' THE OLD THANKSGIVING DAYS. t"JSK sil"tit ly tlic winjnw vlillu tho othi inif'. f:idinu lirnm Turin t j )u:u ly gi ny thu winter's Bilvi red pky, Is'i'l a voice tn bronlt tho rorrrln rf thnnght' too per.. live tlreHin, : 'nt n fuot-itep, only memory nnt I, Trvui tho punt tiio wil mvin lifted, and 1 nm a child nnoo ninre. On the In-art li nyuln the old time fiiRotA hlB7.P. Dtv.l Atritn I lu nr tlio voices cf tlio KtWKts nbout tho door In the graotlnRM of tho old Thanksgiving days. All she nlr ontxlde Ik frosty, and In tmrtn tho blithe wlndn Mow, And 1 hour the dlHtiuit alcigh hrllH faintly rinu, AnA natnBt the rimo touched windows conn s the purring, atlrring Know, Like the bruHhlng of o nnimj iuir l's win;;. lm within, nh, we tho faoes that are mulling round tho board! How they whine with love and gratitude and praliiet BtWhed the voices arc a moment for tho thank Inn of tho Lord In the blowings of the old Thanksgiving days. ThtH was years ntto, and eurfows for tho loved have rung since then. As tonight 1 watch the dawning evening star Is By dreams I seethe mansions Christ pre pared In heaven for men. It It there tonight the absent kindred are. ts M there their feast Is ready, and I hold tho fanoy dear That they often turn to earth their loving gaxe, AnJ perhaps they, too, aro dreaming, as they see me sitting here, Of the sweetnoss of the old Thanksgiving days. Philadelphia Ledger. JEM HASTINGS' LUCK. ' The Widow Wilson's farm had Been better and more prosperous days arid uqvf was traveling backward. It bognn at the top of Bundle bill, where it was bounded by the county road, and strng gltvl down to the lake shore, its hun dred aorea or so wandering over hills and dipping into hollows until they tmninated at the bay, with its rim of wMto and glistening stuid. One of the most picturesque spots of ou'th, and right in thu center of it, crowning a rounded knoll, surrounded with stalwart oaks and butternuts, squatted the house of its owner, i Itwas always a diflicult spot to reach in winter, when the drifting snows piled high their white billows against thp low eaved structure and hid the v dewa from tho outer world. Hut in . nier it was a delight, this moss L. xn dwelling beneath tho oaks, and at liio time hud been a home around wut jo hearthstone had gathered sous said duughtors. Sow it was desolate. The passing stt.'Mjer would have but addeil it to the emu gory of deserted farms. No sign of lifj was viniblo this bright Thunksgiv liifr morning. From its wide, paneled r' aney no curl cf smoke invaded tho oinp and frosty air. The light fall of snow that had covered tho ground tho night before showed no truce of foot steps leading from the weather beaten door. And yet there was a stir of lifo in the farmyard, in the hollow among the trees, where the old barn tottered, ready for its fall. There a flock of fowl and turkeys wandered disconsolately about. In the adjacent stall an old horse stamped impatiently for his break fast and a forlorn cow chafed restlessly at her stanchions. Except for these tho old farm was as silent as when its iirst owj'cr carved it from tho virgin wilder ness. A rustling of the shrubbery tbut fringed the tall, stiff ranked pines on tho hill beyond the bain told that a vis itor was coming to Lonely farm. A hu man head appeared in sight. It was crowned by a wook-n cup, from beneath which peu-cd a pair of black, bright eyes. Their owner took oil the cap and mop ped his brow. He was a rugged country Jad of 18, well knit and sturdy, with a pair of ruddy cheeks, whito teeth and lips rosy, but with a droop of sadness. New England, always hard to her children, in:. I taken from this boy tho Lome md mother that make Thanks giving, even as it had taken from the Widow nil but tho wretched framework cf what had onco been home. "House looks like mother's used to after Ehe got to she couldn't get about," soliloquized tho boy, staring at tho smokeless chimney. "I'll bet there ain't bee n nobooy near tho widder in a week, and I'll bet, while I'm a-bcttiii, that she neuds somebody. Guess I'll find out what's the matter." He strode down to tbo house and knocked. There was no response. Only tbe crow in the oak trco was disturbsd by the unwonted noise and flew away, with a caw of alarm. A second knock startled the fowl in the barnyard which greeted him with a suppressed chuckle, but thero was no answer from within. "Guess I might's well go in." Ho pushed open the the crazy door and en tered tho room which served as kitchen and sitting room all in one. A table stood in the center of it, covered with usuowy cloth and se.t as if fur supper. A tall clui,k ticked in tho corner under the (stairs, but its rhythmic beats only seem ed to make the