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VOL. XXVII. NO. 32. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 28, 1894. 81.00 -FEB ANNUM.
est
Wb I
The population of Europe donblos
once each COO years.
The total ooHt of the Chinese mis
eions amounts to about 81,250,000 an
Dually, In timet) of war the armies of Euro
pean nation can be raised to 9,300,000
men, bu1 tho daily expenses will be
nearly $20,000,000.
Fiirru land in the northern tier of
counties of New York brings Icbs
money now than it did fifteen years
ago, avers tho Mail and Express.
In Australia horses and cattle are
now being branded by electricity from
storage batteries. The temporature
is uniform, and the brand safe and ar
tistic. China has only 200 miles of railway
in actual operation. Japan's total
length of railway lines, for which con
cessions are granted, is 2520 miles, of
which 1912 miles are in aotnal opera
tion. A Western health officer is interest
ing himself in the cultivation of
mushrooms, lie says: "I suppose
that thousands of tons of mushrooms
go to waste every year in the Slate of
Ohio alone, while huurcds of pounds
of the same ediblo are imported into
the Btate from Franoe."
A now monument to Garibaldi, and
the finest in Italy, is io be erected in
Rome soon. It is said that there is
not a town of any considerable size
id Ialy which has not a statue of
Garibaldi and one of Victor Emmanue1.
A monumont to Victor Emmanuel
now in course of erection at Home it
to cost $5,000,000.
It is said that seven suicides is the
normal daily average in New York and
. vicinity. Facts collated prove that
.poverty, which is usually considered a
prime canso for solf-murdor, does not
figure as the motive in the majority of
these suicides, for roost of tho persons
are those in comfortable circum
stances. Those who have theories about the
. necessities of beginning a literary
career in early youth will find no con
venient illustration in the biography
of Mr. Du Maurier, muses the Now
York Tribune. When "Fetor Ibbet
on" was published tho author was
already fifty-seven. Years have not
destroyed his freshness of feeling.
One of the most dolightful thiugs in
"Trilby" is its atmosphere of vital
energy. '
One needs only to turn to the rec
ords of the Pension Office in Washing
ton to realize how rapidly the men
who fought in the Union Army thirty
years ago aro passing away. The
latest report of the Commissioner of
Pensions shows that the number of
applications for pensions has fallen
from 803,709 in 1891 to 40,148 in
1894, while about 87,000 Were dropped
from the rolls during the last fiscal
year because of death.
The assassination of President Car
not has made the fortune of the hard
ware dealer in Cette, where Caserio
bought the knife with whioh he com
mitted his crime. The man's name is
. Guillaumo. Since the origin of the
kuife became known, no day has
passed without Guillaumo's receiving
orders for the "Carnot poignard."
Theso orders come not only from
France, but also from foreign coun
tries, in such numbers that the dealer
cannot fill them. One house in Brus
sels alone ordered 300.
. Women are certainly driving men
from many fields, notes the New York
Tribune. In the town of Fieber
jbruon, near Innsbruck, Tyrol, a few
weeks ago, there was a wrestling
.'match for women. Six representa
tives of the fairer sex showed their
(strength and agility before 400
spectators, who cheered the victors
lustily. It was a disgusting exhibi'
tion, A visitor, in describing the
struggles, says that the women quickly
lost their temper, and pulled out
I handful of each other's hair.
: The Students' Movement is now or-
j ganized in more than 400 colleges. It
Y was started in Philadelphia five years
; ago, and its purpose is defined as fol-
i lows: "To organize the students in
the uuiveriities and every great pro
5 fessioual school, so that each college
I ahull have suitable rooms for sooial
,' and religious advantage, that young
men coming as strangers to the city
can be introduced into good homes,
to attendance upou churoh, and to be
surrouuded by healthful, sooial and
religious influences, and that th social
s and spiritual side of the student's life
.hould be looked after as carefully as
- aJlUK
I aeU o
intellectual."
Experiments are being rnndo with
lompressed hay soaked in la drying
)il for paving blocks.
