sympathize with our spiritual neighbor,
the Presbyterian church; and shall read
with melancholy yet active interest the ex-
planation of this ontbreak.—The Christian
Advocate. .
— -Knox——‘“Why don’t you cut that
out? Tone your talk down a bit.”’
Kandor—*‘Well, it’s all right to call a
spade a spad~, isn’t iv?*’
Knox—*‘Instead of calling it you might
whisper it occasionally.’
——Mrs. Hogan—'‘An’
baby git the fall?’
Mrs. Grogan—*‘‘His father wor houlden’
him in his arms whin the whistle blue.”
how did the
——Once in a while we meet a man who
boasts that he never whips his children,
but we reserve judgment until we know
the children.
——One of the easy marks is the old-
fashioned gentleman who still thinks that
it isa lawyer’s business to settle disputes.
Preparing for Christmas.
It is not too early to begin the work of
preparation for the Christmas festivities.
The evenings are long and the prospect for
many stormy days is good at this time of
the year,and there are always leisure spells
of longer or shorter duration in which
many bits of work may be begun and fin-
ished by nimble fingers. If one is good at
confriving, a little money will go a long
way, and there is much that may be done
that calls for no money. The young peo-
pleshould be allowed and encouraged to
prepare little surprises for each other and
for the dear ones, and even the little peo-
ple can add to the cheer, if their crude at-
tempts have the oversight of some one who
can guide them a little. But it is hest to
let them think out the most of it them-
selves, and thus teach them to use their
faculties.
Or, perhaps the ‘‘store’’ things may suit
them better for bestowal; and in this case,
they should be encouraged to earn the pur-
chase money themselves, by doing such
chores or work as they may find to do. Do
not begrudge them the joy of being inde-
pendeut, a feeling born of having bought
their gitte with their own labor. Let them
have their time for the earning or the mak-
ing, and when they have earned the money
let them spend it as suits themselves.
They will learn, in this way, the worth of
their labor and the purchasing power of
their money. If it is spent on some worth-
less thing, they will be more careful the
next time. Even grown people do not al-
ways spend wisely. It is well enough to
counsel them, and point out to them why
the cheapest gift will be most expensive in
the end, bat leave them to their own will,
and when the purchase is once made, *‘for-
ever hold your peace.’’ Do not estrange
their confidence by an ill-timed ‘I told
youso.” In this way they will learn to
discriminate.
Do not confine yourself, or them, to the
usefal present. One wearies, now and then
of utilitarianism, and a useful pretty thing
may give more lasting pleasure than one
which is ‘‘warranted to wash.’’ Some
dreams are more lasting in the joy they
give than are the more real things; some
adults, as well as many children, hold the
beautiful above the true all their lives. . Do
not deny them their dreams.
Thankegiving.
It started in 1623.
" A good harvest suggested is.
Governor Bradford planned if.
He sent out men to hunt game.
The settlers gathered at this great
feast.
“They thanked God with all their
hearts’’ on that day.
At that momentous meeting was set a
precedent.
For long years this festival was peculiar
to New England.
Late yearsit has been adopted by the
entire country.
It was President Lincoln who first pro-
claimed the national Thanksgiving.
One pictures the scant fare of the Pil-
grims, who had been here three yerrs be-
fore their crops justified a celebration.
Their first winter was not such as war-
ranted a celebration, as the wives of Brad-
ford and Winslow and the bride of Stan-
dish were among the many who perished.
The beautiful springtime saw them get
their real start. Among other buildings
they erected a church, which was a for-
tress as well, four cannon being mounted
upon it.
Indeed, there were long seasons of hard
work, often upon less than half rations,
before each man started in for himself, be-
fore the struggling colonists enjoyed this
historic celebration.
Famine Near in Russia.
The diszsurbances vow in operation in
South Russia are closely associated with
the serious failure of crops in the region.
The official return of crops made at the
close of the harvest showed that the pro-
duot of Russian grain is about 880,000,000
bushels less this year than last. This in-
cludes the shortage on wheat, rye, barley
and oats. Rye in Russia furnishes consid-
erably over three-quarters of the grain
supply, and a nearly equal share of the
food, rye taking the place of wheat among
the lower classes in Russia and Germany.
The annual exports of grain from Russia
amount to abont 300,000,000 or 400,000,-
000 bushels. Allowing for this, the supply
for home consumption is short about 400,-
000,000 bushels, as compared with last
year.
The supply of grain in 1904 of all orders
was 2,780,000,000 bushels; this year it was
1,900,000,000. Some exports are certain
to take place in any case, and the heavy
shortage falls chiefly on the interior pro-
vinces, those of Little Russia and the re-
gion to the north. :
Famine will come in more than one part
of Russia before the winter is over, adding
this to all other disasters which are sweeep-
ing the great Empire, with manifold calam-
ities. — Fx.
Failure.
The Great Financier sat in his sump-
tuous office and thought earnestly.
‘My life has been a great suocess. I
have secured everything that the heart of
man could desire, money, fame, power—
everything.’
‘‘But you havenot secured .me,’”’ whis-
pered a something from out the surroand-
ing silence.
‘What are you?” queried the Great
Financier.
“I am Love.”
‘‘But I have secured control of the mon-
ey of the country. I have secured control
of the coal mines of the country. I control
the grain markets, the railroads, the mills
and the factories.’’
‘‘Bat you do not control me,’’ said a
chilling voice from out of the surrounding
silence.
“What is it that I do not control ?”’
queried the Great Financier.
“I am Death.”
And when they found the Great Finauvocier
in the morning they found him captive in-
stead of captor.
