THANKSGIVING DAY! With grateful hearts let all give thanks, All lands, all stations, and all ranks: And the ery comes up along the way, For what shall we give thanks to-day? For peace and plenty, busy mills, | “The oattle on a thousand hills,” ' For bursting barns, wherein is stored The golden grain, a precious hoard: Give thanks! For orchards bearing rosy fruit, For yielding pod and toothsome root, Anlall that God declared was good In hill or dale, or fleld or wood: Give thanks! ~ For water bright ani sweet and clear, A million fountains far and near, For gracious streamlets, lakes, and rills That low from everlasting hills Give thanks! For summer dews ani timely frost, The sun's bright beams, not dno ray lost, For willing hands to sow the seed And reap the harvest, great indead: Give thanks! For hearth and home-—love's altar fires For loving children, thoughtful sires; For tender mothers, gentle wives, Who fill our hearts and bless our lives: Give thanks? For heaven's care, life's journey through, For health and strength to dare and do, For ears to hear, for eyes to ses Earth's beauteous things on lanl and sea: Give thanks! -~M. A. Kidder, S THANKSGIVING. | BESS ab [E CLEARY. MOST diffident modest It was. Perh ips because very BY KATE M. and knack it was so | diffident, so very | modest, irritated all the more the | Pee t alert | perves of Mr. | Godfrey Kirke, |° “Oh, come i tered the room. ithered face; a thougt i 14 worn dark gown, over her slender old-fash- | lin a ku, crossed LR shoulders, was clasped by an ioned medallion. “To-morrow will be Thanksgiving. | Ten eve,” she said; **I wished to know if I might prepare for the day after. An originally handsome apartment, this in which the old man sat, and it had been handsomely furnished. Now | both the room and its belongings bore the mark of creeping poverty, or ex- treme penuriousness., The master of the | house, seated by the center table, seemed | #0 share the He, too, had Now | he was expressive only age and in- | digence, {rom the threadbare collar of his limp dressing-gowo to the tips of his thin and shabby slippers. ‘Prepare what?’ he growled. “Why a turkey, sir; or a pie, or—or | a bit of cranberry -sauce, sir—" | He looked so flerce, her words died in her throat. | “Turkey! And where do you sup- | pose I can get the money to spen joa | turkey? And pie! To make usallsick, and bring doctors aad doctors’ lis down on me! And,” with a sail of disgust, ‘‘cranberry sauce--the skinny stuffl No, Mrs. Dotty. A bit of bacon and some bread will be good enough for poor folks like us—go wl eaough.” His housekeeper, for that was the un- | enviable position Mrs. Dotty occupied in Godfrey Kirke's household, resolved to make one last appeal. | character of the room. been haadsome once. of ! US | ! | "mm “om, COMB IN, coui x!" HE CRIED, “Bat I thought perhaps on account of the child,” she began, “The cnild—the child!” he repeated, frascibly, *‘I'm sick of hearing about ber.” Indignation made Mrs, Dotty quite bold for once. . “She's your own granddaughter, sir, That's whet she is.” “Well, I didn't ask for her, did I? 1] nover wanted to adopt her. What right had ber mother to make such a " hand of herself by marrying Tom Bar. rett, and then ccme back to die here, and leave me her girll Eb! She's an | expense, I tell you; that's all. An ex- | iid Pe "The Lord help us, but he's getting | worse than ever!” murmured the woman, as, with a bang that was downright dis- respectful, she slammed the door behind her. “You-—you, Miss Bessie!” Ske started, as she looked up, snd saw Bessie Barrett standing so near her. She was a slim, brown-haired little thing, of sbout seventeen. Bhe was clad jnan ili now very posrowful, v brows were blaek. The delioate features had a quite pinched were { trating damp of a : | corre 3 | f pleasant, gentle, | BOS putely rei ” cups, two saucers and two plates, Kirke poured oat his tea, shook a little | ranker | seemed | was not here, | quietly, take her seat, and when her | meager su | as softly. | she was generally there, | when she popped in her mild old head. | turne #Yes; and I-—heard,” Oh, don’t—don’t mind, dear!” said Mrs. Dotty, soothingly, putting a hand that looked like wrinkled ivory on the girl's arm, *‘He is just a cross, soured, lonely old man.” “I do mind I” Bessie passionately eried. “Ob, I do! Isha'n't stay here! I sha'n't be an expense to him any longer. 