The statistics of life insurance
poople show that within the last
iwenty-flve years tho averageof unan's
ifohos increased five per cent., or two
thole years, from 41.9 to 43. W years.
The adoption of a nnfyorsal postage
damp, whioh can be as ad in any coun
try, will be the most important pro
posal at the '97 Postal Congress in
Washington, announces the St. Louis
Jtar-Sayings.
Brazil has long been having a revo
lution. Now the bill has) been pre
tented. It is for $40,000,0(00, and, ac
cording to the Ban Francisco Exam
iner, Brazil cannot holpibut wonder
thriftily if -she got enough fun for the
coney.
Census returns of the i Indian Ter
ritory show that ont of its population,
178,097, only 25,055 are Indians,
these belonging to the five civilized
tribes Ohorokee, Chickasaw, Choc
taw, Creeks and Sominolos. There
ire 109,893 whitos, and out of the
total population 82,724 are women
nd girls.
The United Statos Entomological
Commission has shown that our forest
trees are hotels, whore a multitude of
insects board and lodge. The oak
provides provision and a home for 309
ipeoies of insects and lodgings for 150
more. The elm makes full provision
for the wants of sixty-one specie and
harbors thirty others. Tho pine bears
the bnrden of supporting from its
wn vitality 151 species, while twenty
more love its shady retreats.
M. Cosimir-Perier, President Of tho
French Republic, during his recent
tour in the provinces, drove about in
an especially constructed carriage the
seat of whioh was so high that an or
dinary person could scarcely reach it
from the street. Any repetition of
the Caserio incident would have been
impossible. The President was always
aocompanied in his drives by a large
force of gendarmes, und at the various
railroad stations the public- was care
fully exoludod from the platforms.
Colonel Dulicr, a Bolgian officer,
Las discovered that steam precipitates
the soot of whioh smoke is composed.
He has invented a chimney with two
connected flues, into which two steam
jets are passed. By this means ho
purifies the smoke. The soot is
passed into the drains, where its dis
infecting qualities are speoially val
uable. This invention can bo applied
at small cost to any building, and
has been introduced with success in
Glasgow. The London County Coun
cil is favorably impressed with it, and
sanguine people hope it may be the
means of delivering London from
The Now York Tribune remarks:
Among recent "silly season" topics in
the London press was that of "mum
my wheat" and its alleged germina
tion. The disoussion was, unlike most
such, of real interest, for it revealed
the fact that many people, including
some with pretensions to scientifio
knowledge, actually do believe that
grains of wheat taken from mummy
cases and thousands of years old have
sprouted, grown to stalk, and borne
seed. Why not, they damand, when
frogs and toads have been found alive
after being imbedded in solid rock for
thousands of years? And that such
animals have thus been found, they
have unquestioning confidence.
Doubtless the one is as true and as
reasonable as the other. But neither
has the least foundation in fact. If a
toad be found ixbedded in coal, it
must have lived in the carboniferous
age, whioh was probably millions,
rather than thousauds, of years ago.
But all animals of that age have long
been extinct, while the toads alleged
thus to have been found are identical
in speoies with those of to-day. So it
has coma to pass that the alleged
"mummy grain" whioh has actually
sprouted and grown has been either
oats or Indian corn, neither of which
is indigenous to Egypt or was known
there in the days of the Pharaohs. In
the second place, it is a biological im
possibility for animals thus to survive,
and it is also a botanical impossibility
for wheat thus to grow, for the gerui
is known, by actual observation to
perish iu about seven years, and final
ly, to clinch the matter, numerous ex
periments, conducted with all possible
care, have proven that toads thus
sealed up immediately aud invariably
perish, and numerous test plantings
have been made of grains of wheat,
peas, beans, lentils, almonds, peach
pits, olives, dates, poppy seeds, etc.,
found in mummios aud ancient tombs,
of whioh uot out has ever germinated.
A SONO OF THAIIKSOIVINO.
Thanksgiving, Thsnicsgivlnwl Ot yore.
