THE HOME FESTIVAL. “The circle of the months once more Rounds out the swiftly flying year; The summer revels all are o'er The day of retrospect is here. Not now spring's jocund spirit rings Its jubilant notes to earth and sky; Her nameless, sweet, enchanting things Burst forth to please and pass us by, Midsummer, with its pomp and flame, The pageantry of leaves and flowers, Are now as some remembered name Close interlinked with happy hours, “The gaudy wreaths October brought, That beckoned us when summer fled, To-day are withered, pale and naught, And where they flamed death reigns in stead, But not in vain the seasons run With various charms their annual round; The harvests that we sought are won, And gifts to match our needs are found, If, on the sere November plain, The sun casts down a dimmer ray, Deep joy—not sorrow~fills the strain With which we greet Thanksgiving Day. w=Joel Benton, EE ——— Phylida’s Pumokin Pie. A THANKSGIVING STORY. “Well, what is it?" That was one of the things the She girls detested about their aunt, always took it for granted their visits were made for a special reason and witha particular motive, and these she demanded in much the same fashion as a highwayman de- mands money. “Thursday,” replies Miss “‘will be Thang ving Day, “‘I know that! Millburn, and-— Mrs. ' snapped Ben. Jamin, “And we thought—we hoped,” har- ried on Adele, *‘that and dive with us ou that day. “You didi" ¢‘Yes, aunt.’ She you would come was the least nervous of women this tall, she grew the jamin's little 1 “What, lady, after dark, stately young lady, but table Mrs, uncomfor of a tnt fle gimleting scrutiny Bea- viack eves, terrible old you Guorted that a deli going to have for berate pause, "‘are dinner?” The question rather dazed Miss Mill. burn. I don’t know exactly. hd Phylida always secs cals, suppose whatever is right ” “‘Right!"” di when I dined with sgustedly. “Was it right you last Christm and you had turkey and lemon pie for dinner, when you should have had roast goose, and spiced beef, and plum. pud- ding? I dare say, you'll have goose on Thanksgiving!" This with the most scathing sarcasm. “Oh, convincingly. One Phylida mised herself.” “‘And cranberry sauce!” nol” “Turkey. Adele nodded emphatically. “‘And-—a—real—good, old-fashioned ~-pumpkin piel” “‘Yes,"” rashly and positively. nt the pie, but her sister had no doubt one Phylida had said anything about would be forthcoming. “If I thought that pi good,” audibly cogitated the Adele ““Phylida’s pies are always good,” oe would be extra old lady. bristled loyally. the asserted, with some stiffoess “Well yes,” Ben jamin. grudgingly assented Mrs. “You may tell the gurls I'll J 5 | veracity she endeavored | little | was “A mouth like i “Refresh yourself on these!” advised Phylida, extending her a bag of fruit tablets, A rather shabby room this in which the girls sat, but one betraying the fact that its habitues were people of refine- ment, “Oh, Phil," said Miss Millburn, pop- ping a strawbercy square into her pretty mouth, ‘she asked me if we'd have pumplin pie for Thanksgiving Day. I told her yes. But you didn't say any- thing about it, Shall wel” “I think #0,” responded rather doubtfully, / Hal edly, Sars A 2 BY | WITH GUN IN HAND AND DOG AT HEELS. he was quite unlike this ls | per plump and her sisters, housek of the family, She peach-cheeked, with violet eyes, reddish-brown hair, and a baby's, dewy red “You see it is this way, girls." sl “Old Mr, give me a fine pumpkin for my Thanks plained. Miller promised to giving pies, but last week a stranger the Mil. let me bought out snd took possession of Whether he will impkin or not remains to be seen.” if Rosalie, artist ler farm. have the pt ‘Get one somewhere else he's dis. Agee able,” Rosalie counseled vaguely. was the of the family. Just now she was painting a bunch withered mignonnette, and expending onita good deal of chrome yellow, burnt sienna, and zealous devotion. “That is easily said,” cried Phylida, who, epitome of meekness and sweet. ness though she was, could not resist shooting her adviser a scornful glance. | ‘‘But nowhere—nowhere are such pump- At are not any others as good in this part of kins as Miller's raised! least there the world. His have the regular lemon "” flavor. “Get one of those, then,” said Rosa- lie, dreamily, changing her advice and ber brush with equal dexterity. “I wish,” said Phylida to herself that very afternoon, as, with the surah ties of ¥ her blue zephyr hood bowed uader Phylida, | th ago. of and her worn out of yrosperity buttoned over her brave lit- prosp ¥ her