1 will go away somewhere!” She broke down in weeping. “Now, Miss Bessie, dear, you mustn't cry that way; you really mustn't. I loved your mother before you, and love you." But the poor, little, old comforter was almost crying herself, Years before, the Kirkes were the people of wealth and position in that part of the country. But one trouble after ansther had come upon the house. First, the wife of the master died. Maud, the daughter, married a man whose only crime was poverty, He was a frail, scholarly man, quite unfitted for a flerce struzgle against adverse fortune, He fell ill and died. A year later his wife followed him, leaving their child to its grandfather, Godfrey Kirke. To the latter had come the final blow when his only son Robert, his hope and pride, had run away to Then in the | house, which since the death of the mis. tress had cheerless and dreary place, began a rigid reign of miserli a fit of bitter sea. been a and conse juent misery. Jessie broke from iend and ran Jess upstairs and into her own little bare room. There the though the day was cold with the pene- id from off the | window and | ut across the flat where was no fire in grate, wit OCeAn. She went stood tl} looking narshes. t mMmarsies, ere brown xd, greenish and turbuier ’ ’ she # 4 rs : - norriA day, “but it can tbe worse oul old Astrahan and a pair of 3. Thea she short felt hat his penci Dotty responded. one servant (if ctly be termed wd t sad t her master. ing presence of “Teal” “Yes, sir.’ The meek ho 1sekeeper minutes | ’ withdrew. later she brought ia a tray on which were tea, bread, butter, two Mr. of the sugar he was about to use back ia the old silver bowl, added carefully a few drops of milk sad cut a slice of bread, “Batter has gone up three cents in the last week,” he said. *‘I can’t afford to use butter.” S80 he munched his bread dry, with a sense of exaltation in his self-imposed | penance. He would not open the poothouse-door for himself by using but- | ter. But, somehow, the mak tea tasted | than usual, Barely the bread | was sour. And the gloom outside the | small circle that the lamplight illumined singularly dense. What What was missing? What was | He paused, his hand falling | The child—as he and Mrs, was | wrong! differeat? by his side. | Dotty had always called her—the child | i She used to slip in so | pper was over, glide away just Yes, little as he noticed her, | He rang the | bell sharply. | ] «Where is shel” he asked Mr. Dotty, There was no need to parficularize. Mrs, Dotty cast a arourd «Isn't she herei” Without waiting for a reply, she 1 and ran up the stais to Beasie's | There she knocked. No | answer. She opened the door, weat in. { The room was empty. Hastily she descended the stairs, «Shs is not in, sir,” “Where is shel” «I don't know, sir.” Impatiently Godfrey Kirke pushed his chair back from the table. “You ought to know; it's your busi. ness to know. But it doesn't matter-- it doesn't matter in the least.” Down to Hanna in the kitchen went Mrs. Dotty. “Did you see Miss Bessie?” “Yes'm. Passin’ westward a couple of hours ag>—yes'm.” “Oh!” Mrs. Dotty breathed a relieved sigh. swift, searching look room. The Devers lived almost a mile away. Asa storm was blowiag up she would most likely stay there over night. About ten o'clock Mr. Kirke's bell again tingled out. Agaiu Mm, Dotty a red before him. *‘Has the child come int" “No, sir.” “Do you know why she went out!” oI suspect, sir.” “Well, speak up.’ “She overheard our conversation to. day." “What of iti" “Nothing of it," with a very angry flash from very faded eyes, *‘except that she vowed she would be an expense to you no longer.” “She did, eht” “Bhe did.” “Well,” grimly, “1 hope sho won't!" The child had a sulky fit, She was probably at the house of some neighbor. She would return when her tantrum had off. All this he told himsell. Still ho sat in his lonely room till long after midnight, listening, listening When he finally went to bed it was to roll and moan till daylight Yi She vague wretohedness of unhappy Nooo-the ncon belore Thanksgiving eve, ~~came, went, Bessie did not re turn, All forenoon it rained. Toward even. ing the rain cessed, and » fog, & ohull, | years | | wr | W i i | TOW & { first man who ofle ! obligati | room. | the ! would be to him now his twenty-thou- | at interest, | ness in his mind. smoky, blinding fog, began to creep up from the Atlantic. “If you don't mind,” said Mrs. Dotty, making her appearance with a shawl over ber head, “I'll just run over to Devers’ and see what is keeping Miss Bessie.” “Do!" he answered, She had spoken as if the distance were not worth considering, but it was quite a journey for her. Wheh she returned she looked white and scared. «Shoe isn't there hasn't been,” “Hark!” said Godfrey Kirke, holding up one lean hand, “That is only the carrier with the flour.” Ask him if he has seen her?” Mrs. Dotty went into the hall. instantly she returned. “He has not, He says there is the body of a young woman at the town Almost morgue.’ “What!” Godlrey Kirke leaped from his chair. “He saya that the body of a young girl was found in the East Branch to-day." Godfrey Kirke sank back in his seat, Mrs. Dotty smiled a hard little smile to herself as she closed the door and went away. Bhe knew bow many friends Bessie had, She shrewdly suspected if she were not found at one place she would be at another; and she was malici- { ously and plea antly conscious that she had given the hard-hearted old man a genuine SCAre. 3 Long the latter sat where she had left Thinking. For the first time in was thinking, sadly, seriously, solemnly. In his ife's time the house used to be gay and ht, so filled with com- 0 . him. he Than sgiving-evel cheerful on that ni fort and bright anticipations, so odorous things t RB ain with the homely fragrance of good | in the kitchen, so delightfully merry with | the brisk bustle attendant on the was desolate, | mor- festivity, N it darksome wit! and bi loom Those fault was itl ke, as savagely yw depressing his moment nas he would have “wea to another, His! HE HAD THE WEAPON IN HIS HAND. when his devoted wife had drooped and died under his ever-increasing arrogance, dictation. His! when Maud married the Tered from her father's prett Robert ran away to ns and unjust His! when left him ¥ rule, #8 DATTOW laid upon him. his lead daughter had could no longer endure his brutality, or accept from him the scant support be so grad. gingly gave. His fauit—all In those lonely hours the whole relentless truths He with a ape th restrictions the child his! truth dawned as such will dawn, i iropped his head on his ha upon him, most bitter brilliance TE | groan, dim, shabby dying fire in { what use looked around the He looked at the He wondered o He grate, huadred ros , the mooey he had out y rose in a dazed kind AL alg yf meadow lat of way, a shadowy purpose taking definite ~ He wished he had batter to Besse: he wished but been what wishing now! There one satisfactory answer to A shot from ader, that he was the use of could bx all his self condemnation. the revolver in the drawer y had always kept in res lines for possible He rose. He moved toward His figure cast a fantastic shadow on the wall. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, There might be thanksgiving for his death, though there could never have been any for his life, Hark! He had the weapon in his hand. He started nervously, Was that Bessio’s voice! He turned, dropping the revolver with a clatter. Yes, there she was, not aia burglars, the table, | three feet away, fresh, fair, damp, smil- Bessie had probably gone to Rose Devers | | house, ag. “It is the queerest thing,” she said, coming toward him as she spoke. *'I felt—badly—yesterday, and | went over to Mrs, Farnham's to see if she could get me work. 1 met Mes, Nelson, and she asked me to go home with her, Dicky was ill, and she wanted me to stay over night, She sent you a note, At least she sent the boy with it, but he lost it, and only told her so this afternoon. As