In the youth of the Nation,
When the harvest had yielded Its store
Thoro was feast and oblntlon.
Or when danger hnd llftod Its hand,
From the lips of tho living
There rang through tho length of the land
A Thanksgiving I Thanksgiving I
Oar homo was a wilderness then
With tho flooils to enfold It ,
To- Iny with Its millions of men,
We rejoice to behold It.
From the sea to surge of the sen,
We hnve nit for a treasure
tVo aro tlost In tho promised To-bo
In a manifold measure.
War flaunts not a rod ponnon now,
For tho olive Is regal ,
lko birds that are twin, on one bough
Sit tho dovo and tho eagle.
Tho clash of the conflict that oloft
Wo In sorrow romom'wr,
But the fire of the great luol has loft
Iu tho ash senrco nn ombor.
For the frnlt of the tlmo of our toll
For whate'or wo havo fought for
Whether bora of tho brain or the soil
Bo tho mood wo have sought for
For tho gilts wo have had from His ban!
Who lsL-rd of all living,
Let thero ring through tho length of the
land
A Thanksgiving I Thnnksgivlug.
Clinton ScollarJ.
BRAND'S THANKSGIVING.
tJY W. BERT FOSTER
ELL, as long as
you won't go with
us, I s'poso you'll
look after things,"
saidFarmerlirand
halting beside tho
woodpile where
his eldest son was
at work.
Farmer Brand
was a man of sixty
and much broken
in health, as bis stooping shoulders
and attenuated frame showed. John
Brand was a j-onng giant of twenty
eight, handsome, with a certain sav
age kind of beauty, for bis straight
black hair, heavy brows and piercing
ryes made him look more like an
Indian than a whito man. There was
n savage, scowl on his face this morn
ing, t'jo, as he swung his axe, sending
its keen blade deep into the wood at
evjry blow.
'"L wish ye would go with us, John,"
said his father, after hesitating a mo
ment, gently laying his hand ou his
sou's shoulder. "Brother Eben will
be right glad to see ye, an' ye know
we never get over there 'cepting at
Thanksgiviug."
"I hate holidays," growled John,
throwing off his father's hand roughly
and continuing his attack on trie
wood.
Mr. Brand walked slowly away and
climbed into the two-seated
wagon beside his wife and little Billy.
His appearance contrasted greatly
with that of his wife. She was not
more tuau thirty-five and was plump
and good looking. The little boy,
nearly five years old, sat between
them.
"Hero are the reins, father, she
said, and smiled up at him, brightly.
She know that bo was greatly disap
pointed by John's refusal, although
she was rather glad herself to get
away for one day from the surly
fellow.
The back seat of the wagon was
piled with extra wraps and hampers
of pies and cakes to "pieoe out" at
the dinner, should brother Eben's
folks be short ; but there was plenty
of room for John if he would go. The
farmer turned and looked at him, but
the axe was going faster and harder
than ever, every blow saying as
plainly as could be : "I hate holi
days I" Little Billy was impatient to
start so Mr. Brand reluctantly
"clucked" to the old horse and they
rattled out of the yard.
It was a crisp November morning,
the ground frozen as hard as a rock
and a brittle covering of ice over all
tho pmhlles and in muddy ruts. The
trees on tho mountain-side baok of
the house were bare of leaves and
their branches sighed and shivered in
the wind. John Brand threw down
his axe and gazed after tlio retreating
wagon with lowering brow.
Ten years before his mother had
died, lie had loved his mother al
most worshiped her. in truth and
her death had made him feel very
bitter against the fate whioh had
taken her away. His father had never
had any great share of his fierce
young heart he was so much dif
ferent from his mother. But they al
ways got along well together, aud for
the next four years, instead of strik
ing out for himself, as he had in
tended, John put his best exertions
into the work of running the great
farm.
There were two hundred acres of it,
woodland aud meadow, hill aud plain.
It would all be his some day, so there
was no use in Join's going off for him
self, so his father said, and John was
aoconuted a fortunate fellow indeed
by the neighbors.