silence audible, "It Hecms kinder creepy, that's a fact. Hopo thero niu't nothiu happened to her. Wonder vvhero she is? P'rhaps she's asltcip!" Ho nipped loudly, and then put hid ar dovru to the keyhole, listening in tently. At first there was no response. T'heu ho thought ho heard a faint, qua vering voice. "It's me Jem Hastings. I've come to sco if you need anybody. " "G'omo hi. " The feebio voice strug gled with u cough. Thou: "Yes, I'm m glad you've come. I w3 taken faint jesterdny and had just strength enough to crawl to lied. Perhaps" "What.au you niu't had uothiu to uii" "No," with a feebio smile. "Well, if you'll let mo try, I'll mnko a cup of ten." Jem cjost d tho door, set his gun in a coiner uud looked around for tho plixe in which the widow kept her stores. , Tbo dre.nsevs niuyed against the wall swero bright with old funhioned pewter plotters and china. Hero he found a caddy oi tea uud then Bit about making . , n fire. A huge lireplaco yawned at one sido of the. room, hung with n black iron crane from which was suspended a tea kettle. The woodpile was outside, near the back door, and brupliing off tho snow Jem soon had some dry wood, with which lie mndo a roaring blaze. It was not long beforo he had the satisfaeliou of seeing the kettle send forth a volume of steam, and a few minutes Inter lie tap ped again at tho bedroom door with n tray, on it a tempting cup of tea and two well buttered slices of bread. Wrapped in a shawl of Canton fdlk, tho heirloom of a grandmother whoso father once sailed from Salem to tho Indies, the widow sank iack into her comfortablo armchair with a deep sigh of content. Sho closed her eyes from sheer weakness, whilo Jem tiptoed about tho room, "setting things to rights" and preparing tho table for n prospective meal. To be sure there was Tory little in sight, but ho had faith that there might be something in tho cellar and in the cupboards, for tho widow was known in tho township to have been a "good pcrvider" in bor days of affluence "You'vo made me very happy, Jom very thankfuL" "Well, ma'am, I'm glad of it It's ThanJtsgivin. " "Whatl Really Thanksgiving day? It's the first time I've forgotten it ever. I must be growing old. " Jem grew bolder. "Thcro's a turkey out in the barn yard. He ain't very fat, but if you say so I'll help you fix a turkey dinner. " The widow urged no objection, and both fascinated at the prospect of a Thanksgiving dinner, with themselves as host and hostess, the boy trudged out to t'he barn. Some sticks of hard wood, were soon piled on the flro, and by tho time Sir Turkey was ready for tho oven the widow had peeled the vegetables and dropped them into the mysterious depths of the Bteomiug kettles, Jem looking on with glowing but bashful appreciation. A snowy cloth over a round table, with two seats opposite each other, is always an inspiriting sight, and when topped by a steaming brown turkey, with all the "fixings" of a turkey din ner, the feast is ono to melt hearts harder than that of tho lonely widow and tho homesick New England lad. "It is tho huppiest Thanksgiving din ner I havo had in many a year, my boy," she said to him as ho cleared away the dishes and brought out tho dessert of fragrant quinco preserves. ' 'May God bless you I And to think how tho dreadful, gloomy morning has been tuurued to such bright suushiuo by your coming 1" Jem turned to tho window to hido some tears that would persist in squeez ing themselves out of his eyes. "I wish she wouldn't be so sentimental," said ho to himself quite wruthfully. But to the widow he said: "Why, ma'am, I ain't done nothin great no more'n you'd have done for me, I'll bet. I ain't enjoyed a dinner so myself seuco I can remember. I wish I could jest stay hero all tho time. " A new light came into the woman's faded gray eyes born of a thought that had been struggling for expression for 4-wl hour or more. "And why can't you stay, Jem?" "I could, ma'am, if I could come as as partners." It was out at last, tho boy's yearning for something as his own and tho chance he saw upon tho widow's furm. "I could fix things up," he went on eager ly, "and muke the chickens lay eggs and the cow give milk and and" Jem stopped, but the widow's respect ful utteution led him on. "I could oarn my board in saving things that's goin to wasta When I come through your wood lot this morn in, I noticed cords an cords of dead trees thut ought to be cut an made firewood of. An us for timber, there's more'n $100 wuth thero that'll be spiled if it ain't cut an sold pretty soon." Tho boy hesitated, umazed at his au dacity, but the widow nodded her head and smiled approval. "That's true, Jem. Tho farm is running down for the lack of some one to oversee out of