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Laboratory Binghamton, N. Y. In Corinth, about the time \wenty figs brought two cents, of Christ Brat oF Ouro, Cry or ToLEDO, } Lucas County. ”. Fravk J. CHENEY makes oath that he is the senior partner of the firmof ¥. J. Cuagxey & Co,, doing bhasiness In the Clty of Toledo County and State aforesaid, and that said firn | will pay the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOL LARS for each and every case of Catarrh that cannot be curad by the use of HALL'S CATARRE Cure. Faaxx J, Cuexey. sworn to before me and subsoribed in m presence, this 6th day t Degpmbar, A.D. 1 GLEASOXN, Notary Public Hall's Catarrh Cure istaken 'n directly on the blood a us surfaces o the system. Ser A for test vials, « O HENEY & Co. EF Said by Dr: Tired, Weak, Nervous “1 was 110 ternally and nets free, vedo, 0, . THe, a bled wit had no appetite, | CiveUp All Work enrs ago. Last me, am statement b n this until a well auld have writte wanted to walt sottiod v y trot alter cold w see If any sy But not so, health, full day's work ia and { my 1bie roty ur: or 1 am now in the best I am 64 years of age, and doin at blacksmithing. Hox Hood SS ECUTes Barsaparilia cured my complaint and me renewed health,” mont, N. H. iT gave Fraxx Caanox, Clare Get only Hood's, 00d’'s Pills cure nausea, sick headache, gestion, biliousness. Seid by all | druggists, * WORLD'S-FAIR % INMIGHEST AWARD! ne Gx R EAT MEDICINZA FOOD babi ai Has justly acquired the rep n of being The Salvator for INvVvALIDS & The-Age d. AN INCOMPARABLE ALIMENT for the GrowTH and PROTECTION of INFANTS and CHILDREN A sup r nutritive in ¢ ued Fevers, And a reliable remedial agent in all gastric and enteric diseases; often in instances of consultation over patients whose digest ive organs were re duced to such a low and sensitive condition that the IMPERIAL GRANUM was the only nourishment the stomach would tolerate when LIFE seemed depending on its retention ;— And as 2 FOOD it would be difficult to conceive of anything more palatable. Sold by DRUGGISTS. Shipping Depot, JOHN CARLE & SONS, New York, i ——— Your Poor Tired Husband. He has worked hard all week. Let him sleep late Sunday morning, then treat him to a breakfast of ’ Buckwheat Cakes. § Ved? xy JOHN W. MORRIS, Washington, 1a O 'NSI Sipime ner U 8 yrain nat war, 15 adjudionting claims, sity sinos hy the | dows | A SONG OF THA.IKSGIVING, Thanksgiving In the youth of the Nation, When the harvest had yielded its store There was feast and oblation, Or when danger had lifted its hand, From the lips of the living A Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving! Our home was a wilderness then With the floods to snfold it , To- lay with its of men, We rejoice to behold it, nillions From the sea to surge of the soa, Wo have all for a treasure We are blest in the promised To-bo In a manifold measure, War flaunts not a red pennon n W, For the “ike Lirds that are twin, on one bough Sit the und tho encle, The clash of the conflict that remember, olive is regal , dove cleft We in sorrow Dut the fire of the great fusl Int! has left 1¢ ash scarce an ember, F of yr the fruit of the time whate'er we ether born « Be the r the Ww our toil For have fought fo o brain r r the soll mead we have sougnt for had from His hand of all living, + ring through the leagth ¥ 5 we have ois Lord ther Ji ian A Thanks: ! vin Thanksgiving w nnton Seoll ard, rn nn I—- BRAND'S THANKSGIVING, y with John, witating hand on hi Eben ye ns, said | after | 8 mo in his “Brother an’ over there Thanksgiving." *“I hate holidays,” growled John, throwing off his father’s hand roughly and continning his attack on woo ¢ sons shod ix iz ht IT ge glad to see Ye, . Lg the Brand walked slowly into the i and Away and seated little Billy contrasted gre Ww wrse and Ley ut of the yard Nov nd frozen mber as hard ' Of It was a erisp morniz the gro and a the ir the a8 A TOOK ice over all The back of brittle covering pu idles and in muddy rats on the mountain-side were f of on house bare leaves and their branches sighed and shivered in | the wind. John Brand threw down his axe and gazed after the retreating wagon with lowering brow, Ten years before hier mother had died, He had loved his mother-al- | most worshiped her, in trath-—and | her death had made him feel very | bitter against the fate which had taken her away. His father had never had any great share of his flerce young heart--he was so much dif ferent from his mother. But they al | ways got along well together, and for the next four years, instead of strik- | ing ont for himself, as he had in- | tended, John put his best exertions | into the work of ranniog the great | farm. There were two hundred acres of it, woodland and meadow, hill and