But a change began to come over
his father. John was slow to suspect
the cause, 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 thunder-dap
when the farmer told him that he was
about to marry a neighboring former's
daughter, a young woman not much
more than half his age.
John did not oppose the union by
words. His father's determination
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seemed, in fact, to have made him
dumb. He only looked his scorn,
anger and contempt, and from that
day was a changod being.
His sociability and wit had enliv
ened almost every gathering of young
people in tho region since his arrival
at manhood. These gatherings knew
him no more. Ho refused every invi
tation, retired within himself and
brooded over the wrong which he
fanciod had beon done his mother's
memory and himself.
He would not even attend his fath
er's 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 thn old house itself bad disap
peared, ner picture which had been
taken in her bridal dress and had hung
over the high mantel in the parlor,
her work table, the "cricket," on
which her feet had rested during the
long evenings when she sat and sewed
or mended all were gone and nothing
but a heap 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, for John was the one who had re
mained entirely faithful to the dead.
At first this new wife tried her best
to gain John's favor ; but the young
man repelled all her advauces and
never spoke to her unless he was ab
solutely obliged. In fact, he spoke to
no ono unless forced to. He even
carried his clothing to an old lady in
the neighborhood to be mended,
rather tban have Mrs. Brand touch his
garments.
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The young wife did all sho could to
win his love, but to no avail, and be
fore a year of her married life had
passed she had something else to think
of. A little baby oame to the Brand
house that John foresaw would event
ually fill his place and possess his
rights. John had passively endured
the coming of the wife ; he hated the
baby with an almost murderous
hatred.
He hoped that it would die, but
little Billy grew up a strong, healthy
boy, never having seen an ill day in
his short life. He was the child of
Farmer Brand's old age and before he
was two years old completely owned
the entire house aud its contents
except John Brand. No amount of
coaxing baby ways won his heart.
John simply hated him the more for
being so pretty and sweet-tempered.
He would not even touch the child.
All the bitterness he had cherished
for these six long years filled his heart
on this Thanksgiving morning as he
stood gazing after the departing
wagon. Ihere 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 out already to last an ordin
ary lifetime, but there was a certain
fierce pleasure for him in forcing tho
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 aud eat his dinner there.
It was almost dark when ho returned
to the farmhouse. He did the chores
aud went to bed before tho others ar
rived littlo Billy wild with delight
over the festivities of the day, Mrs.
Brand smiling aud happy, and her
husband with a sore spot in his old
heart for his eldest sou.
Winter came quickly after that
Thanksgiving. The snow wrapped
everything in its fleecy covering,
drifted over fences and across the pub
lic roads, became crusted hard aud
snowed again, repeating the perform
ance uutil it lay three or four feet
deep all over the country side. Farmer
Brand shelled oorn or smoothed axe
helves and hoe handles in the kitchen
corner ; John chopped wood all day
long as though he had takeu a con
tract to supply the whole village with
kindling; little Billy, with Guard, the
Scotch collie, playud in the snow aud
came in rosy-cheeked aud panting
after his frolic with never a suspicion
of "croup" that bane of children
who are brought up like hot house
plants.
Sometimes Billy stopped near the
scene of John's labors and watohod the
chips fly from the sticks with delight.
They seemed to fly all the faster the
longer he watched them ; but John
paid no attention to his childish prattle
and his dark, scowling face soon drove
him away.
It was quite a fortnight after
Thanksgiving Day. The weather had
been threatening for several days and
the wiseacres declared a heavy storm
brewing. John loaded up the wood
team during the forenoon with stove
wood for the old lady who did his
mending and washing. This was how
he partly paid her for the work. As
he climbed aboard and gathered up
the reins Billy came round the corner
of the house.
"Can I go to ride with you, please?"
he asked, doubtfully. " I want to go
to Mrs. Peckhara's."
" Not on top of this load. You
weigh so much that the horse couldn't
draw it," growled John sarcastically.
But Billy took the reply in perfect
good faith.
"Can I ride back when the team's
empty? " he asked.