doors. So, then, it is a bargain." And so this strange partnership be gan. The first winter Jem spent in thinning out the superfluous wood in tho neglected lots, stacking up behind the house enough fuel to satisfy even tho cravings of that yawning fireplace for years to come and selling to the sawmill on the pond timber for ship ment that camo to quite (500. As tho spring opened ho was soon afield, continuing the good work of im provement, and "planting time" found the farm with more and earlier labor performed than it had ever before ex perienced. In front of the western door ho threw out a platform, protected by a lattioo work covering, and here the widow passed all the spare time she could snatch from her indoor duties. It had never occurred to any cne beforo thut farm work might be made attract ive. Tho widow had only looked upon the beauties of her farm around her through the kitchen window or during a hasty trip to the well or farmyard. The latticed porch was a revelation to her, und a haven of rest where ehe sat and mused during tho long twilight of summer. "I never thought I should take such comfort hero, " she said. ".Before you came I was more than willing to give up the farm and go away. But now, Jem, I want to live here the rest of my lifo. I would not leave it for the world. 1 ' "That's eo, ma'am. It would have becu a preat mistake to leave the old placo. Why, there ain't a prettier view in all the world than this from your front door. If there is, then it is right there, dowji in the woods, where tho great trees meet overhead, the brook sinus a soft song of rest mid the fern covered bunks stretch down to tho pond. I never traveled any yet, but I don't wunt to. This suits me. " And he re turned to his work with a cheery whis tie that sent a thrill of satisfaction through tho widow's heart. A wonderful change had beeu effected THE COLUMBIAN. r n)n ,,!,, , by ttm time another year had rolled an other Thanksgiving into the calendar, Tho roof of tho old honwo no longer leaked. Tiio bain had been raised from its attitude of deep deject inn, unci its mows wero crowded to bur-ting with bay and grain. Tho old hoisj spr tit his nays chiefly in tho pasture, while a younger and more vigorous animal did tho work, assisted by a yoke of big and hnndsomo oxen. Tho solitary cow now had plenty of company, atui frisky calves gamboled about her in tho summer time. Thro was no longer any doubt as to tho availability of any of tho fat gob blers for a Thanksgiving dinner. Thus tho seasons succeeded ono an other with their measuro of content. Each found tho widow more and moro dependent upon her stalwart ..helper. he clung to him as she might have clung to the son of whom sho had been deprived in tho Springtime of her wife hood. As bor tottering footsteps wero supported down the aisle of the villaga church on a Sunday few of the congre gation knew that the handsome young man who watched over her so assidu ously was not in fact her own son. Those who were cognizant of tho rota tions between the two shook their bends knowingly, saying to themselves and to each other: "Lucky boy that I Step pod rig lit into the farm just as the old lady was about to leave it Ho knows tho side of his bread that has tho butter on it" But it is doubtful if Jem had ever given that a thought'; so happy and content was he that the merely material conditions of his life had never troubled bis consciousness. Only one thing trou bled his thoughts of lato. He was deep ly stirred by the soft, brown eyes of pretty Susie Jones, a chorister in the church Susie, who lived, as he had done, with friends for board and keep another of New England's orphans. He never mentioned this daring spec ulation, not even to tho widow. But her eyes, though growing dim, were acute enough to penetrate his honest soul. His whole lifo lay centered in the farm, which had become as essential to it al most as tho air ho breathed. But now there must bo young life there. A pair of brown eyes persisted in dancing be fore his face, in wood pile, in field, in garden. And so it camo to pass that there was a wedding next Thanksgiving in tho little cottage, now pretty with vines and cheery within. Susie was glad of so pleasant a placo for tho troth which she was to plight with Jem, whilo he, lucky fellow though he was, could not take time to travel to Susie's home, far away over tho rough, hilly roads. "A wife's a good thing," he remarked to tho widow tho evening before his mar riage, "but there's cows to be looked aftor and hens to bo fed more'n you could 'tend to alono. " 'That's so, Jem," said the widow, smiling brightly, "and thanks to you for it all." Under branches of autumn leaves from rho last reddening trees