dimpled chin, sealskin jacket—a relic maternal tle body, she nade her way against a bleak north wind toward the Miller farm ~*I wish the girls would in the if a trifle less in their But ented, and [ am not. bit more interest managing the bills, are tal. And whatever is, and painting. then they is best.” With which axiom of to encourage herself. She walked rapidly. Her cheeks were rose-red, her eyes like sapphires, when she reached the gate leading into the Miller grounds. Swiftly she passed on toward the ga. bled, red roofed house. As she turned a curve of the avenue, she became aware of another pretence. In the path just ahead of her, gun in hand and dog at heels, a geatioman was | { stalking. SHE WAS PLUMP ~~ AND FRACH-CHEEKED. “OL!” groaned Adele, when she had taken her departure, and was walking | swiftly slong the road which led to the delapidated old house called Holly Hill | Lodge, where she dwelt with her sisters w—ttoh, and | Aunt Martha so rich! Such a condescen. | sion as she makes of a visit! if we only weren't poor, And we havo | to scrape and save for a month to have a | decent dinner the day she comes. Then, £f we don't ask her to dinner every fosti. wal, she goes around moaning about the fogratitude and neglect with which she | fis treated by ber brother's children. And the minister comes to give us some pa- ternal advice about being kind to a poor, lonely, loveless old woman. Phew! If] were a man, I'd swear!” Reaching the mansion, which boasted an air of dutinction as pronounced as Adele's own, despite ita very evident weed of paint and repair, Adele promptly retailed to her sisters the result of her distasteful mission, “But you were heroic!” commented Rosalie, with a sigh. Rosalie was a miniature edition of Adele, olive-skioued, dusk haired, deli- off his hat. swart and gray-haired, | new proprietor of the Miller farm as He looked beck ; he stood still; took Their glances met. Not like Mr. Mil- | ler—not in the least like Mr. Miller. That individual had been small and This gentioman was very tall, vory straight-limbed, very, | very baadsome, and young. With a pos. itive sinking of her heart Phylida noted | that, | Young! Shehad never dresmed of the | young. It would be harder to mk a favor of him than it would be if he were | old and ugly—yes, snd cranky-—or so she fancied, “ll bog your pardon,” she said as sho approached him, *‘but Mr. Miller promised — promised" What under the heavens had Mr, Mil. ler promised! There war something in the gleam of those brown aod brilliant eyes that routed memory, “Yes,” kindly, “He promised me You are the new owner of the fur?” He smiled. “Fortunately, yes." Was he laughing at ber! She felt the ante featured, take a tiny | sad music | questionable | ! jamin was more | low, | they later learned, “Well, Mr. Miller promised me a pumpkin.” There—it was said! “He did? Then you assuredly shall have one, Where-—to whom shall I send it?” For three years had Phylida obtained from Mr. Miller her Thanksgiving pump- { kin, Never had he offered to send it | home for her. the smallest one she could find, and then | had paid Billy Betts to carry it to Holly Hill Lodge for her. This menial duty the young gentleman in question per- formed annually with much cheerfulness for the sum of five “My name is Phylida Millburn, live at Holly Hill Lodge. " “Oh!” with a comprehensive lifting of thick, dark “Wait a please.” Bhe had always chosen cents, brows. mo- ment, He shouldered his way the crackling shrubbery. off through In a few min- utes he returned, balancing on his shoulder a huge globe of gold-—one sas. suredly large enough to have formed | Cinderella's coach. “That,” Phylida, { “must weigh thirty pounds, if jt We cried in dismay, weighs | an ounce. couldn’ use that in a | year." jut he deliberation toward Holly Hill, was walking with leisurely and she was obliged to turn and keep up with him. “You've no idea,” he said, COOLLY, | “what an appetite I have for pumpkin | Pi I i | | pie, and this doesn’t weigh quite pounds.” What did he With a quizzical expression his mean She actually gasped, eyes met hers, “Surely you ner Thurs To dinner sug gestion aimo He was had requested a favor, took away her breath. presuming on en mistaking him for a gentien “Indeed you ought,” pursued that Lf | most audacious of AD; for the young m sacred sake of en because of our parents ther and my father were fast fries My name is Bertram Bra ly.” an 1 h Vw to father! Bertram Bradly! good old | been her lent looking George Bradly and own | easy-going and i “l “did not kindlin Of course And did. “If