John growled something which
might have meant yes, or nothing,
and drove out of the yard. Billy
started bravely in the rear, although
it was quite two miles to Mrs. Peck
ham's. It was terribly cold and John
turned up the oollar of his rough coat
and chirruped to the horses. The
wheels creaked most musically over
the hard snow and tho little figure
trudged sturdily along in the rear.
Billy's short legs could not keop pace
with the strides of the farmhorses and
he gradually fell behind. John looked
back at him with a scowl and started
Before Thanksgiving.
the horses into a brisk trot. Bofore
many minutes a turn in the road hid
the little fellow from sight.
"Littlo fool I he'll soon get sick of
it," muttered John and thought no
more about the child.
At noon when he arrived home Billy
was not about. He had not seen him
on the way and decided that the little
fellow had become discouraged and
gone back again. But he was not
about the house, as he soon discov
ered. "Have you seen Billy?" asked his
step-mother, as John came in to din
ner. He growled out a negative and sat
down to the table. His father was al
ready out hunting for the boy and
after putting tho food on tho table
Mrs. Brand threw a shawl over her
head and went outside, too. It wus
bitter cold and the first snow flakes of
the coming storm were iu the air.
John eat his dinner moodily and ap
parently undisturbed.
" 'Biah says sho thought he followed
you when you went to old Mis' Peck
ham's, John," said his father, coming
in after an unsuccessful sou re h of the
premises. "Didn't you see him?"
"No, I haven't seen tho brat ("re
sponded his son, surlily.
Mrs. Brand began to cry and the
old man's weather-bcaton face worked
pitifully as ho said in a broken voice :
"Don't take on so, 'Itiah. I'll gat
the neighbors roused and we'll find
him, so don't you worry."
He hurried out on this mission anal
John soon followed him, unable to
stand the accusing looks of his step
mother. A half-dozen neighbors responded
to the call for searchers and started
out in different directions, expecting
to find the child somewhere near the
house. He certainly couldn't have
gone far iu the snow. John attacked
the woodpile more fiercely than ever,
feeling as though every blow of his
axe was cutting the threads which
bound littlo Billy to this life. The
child could not live many hours wan
dering about in this weather, aud he,
John Brand, would be his murderer?
Suddenly ho threw down his axo,
unable to endure this self-torture
longer. He unchained Guard, 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 Billy must have turned out of
the wagon-track.
Not far below the house the wood
land begau. Half a mile through this
and he came to the place he bad been
lookiug for. There were the child's
footprint where he had turued aside
into the woods, lie followed them
rapidly. Guard sniffing excitedly at
the prints of the little rubber boots.
A few yards back from the road was
the log on which little Billy had
seated 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 bo obliterated.
He shouted occasionally as he went
on, but no answor reached him. The
child had traveled an astonishing dis
tance, and almost directly away from
home. Before long John reached
higher ground and found that the
boy had climbed the mountain side.
Finally Guard bounded away with a
short, sharp bark, and hurrying on
John found him licking the cold face
of his little master where he lay curled
at tho foot of a great gnarled oak.
There was a strange feeling at John
Brand's heart as he picked the boy up
and strode down the hillside in the
tjeth of the blast.
The wind had risen to a gale and
howled and shrieked through the
woods in a perfect frenzy. Even
Guard cowered before its strength.
The keen wind cut John's bare hands
and face like a knife, but he pressed
on determinedly, sheltering the child's
body as much as possible from the
cold.
He was cold himself. John Brand
could never remember being so
cold in his life before : but somehow
the unconscious body of the little
child close against his breast was warm
ing his cold heart and melting all his
nam ana bitter feelings.
Giant though he was in strength and
endurance he had to fight for each
step of the way. It was only by the
aid and direction of a higher power
than his own that he at last reachod
the farmhouse and was helped inside
by the anxious men who had been
driven baok from the search some time
before by the gale.