plain, It would all be his some day, so there was no use 1a John's going off for him- sell, so his father said, and John was accounted a fortunate fellow indeed by the neighbors. But a change began to come over his father. John was slow to suspect the onuse, although the neighbors, as neighbors will, saw and understood it from the first. John had been so wrapped up in his mother that never for an instant did he think that his father might see some other woman whom he might wish to make his wife, It therefore came like a thander-olap when the farmer told him that he was about to marry a neighboring farmer's daughter, a young woman not much more than hall his age, the union by John did not | words, His determination Thanksgiving! Of yore, There rang through the length of the land the will | 3 ! Know ‘cepting at | being | He w | stood ! weomod, fa fot, to have made him dumb, He only looked his scorn, anger and contempt, and from that | day was a changed being. His sociability and wit had enliv- ened almost every gathering of young people in the region since his arrival at manhood. These gatherings knew him no more. He refused every invi- tation, retired within himself and brooded over the wrong which he fancied had been done his mother's memory and himself, He would not even attend his fath- wedding and when Mr. Brand brought his bride home all traces of his former wife-—those little things which had become as familiar to him as the old honse itself—had disap- peared. Her picture which had been taken in her bridal dress and had hung over the high mantel in the parlor, her work table, the *‘‘ericket,” on which her feet had rested during the long evenings when she sat and sewed or mended-—all wore gone and nothing but a he ap of ashes and charred wood in the great open fireplace was left. Mr. Brand had never taken John to task for this. He felt somehow as though he had no right to complain. The things had been more John's than | his, mained entirely faithful to the dead. At first this | to gain John's favor; but the young | man repelled all her advauces and | never spoke to her unless he | solutely obliged. or's forced to. He to no one unless | even | carrie 1 his clothing {the neighborhood to bes mended, rather than have Mrs. Brand touch his garments, for John was the one who had re- | new wife tried her best | was ab- | Iu fact, he spoke to! an old lady in | - scene of John's labors and watched the chips fly from the sticks with delight, They seemed to fly all the faster the longer he watched them; but John him away, It was quite a fortnight after Thanksgiving Day. The weather had | been threatening for several days and brewing. John loaded up the wood- tearn during the forenoon with stove wood for the old lady who did his mending and washing, he partly paid her for the work. he elimbed aboard and gathered the reins Billy came round the of the house, “Can I go to ride with you, ple nse? he asked, donbtfully, to Mrs. Peckham's.” “ Not top of this load, weigh so much that the horse conldn’t draw it,” growled John sarcastically. But Billy took the reply in good faith, “Can I ride empty?” he John growle might have and drove out of the yard, Billy started bravely in the rear, although {it was quite two miles to Mrs, Peck- ham’s. 1t was terribly oc | turned up the collar of his rough e [and chirrnped to the horses, | wheels creaked most musically the hard snow and the little fig trudged sturdily along in the rear. Billy's short legs could not keep pace | | with the strides of the farmbh he ETh laally fe ] in i. J ) back at him a scowl and up corner " on ba asked, i meant ve sk when the something which or nothing, f ’ ont The over (ure raes and | beh ith an io JusT SEFORE T id t 1h : ung wife did all she to her . th ymelaing « con no avail, an married alse to think 1e to the Br in foresaw wonld event and possess his passively endured wife; he the life | piace had hated almost murderous t up would die, a strong, } an ill the ¢ go and bef but Billy grew wealthy r wrt life r Brand's } Years never having seen day in He old id eo nple tely own and its contents Bran ] No am ¥ WAYS Woh ) : hated was hild of sre he d| unt of his heart the more for : 1 sweet-tempered. | 1ld not even tonch the child All the bitterness ho had cherished | for these six long years filled his heart yu this Thanksgiving morning as he gazing after the departing There had been nothing to keep him at home from the Thanks | giving merrymaking except his own ugly feelings, for the farm work was all finished and everything made ship- shape for winter. There was wood enough ent already to last an ordin- ary lifetime, but there was a certain fierce pleasure for him in foreing the axe into the knotty sticks, He worked moodily on till