only Aunt Martha will be civil to nnrovi mp IN " know, up g eyes, “‘that you were his son. you will come!" on Thanksgiving Day come he him!” the girls had murmured, forebod. ingly, to each other, “THAT MUST WEIGH THIRTY pouxpa.” To their pleased surprise, Mrs. Ben- than civil; she was downright affectionate to the young fel. Many and many a year before, as she bad refused to | marry George Bradly, and she spent her | life in regretting her rash declination. When nearly forty, she had wedded rich old Robert Benjamin for the home and | position he could give her. How anxious Phylida was about that dinner! And how pretty she did look, to-besure, in her plain black serge gown, with the bit of violet velvet ribbon at her throat! And what an altogether | delicious and successful dinner it was, after alll The turkey was cookad to a tempting degree of puffiness and bronze; the cran- | berry jolly looked like rubies melted and moulded ; the potatoes were whipped to snowy foaminess; the bread was perfec. tion, But the ple! The pie quite captured Mrs. Benjamin, Such daintily-brown and eracklingly-crisp and altogether un. surpassable pastry such flrm and golden ead fragrant-flavored filling! “It's like the pumpkin pie my grand. mothet used to make,” said Mrs, Benjs- min, thawing into geniality, But in her heart sho know it was a great deal better, When three months later she heard that Phylida was to marry the new pro: prietor of the Miller farm, her wrinkled visage relaxed into a knowing smile. } 4 tin a primit !a mining mach { tives are not much | to him thirty | i} | SgRSCAr min fame } is wong { 8 and {| would sth | : WIth | the mine coll + crimsom creeplog fron chin to brow, oi = “It's all that Thanksgiving Day pump- kin pie,” she said. who can make such a one deserves good luck. And I'll wager George Bradly's boy will make a fine husband !” And perhaps on the principle that it never rains but it pours, Phylida, on the Thanksgiving after her marriage, woke up to find herself wealthy in her own right. For Mrs. Benjamin had died, leaving her valuable property ‘to Phylida Brad- ly, who knew how to make a good pump- kin pie.” “Oh,” Mrs. Bradly, lifting a sweet face where smiles and tears were struggling for supremacy, ‘it seems shameful to plan the spending so soon, but now Adele can go to Milan to per- fect her music, and Rosalie shali study art in Paris, as she has always longed to do. “And laughingly. “Oh,” “I'm happy!” eried you” queried her husband, with a gay and positive nod, And-——unless extraor. M. Appearances are dinarily deceptive—she is, — Kate Cleary. ssemm— i ——————— Cheap Labor in Madagascar. Madagns carried on a proprietor of The na- BIAVES In In A Iaming is IVC WAY, says inery factory. better than point of pay and treatment. I wanted { drill to the to sell a mining superiatend- When I explained » amount of labor the drill saved ent of a mine one day. the and told him the it he laughed “Why, of men to work a price ot at me. I can get a whole gang for me for I thought his state. lifetime that money!" | aimed, was exaggerating things in ue ment, but n I looked into the system g there I found he he truth. The men wi it far Mad. and fourteen of minin was nn in those work twelve urs a day and only receive from six to lay for that hard labor. 1 saw 100 men coma rround men that if they would go back work in the dangerous mine he raise their wages two cents on About fifty of sad went day of the the men that eighteen the day. to ‘he mine same back in apse and | poor fellows were crushed and smothered to death. 1 never sold a mining drill {in Ma lngascar—labor at ten cents a day would knock out the sales of aay labor. saving PNSHiSErY: w= Unions Herald, New Teeth or AlL A Russian dentist claims to have dis- covered a new method of supplying people | with artificial teeth, which in the course of time become as good as natural teeth. He first then upon his private customers, and in snd The teeth are made of gutta experimented upon dogs, and all cases the results were identical success{ul, percha, porcelain or metal, according to The root of it, bored into the jaw and the tooth to be In a short time tender growths start in the cavity of the false teeth, and this growth hardening the pleasure of the patient, the false tooth has holes bored into and then holes inserted. the teeth become fixed in their positions. They can also be fitted to the roots of natural teeth that have been cut off short with the gums. There are some inconsis- fencies in the descriptions given by the dentist and it may be that the whole