soon as I knew that I started home alone—although Dicky was no better.” “Yea!” maid Godfrey Kirke, He was listening with an unusual degree of in- torost, “And to-night, when | was almost here, (Nelsons' 1 quite two miles away, you know), I got lost in the fog.” Her grandfather regarded her 1 amagorent, What made he paie cheeks so bright! What excitement had blackened her gray ewes! Anda pentlmann who was coming here found me, and-—and brought me home, Please thank him, grandpa. Tore ho isl" With an inmedulous, gasping ory, Godfrey Kirke retreated, as a big brown, muscular fellow came dashing in from the ball. “Robert!” “Father!” Then they were clasped in each other's Arms, “I'm back from the ses for good, | | somebody | | | i i himself, to escape | His! when | piat | ' if no pink or reddish j father. And I chancad to find my little niece Bessie lost out there in the fog, A young lady, I vow! And I was think- ing of her as a mere baby wet! Just think! 8he tells me Charlie Nelson wants her—" “No! Well, Charlie is a fine fellow. He can have her-—a year from to-day.” B80 now you know why the Kirke homestead is dazzling with lights and flowers, and why it resounds with laugh. ter this Thanksgiving; why old Godfrey | { h i {| nishing Review. 43 “paruen! mm Huponent! why iL 1 so proud end le Mrs. Dotty { Beandinavians ealled this | by some equivalent of oxhide, there is | some probability that this may be the The Hoisaead. It has been guggested that as skins and hides formerly did duty as bottles aud vessels for carrying wine and other liquors, the hogshead or hogshide was juors, 2 originally a barrel of the same capacity as a liquor containing vessel made of the skin or hide of a hog, Others think it may have been ‘oxhide” from which the word wus derived. As the Duteb and kind of a cas) true origin of the word, House Fur pre A Li SE Both the method and results when | Byrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant | ! and refreshing to the taste, and acts | gently yet promptly on the Kidneys, Liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys tem eflectually, dispels colds, ad | aches and fevers and 50 blesse ily contier every heart ~The Ledger. — Thanksgivinz Roast Pig, re } pom ar ren r 4 pig, tho [} hall of the « ¥ insists on loal | If you use corn Drea pone of bread baked, S000 as it} i son it hig minced ity and asten it well sage, thyme, —just en flavor y of fresh ith stock ) igh t butter: m cream, of even hot ate + waler. pig well and sew it up you have a tin roaster and be roasted mg pan and set it | the stove door opet 108 10 COOK, grad mlly ci yor, 80 that Lhe done too fast, he pig ma flour when put i not be be well in the pan. cooking will t Iredged with Mix some fl ther ina f, AD | pour art of hot water in the pan with the pig when it is y the fire, Haves larding-mop in of flour and butter, and mop with the mixture yar and butter toge about 8 quar qt 4 tl e piate the frequently while it @» ro If & roaster is used, t about two : i t from the fire at fist, but pig sting. set ! of continue as pig tly with the hile ] of mop. to move it nearer and nearer he To be sure the pig is done, thrust a skewer through the thickest part of him; out It brown pour a saucepan aad cook it sufficient y. Th NOCOSSArY if the pig was cooked in the oven. The may be boiled in well sited water, poutded up, and added to the gravy, which should be very savory and plentifal, The pig should be invariably served with baked sweet potatoes and plenty of good pickle and sauce, either mushroom for despite his is not very safe pepper, — FAS] rich done Hoe oO and ought Lo be a When the pig i» is done, all over the gravy in i is will not be stove pig's liver or green pepper catsup, toothsomeaness, roast PR eating without plenty of red (Good Housekeeper, An Informal Repast. “I suppose,” said Mrs, Brown, ‘you would like me to wear a new dross at this Thanksgiving dinner you aro going to givel” “Can't afford it,” growled old Brown, “As long as you have the turkey well dressed you will pass muster,” Judge. ——————— The Thanksgiving Turkey. 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