noon, then fed the stock, and after locking the house went down to the village tavern and eat his dinner there, It was almost dark when he returned to the farmhouse. He did the chores and went to bed before the others ar rived—little Billy wild with delight over the festivities of the day, Mrs, Brand smiling and happy, snd her husband with a sore spot in his old heart for his eldest son. Winter came quickly after that Thanksgiving. The snow wrapped everything in its fleeoy covering, drifted over fences and noross the pub- lio roads, became crusted bard and snowed again, repeating the perform ance until it lay three or four feet deep all over the country side. Farmer Brand shelled corn or smoothed axe helves and hoe handles in the kitchen corner ; John chopped wood all day long as though he had taken a con- tract to supply the whole village with kindling ; little Billy, with Guard, the Seoteh collie, played in the snow and eama in rosy-cheeked and phating after his frolic with never a of ‘“eroup” that bane of dren Fho re brought ap like hot house nts, "arm a kim an wagon | after putting | bitter cold and Sometimes Billy stopped near the down to th ready ont 1 th Mrs. Braud threw a head and went shawl Ove ha § b ua He rss sn the coming storm VW were in the air, | John eat his dinner moo lily and ap- | John Brand's Thanksgiving. parently undisturbed ‘"Riah says she thought he followed you when you went to old Mis" Peck: ham's, John," said his father, coming in after an unsuccessful search of the premises. ‘Didn't you see him?” ““No, I haven't seen the brat!” sponded his son, surlily, Mrs. Brand began to ery and the old man's weather-beaten face worked pitifully as he said in a broken voice: “Don't take on sp, 'Riah. I'll gat the neighbors roused and we'll find him, so don’t you worry,” He hurried out on this mission and John soon followed him, unable to stand the accusing looks of his step- mother, A half-dozen neighbors responded to the eall for searchers and started out in different directions, expecting to find the child somewhere near the house, He certainly couldn't have gone far in the snow, John attacked the woodpile more fiercely than ever, feeling as though every blow of his axe was cutting the threads which bound little Billy to this life. The child could not live many hours wan- dering about in this weather, and he, John Brand, would be his murderer? Suddenly he threw down his axe, unable to endure this self-torture longer. He unchained Gaard, and with hasty strides started off down the road. His keen eyes examined every foot of the white drifts on either side of the beaten way, Somewhere little Dilly must have turned out of the wagon track, Not far below the houss the wood- land Half a mile th h this and he came to the place he been for. There were the child's re paid no attention to hischildish prattie and his dark, scowling face soon drove | the wisencres declared a heavy storm | This was how | As | “I want to go | Yon! perfect ! team's | ld and John | vked | starte 1] HANKSG into the woods, He followed them (rapidly. Guard snifing excitedly st the prints of the little rubber boots, 1 A pr yards back from the road was the log on which little Billy had | sented himself to rest. When he arose { from that he turned deeper into the | woods instead of toward the road, { John and the dog pressed on before |the blast. The snow was coming { faster now, and the footprints might | soon be obliterated, He shouted occasionally us he went on, but no answer reached him, The child had traveled an astonishing dis | tance, snd almost directly away from home, Before long John reached higher ground and found that the boy had climbed the monnutain side. Final lly Guard bounded away with a short, sharp bark, and hurry ing on | John found him licking z the cold fac of his little master where he lay curled st the foot of a great | There was a strange f gnarled oak. eeling at Jo Brand's heart as he pick and strode down the t2eth of the blast, The wind had risen howled and shrieked {woods in a perfect f | Guard cowered before The keen wind eut John's bare hands and face like a knife, but he pressed on dederminedly, sheltering the child's {body as much as possible the cold, He was cold himself, could never remember cold in his life before ; but somehow the unconscious of the little . J ins { child close against his breast was warm- ed the boy up hillside in and the Even strength. ton gale through renzy. its from John Brand Deng 80 bho ly his cold heart hard and bitter ng | and everviian IVING ter he Retiie father hol to hi looked ac thie He pushed 1t AWAY hearth § coction and his stepm gill y Whore thanks to n m i, WY SON 1 John indeed, to ye reverently, a Hed, It was late, but tals was —— Giving Thanks