——*‘‘John’s home from college.’’
Yes.”
*‘What’s he goin’ to do now?’
‘‘Well, ’twixt you an’ me, I think he’s
jest about decided to loaf around, an’ be
one o’ these here incomprehensible gen-
iuses.”’
—— What has become of the old fash-
ioned woman who always had a few ‘‘pem’-
mint lozengers’’ in her retioule ?
——You cannot judge a man wholly by
the traits he has, but by those he loves.
——To admire a virtue without seeking
to emulate it is to enervate the soul.
600 KILLED AT VLADIVOSTOK
Nearly Half the City Was Burned
During Rioting.
Tokio, Nov. 20.—An eye-witness of
the recent riot at Vladivostok, who
has arrived at Nagasaki, reports that
nearly half the city was burned and
that 600 of the garrison were killed,
that the jail was thrown open and
that General Kappek is missing. The
damage is estimated at $25,000,000.
Soldiers from Harbin are reported to
have joined the rioters.
Russian Strike Fails.
St. Petersburg, Nov. 20.—The strike
demonstration begun by the radical
elements against the government,
which for the past several days threat.
ened the life of the very empire, col-
lapsed like a bubble. By a decisive
vote the workmen decided against a
continuance of the strike, and there
is now hope that the Liberal element
will rally to the support of Count
Witte in putting into operation the re-
forms granted by the emperor.
In announcing its decision to call off
the strike the workmen's council
claims a great victory has been won,
and that the lives of 1600 Cronstadt
mutineers have been saved. This, in
fact, is true, the government having
backed down from its purpose to exe-
cute the bulk of the revolting soldiery.
WILL SUE CONTRACTORS
Philadelphia to Try to Recover Money
Due As Result of Fraud.
Philadelphia, Nov. 21. — Strikingly
similar to the action taken by the dis-
trict attorney last week, John L. Kin-
sey, city solicitor of Philadelphia, an-
nounced that he was in accord with
Mayor Weaver and would carry out to
the utmost of his ability the prospec-
tive litigation in connection with the
building of the filtration system of the
city. Mr. Kinsey's appointee is
William M. Meredith, and he takes
the place of Thomas D. Finletter, an
assistant city solicitor, who resigned.
The district attorney and the city ag:
licitor-are elected by the people, and
the mayor has no authority over them.
City Solicitor Kinsey in a statemeni
said that he would co-operate with the
mayor and Judge Gordon in an effort
to recover money due the city as a
result of frauds alleged to have been
committed by certain contractors, and
that he would in every way aid in
bringing about the reforms instituted
by the mayor. He also announced that
there would be a ‘complete reorgani-
zation of his office, so that in all its
parts it will be so constituted as to be
in thorough sympathy with the move:
ment for municipal regeneration.”
HOLOCAUST IN GLASGOW
Thirty-nine Dead and Thirty-two Hurt
In Fire In Lodging House.
Glasgow, Nov. 20.—The most terri
ble fire that has occurred in Great
Britain for many years broke out here
in a cheap lodging house for men in
Watson street and resulted in the loss
of 39 lives and the severe injury of 32
others.
The flames were first noticed on the
fourth floor of the building, which was
occupied by 330 men. An alarm was
raised, and the firemen responded
quickly, but flames and smoke were
then issuing from most of the windows
on the fourth floor. An extraordinary
scene was created by a procession of
almost naked men rushing out of the
entrance to the building, and against
their frantic efforts to escape the fire-
men had actually to fight for admis.
sion.
The dead men were mostly workmen
in the prime of life. They presented a
horrible spectacle, their blackened
faces bearing evidence of the terrible
struggle to escape.
$16,000,000 AT ONCE FOR CANAL
Part of Sum Needed as Soon as Con:
gress Meets or Work Must Stop.
Washington, Nov. 21.—An estimate
of $16,000,000 for continuing work on
the Panama canal has been sent to the
treasury department from the war de-
partment to be sent to congress. The
estimate is for expenditure up to and
including the fiscal year ending June
30, 1907. A part of this money will be
necessary at once, and an emergency
appropriation will be asked as soon as
congress convenes in order that the
work may proceed. It is stated at the
offices of the commission that unless
money is provided as soon as congress
convenes all work must cease.
MURDERED AND ROBBED
Trackwalker’'s Body Found Near Bris-
tol, Pa., Riddled With Shot.
Bristol, Pa., Nov. 20.—Raphael May-
lies, a night track patrolman, was
found dead near the tracks of the New
York division of the Pennsylvania
railroad at Penn Valley, five miles
above here. The body had been riddled
with buckshot. Maylies was last seen
talking to two Italians. He was known
to have carried a money belt, and as
this is missing, the Bucks county cor-
oner believes he was murdered. May-
lies has been a trackwalker only a few
weeks, his predecessor on the Penn
Valley section of the railroad also hav-
fng been found dead on the tracks.
Accidentally Killed a Boy.
Wilmington, Del., Nov. 20.—At the
Fairview club, where there were a
number of boys, George Kelly in hand-
ling a gun accidentally shot and killed
William Fisher, a 17-year-old Polish
boy. Kelly surrendered to the police.
They believe the shooting was acci-
dental.
Oldest Yale Graduate Dead.
Lansing, Mich.,, Nov. 21.—Rev. J. S.
Lord, aged 97, said to have been for
many years the oldest living alumnus
of Yale University, died at the home
of his daughter, Mrs. W. J. Tillotson,
of Laingsburg. Rev. Mr. Lord gradu-
ated from Yale in the class of 1831.