Jem and Susio promised all the things of the sim ple marriage service. Then came tho country wedding supper. When the last guest had gono, driven away in the farm wagons that had clus tered around tho door all afternoon, tho widow turned to Jem and Susie, sitting bashfully in the firolight. "You re my children, now, both of you, " she said. "Call me mother just once, Jem and Susio." "Mother!" cried Jem, taking tho feeble hands together and kissing them tenderly. "My darling mother, deurest friend I ever had!" Sho returned his loving glauco liugor- iugly. gratefully, as they led her to tho door of her room. Next morning Jem knocked again at the Widow Wilson's door just as he had done on that lonely Thanksgiving day four years ago. This time not even a feeble voice answered his repeated calls. Three days later, as the neighbors struggled back from the little cemetery on the hill, Squire Lothrop drew Jem apart. "I s'poso you know the widder's left tho farm to you? No? Sho! It's mighty strange sho didn't tell you. She made her will more'n a year auo. and you're her only hoir. She seemed to set a lot by you, the widder did, and" looking around approvingly over the snow cov ered fields "I d'no's I blamo her. The last four years hev beeu the peacefulest of iier life, and she's left her ueace with you, for euro!" Cloveland Plain Dealer. Dr. Talmnge Likes Turkey. "Iam cosmopolitan in my likes," said the doctor, "because I have traveled so much. Therefore pardon mo when I say that I want my turkey stuffed with little English oysters and trimmed with French fried potatoes. Each year there is a little wioket fence of the brown potato strips placed around tho turkey, and when he n brought in he looks like a pioturo in a child's story book. 'And oan't the poor turkey get out of that fenoe?' asked my little granddaughter onoe. Exchange. ferve Dinner at Mlddny. An old fashioned Thanksgiving do mands a midday dinner. Whatever fash ion may dictate on other days sho Bhould not be listened to on this one, particu larly when thero are children to bo con sidered. Exchange. Thought For Tluiuksglvlug. When you awake on Thanksgiving morn, you will doubtless feel a cynical questioning as to whether youTiaveauy 2ause for gratitude or not. You un doubtedly have. You should bo thank ful that convention does not require you to be publicly grateful but once a year. Bo thankful that nearly a month in terveuea between the Thanksgiving fur koy and the Chribtmas goose and that you havo time to recover from the effects of ono beforo attacking tho other, Think over the gifts you have to buy before Christmas and be grateful with your wholo soul because the custom of making Thanksgiving presents does not prevail also. New York World. BLOOMSBURG, PA. Eome Curious Book Titles, In the sixteenth century we find the greatest extravagance displayed in the titles of books. These may be taken as exam; ilcs : " The .Spit it.nl Snuff llox, to Lead Devoted Souls to Chrisf," and "The Spiritual Seringa fr Souls Steeped in Devotion." A work on Christian charity published in 1587 is entitled "Buttons and Button Holes for Believers' Breeches.'' The editor ot this paper has Father La Chaucie's woik entitled " Bread Cooked on the shes, Brought bv an Angel to the Prophet F.ligiah (Kliiah) to Comfort the Dyinc." Another was issued with the curious title of " The Lamp of St. rVtigustinc, and the J lies that Hit Around It.". The following very attractive title appeared in a book published at New castle in ifo : " Some Beautiful Biscuits Cooked in the Oven of Charity and Tut Aside for the Jowls of the Church, the Sparrows of the Spirit and the Swallows ol" Salvation." St. Louis Republic Professors are Plentiful. An ordinary teacher now considers himself a professor a hen he teaches a high school and demands the title. A township superintendent is always a professor. In the educational line it takes some little work to acquire the title. A barber cannot call himself a professor unless he can siiave a man without cutting him twice and asking him if the razor hurts. Twelve music lessons at a quarter apiece have made several professors of music. Many have fairly earned the title by hard work, but many more haven't. Dane- ng masters cannot be anything but professors. 1 here are thirty-eight pro fessors in Ilazleton. Enough to crowd a small hall when a university exten- n meeting is going on. Hazleton Sentinel. Biliousness Is pnuserl hv torntd liver, which tirpvents diges tion and permits food to ferment and putrify In me stomacn. iuen ioiiow uizzmess, iieamicue, ood's lusouiiau, nervousness, and, p-, tf not relieved, bilious fever II or blood poisoning. 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