tor Turkey. We're tha The nkful yysters with the turk: Ihe health we have, the sw Wit ngs which to us The fen, glorious pamj he he wpe of heaven beyoo The sweat aloes, pip ing y blue forgmt for the things we at. oat me are sent kin ples, ithe skies ot no h bhioss The clustered The celery crisp and coll and white, The chicken gravy, seasoned right ; The royal pones of swest corn bread, The righteous sleep of all our dead |, The yellow beet, the pr snip brown, The cross that mast pe the crown , The butter served In pots of gold, On panonkes of herole mold ; The wide expanse of all things good, Nowise less toothsoma thouga they're rade, | And last of all, our dinner done, We hasten to give thanks as one Who feals that thanks are more than due For medicine to pull him through, -W, J. Lampson, menot sede Thankinl, *“T don't see what makes people go to football games on Thanksgiving Day,” remarked his wife. *““It hasn't anything to do with the spirit of the oocasion. ” % “Oh, yes, it has,” was the reply: “1 never went to a football game in my life that I didn’t feel tremendously thankful that I wasn't one of the players.” Practically Considered, “What's the good of Thank Day, snyhow!” exclaimed ¥ Peto in a discontented tone, “What's the good of it " ry Meandering Mike in dismay. Pete, some times you talk Iar hesthen. Don't you fd - Thanksgivin's one of the free lunch days in the whole year ding hn 1 4 the | salt and pepper the turkey well | which DAY OF FEASTING, SOME GOOD THINGS FOR THER THANKSGIVING DINNER, Approved Recipes for the Great American Feast Day — Boast Turkey and Stuffing — Pumpkin Ple, dina oe HANKSGIVING is a purely American foast day. It is a day dedicated not only to the ving of thanks, but - rightly enough, for there 18 nothing which will inspire to a { feeling of thorough content and good | fellowship with t he world n | 1) good dinner The New York Herald | ers excellent dinn r, with many proved he preparation of the to one 1 ore than Riven iia re some Kugeestions recipes it dist differer Oyster Boup—To make a delicions soup out of theese sucealent the Have two nice SRUCE pans, on« for the 1% & diner {i hinve bivalves observe following Jy GF Pores direction line 1 ther this .* agate { Iain 11k and the oysters. As you must Put in Ww heap- a level blades of Stand over a sl In the other ssucepan pn quor from two quarts of oysters, leaving the oys- ters in the colander through : the liquor h been drained or use stand this juice of the ir eight good-sized mauce pans one three pints of milk, with ing of butter, suit and two people, tables; oonful tearpoonial of mace. w fire, iv We which until over tl sehot ] for re Thanksgive put it ready get out ; pan aud place it its side, o water in the sn, as it will baste itself; if t fat, ut a little water in the bottom of the A tweive pound tarkey requires hres hours” good Yoasting."“X hat is not well 4 is a miserable thing and this is a Thanksgiving feast ust be perfect. Keep ih: water the while the red ’ iatier, iii YOu are in it » turkey turkey IRYing on fat pt 5% 1 iv 0 fi 1H ne os kKetlle on n Ar Gash » pieces than for stew pan with i, cover 8 itter and rinkls n the gravy in the gh to cover the cover with a biscuit k oven till erust This pie may be cold, but is belter hot, and is delicious. How to Make chopping te hav ple, in a qui ieate brown Ww pan, ing enon chicken in crust; bake Is A del served hot or the Staffing—Put in half of an onion, AK sprig of parsley and a good sized stalk of celery; chop these all very fine, then take a loal of stale bread which has had the eruast removed and been soaked in cold water until soft; pat it in with the chopped herbs; flavor well with sweet majoram, salt and pepper, and after mixing all well together put itin the tarkey. Sew up the aperture, and just before placing in the oven outs bowl side, Pumpkin Pie—To a quart of squash, has been boiled and mashed through a colander, add the yolks of four eggs, a tablespoonful of mel. ed butter, a little salt; sweeten with half molasses and half sugar; season woll with powdered cinnamon, ginger, mace and allspice; add the milk the Inst thing, making it the consisteney of » thick batler; pour it in the pie pan, already lined with paste, and bake till a nice, rich brown; do not bake till watery, this spoils the pie. Oyster Pie Line a deep porcelain dish with a rich paste; pat in two quarts of oysters well rsensoned with salt and pepper, a little powdered mace, a fow little pats of butter and some chopped Patuey stir in a cup of fine cracker crumbs put om a top erust and bake in a quick oven, Celery Salad+Cat the in small r sad whet go ur over it mayonnaise dress £ i vinegar and salt may be added to
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