re- sult will prove as false as his newly made teeth. Further details and experiments are needed before the practice can be made popular in this country, i — Best Guns for Hunters. Edward W. Sandys, in Run and Gun department of Outing, says: *‘I would ——— { advise no man to use a gun larger than a ten guage, and honestly believe that it would be better were the *‘shoulder can- nons,” such as four guages, not manu. factured, and the same also might be said of repeating magazine shotguns. The ordinary sizes, tea and twelves, are already too deadly ia practiced hands for the welfare of our diminishing supply of game. Neither is it good sport to take too great advantage of opportunities. Two barrels and a killing powder, say as far as sixty yards, should be enough to satisfy an honest sportsman.” in II — i —— A Thanksgiving Dialogue, , “And, indeed, a girl I BOW { then squeeze upon it the benzine | } i sponge | it fora day in the sun and sir | INEXPENS | inexp« | bee! may be | added about a | rooms; { the eoRs, | Cook eggs and prepare toast | above, | smooth, | finely chopped | and sweet herbs to | four of the eggs and th a bowl, | an egg beater, | mixed with the reserved HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS, CLEANING WHITE MAnnLE. A useful recipe for the cleaning of white marble is: Two parts of carbo- nate of soda, one part of levigated pum. ice, and one part, of finely-powdered chalk; mix and pass through a sieve; make a thin paste of this and rub it well over the marble, After allowing it to stand awhile wash it off with soap aud water, — Courier-Journal, A USE FOR BENZINE. A cornoisseur in laces writes: “Never wash old lace and fine lace: nothing could excuse such an act of sacrilege, Benzine is the thing to effect the cleans. ing, and this will neither harm nor dis- color the fabric; and if there be an an. tique yellow hue, richly prized by its cwner, it will not depart therefrom by the use of benzine. “‘Should you wish to whiten your lace, cover a board with white lines or mus- lin, sew the lace on, wet with soapsuds (not too strong) quite frequently, and expose to the sun. A couple of days of this treatment will render it or any like fabric white as the driven still better way, though taking more time to accomplish, is to put the lace upon the board in the manner, it will catch each m« lay it in the sun till gq juite dry. of this treatment will suffice “To cleam your eabweb of put it in glass, earthenware, or china (never tin), pour over it pleaty of benzine, twirl and shake about in it. Bqueecze out gently and repeat the process till clean, Every particle of dirt will fall out. If f handli &« Pin or ate Ic upon a board covered flannel, with a SNOW, same plac ew rning's dew, then weex 1 Reo ince, too delic yr such with Let it dry on the board, hang the odor." New York Recorder. IVE AND ACCURATE RECIPES. The recipes given b nsive and ne themselves give gKiminle impie, ness: Poached Walter, care heated used «to dozen thicken slightly berve very hot. Poached Eggs With Tou directs a cupiul of tomato & Cal (You can use ething else), and na Heat 1 froe Liquor, straine matoes for » it with a teaspoo aful of butter, rabbed smooth with a small table spoonful of flour. Stir the sauce until it is thick and and pour it over the egps alter them in the lish. This is hicken you have laid very good, Savory Eggs—Six egus, BAUSAZEe Of mix with it a 1 enough min flavor it the half canfal of If the h of ham, latter be used, iry mustard an pin ed parsley well half whites of yolks of all into d for two minutes with add the milk and three. fourths of the minced meat; pour into a buttered puddin the whites of two eggs whipped stifl and mince. Bake covered for ten minutes in a stes iy oven; uncover and brown. Serveimmediately Crumbed Eggs—Cut six hard-boiled eggs to slices, dip into melted butter then into fiae cracker crumbs, and fry in good dripping. Spread triangles of fried bread with anchovy paste, lay them on a hot platter, and arrange the egg on these. Pour over all a cuplful of drawn butter in which a raw has been stirred. Bacon and Sweet Potatoes —Fry a dozen thin slices of breakfast bacon. Transfer them to a hot dish, and lay in cupful of milk. Break beat har gtd cg the dripping from which you have just | taken them ball a dozea medium-sized sweet potatoes cut into rather thick slices, Brown them slightly, and serve them heaped in the middie of the dish with the bacon laid around them. Mince with Egg--Mince any kind of cold meet, season with pepper and salt and add a few bread crumbs, Cover the bottom of scollop shells or small saucers with the meat, putting in each a bit of butter; break a fresh egg on top of each and set in a hot oven; when the egg be- gins to cook sprinkle a little cracker powder on it and a dust of salt, Serve hot. Cream Codfish—One pound fresh cod, one cup mashed potato, one cup milk, one tablespoonfal butter, one tablespoon. ful flour; salt and pepper to taste. Boil the cod the day before it is to be used, A proce near the tail is solid, and is bet. ter for your purpose than a thin slice. Flake it with a fork and add the mashed Make a white sauce by cooking the butter and flour until it thickens and then stirin the milk, Cook until Sioath and then it over t an Jomo; iedwe ie leave on the until it Is heated through and serve, Cold, boiled here | to remove g dish, and heap on top | Partially Petrified. Last Friday, George Yeater, of Sedalia, superintended removing the remains of Mrs. Archie Cox to Clinton. She was buried on her husband's farm in Benton County, near Quincy, thirty-three years ago, The coffin was in pretty good con- dition, also the silk dress in which the deceased was buried. The strange thing about the remains was that about one half of the body was turned to stone and the balance left a skeleton. Warsaw (Mo) Enterprise, Not a Local Disease Pocause Catarrh affects your heed, it ls not thers. fore s local disease. If 1 did not exist in your blood, ft oould not manifest iaelf in your nose. The blood Bow In your brain is before you finish reading this article, back in your heart again and soou distributed 10 your liver, stomach, kidueys, and 0 on, What ever impurities the blood does DOL CArTy away, cause what we oall dissases Theretore, when you have Catarrh muff or other inhalant can st most wive unly tem. porary relief. The only way Ww eToct a cure is to sitack the disease in the blood, by taking s oonstitg” tional resnedy lke Hood's Sarsaparilia, which elimi. patos all lopurities and thus permanenully cures Catarrhi. The sucosss of Hood's S8arsaparilla Asa remedy for Catarrh fa vouched for by many people It bas cured. XN. B Be sure w get Hood's. FArRM-PouLTRY 8 practical ponitry magarine best poultry paper published; tnt on tral 8X o's De Or one ha Sood? [oa mento n this nme roe, B, Johnson k Co, 8 Custom House Bt, Boston, Maa STHING ON Expy ENS LAY WiLL Sig pp alls Make HEX CONDITION POWDER iw ooncentrated, Doss smell In quantity costs than a tenth coset a day Prevents and cures all a oo Good for young ob Bens, Sang ne for ww bog? nu H Taking butter from milk was known in the earliest times. It was left for our time to make a milk of cod- liver oil. Milk, the emulsion of but- ter, 1s an easier food than butter, Scott's Emulsion of cod-liver oil is an easier food than cod-liver oil. It is rest for digestion. It stimulates, helps, restores, digestion; and, at the same time, sup- plies the body a kind of nourishment it can get in no other way. Ranh A Bowwn, Chemists, 130 South sth A venue, ow ors, Your druggnt keep Soorr’s Emulsion of cod liver oll all druggisn everywhere do, $1. = “German Li Here is an incident from the South —Mississippi, writte wr in April, 1890, just after the Grippe had visited that country. “I am a farmer, one of those who to rise early and work late. At the beginning of last Winter I was a trip to the City of Vicksburg, Miss. , where I got well wer of rain, I Ares hed in a she ent he and was soon after seized with a , hacking cough. This grew worse every day, until I had to seck reli I consulted Dr. Dixon who has since died, and he told me to get a bottle of Boschee's German Syrup. time my cough grew se and then the Grippe have Aave » me dry Meant worse came along and I caught that also very severely. My condition then compelled me to do something. 1 got two bottlesof Ges rman Syrup. 1 began using them, and before taking much of the second bottle, I was entirely clear of the Cough that had hung to me so long, the Grippe, and all its bad effects. I felt tip-top and have felt that way ever since.’ PETER ].Briavs, Jr., Cayuga, Hines Co., Miss, @ ADWAY’ PILLS The Great Liver and Stomach Remedy Por the cure of all disorders of the Somanh, Liver, Bowels, Kidneys, Biadder, Nervous Diseases, Lows of Headache, Constipation, Oostiveness, In a Bilousness, Vever, Inflammativa of the Bowen, and ali derangements of the Intrrasl ¥y vegetable, containing no mercury, minerals, or pho A. som drugs. WI be novom PERFECT DIGESTION by taking one of Red ar ie a Hictaing. Stout ten o'viook, at & SICK HEADACHE and wor
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