He had a very dim recollection a
to how he got there, but some time
later he found himself lying on the old
settle in the cbimuey corner with his
father holding a bowl of some hot de-
rwtirn trt bin lillH. He nilstlod it BWBV
and looked across the hearth to where
his stepmother, tearful and smiling,
was holding little Billy in her arms.
"Is ho all right?" asked John husk
ily. "Yes. thanks to the Almighty and
to you, my son," replied his father
reverently, and John smiled.
It was late, indeed, but this wus
John Brand's Thanksgiving.
tilviiii TliauUi lor Turkey.
Wo're thankful for tlio things wo cat,
Tho oysters with tho turkey meat,
Tho bealtn wo havo. tho swont couteut
With blessings whleh to u are sunt
Tlio golden, glorious pumpkin pies,
Tho hope of hoavoa buyoud tho skies
Tho sweet potatoos, piping hot.
The clustered blua (orgetmenot ,
The oelery crisp and col I and white,
Tha ohieken gravy, suaaonod right ;
Tlio royal polios of .wont uoru bro:id,
The righteous sleep of all our dead ,
Tho yellow beet, tho parsnip browu,
The cross that must proce k tbo crown ,
The buttor served In pots of gold,
Ou panoakes of heroic mold ;
Tho wide expanse of all things good,
N'owlso loss toothsome, though they're rude.
And last of all, our dluner done,
Wu hasteu to give thanks as ouo
Who feels that thuuks are mora than due
For uiodioluo to pull htm through.
W. J. Lauipson.
Tuanklul.
"I don't see wbut makes people go
to football games ou Thanksgiving
Day," remarked his wife. "It hasn't
anything to do with tho spirit of the
occasion. "
! "Oh, yes.it has," was the reply; "I
never went to a football game iu my
life that I dldu't feel tremendously
thaukiul that 1 wasn't one of the
players. "
Practically I'eiislUereil.
"What's the good of Tuunksgiviu'
Day, anyhow I" exclaimed Plodding
Pete iu a discontented tone.
"What's the good of it?" echoed
Meandering Mike in dismay. "Honest,
Pete, some times you talk like a reg'
lar heathen. Don't you know thet
Thauksgivin's one of the biggest free
lunch days in the whole year?"
DAY OF FEASTING.
SOME GOOD THINGS FOR THB
THANKSGIVING DINNER.
Approved Recipes for the Great
American Feast Dty Coast
Turkey anil Stuffing -
Pumpkin IMe.
THANKSGIVINO is a purely
American feast day. It is a
day dedicated not only to the
giving of thanks, but to
dining, and rightly enough, for there
is nothing which will inspire one to a
feeling of thorough content and good
fellowship with the world more than
a good dinner.
The New York Herald gives its read
ers some excellent suggestions for
dinner, with many proved recipes for
the preparation of the different dishes.
Oyster Soup To make a delicious
soup out of these succulent bivalves
observe the following directions:
Have two nice agate or porcelain lined j
saucepans, one for milk and the other
for the juice of the oysters. As this
is a dinner for eight pooplo, you must
have good-sized saucepans. Put in
one three pints of milk, with a heap
ing tablcspoonful of butter, a level
teaspoonful of salt and two blades of
mace. Stand over a slow fire. In the
other saucepan put the liquor from
two quarts of oysters, leaving the oys
ters in the colander through which
the liquor has been drained until
ready for use. Stand this over the hot
part of the range, and as soon as the
scum rises skim every fleck of it off
with a silver or agate spoon iron or
other metal should not be used in
cooking. After skimming stand the
stewpan baok where it does not boil ;
as soon as the milk begins to boil pour
the oyster liquor into it, stirring gen
tly to prevent curdling. Have ready
two heaping tablespoonfuls of flour
well mixed with cold milk ; thicken
the soup with this, stirring fast to
break the lumps. If it is a bit lumpy
strain through a fine colander into the
empty stewpan. Put back in the
range, and when it begins to boil drop
the oysters in and let them cook until
the edges curl. Put some fine chopped
parsley and a pinch of powdered
cloves in the bottom of tho tureen.
Pour the soup in, sprinkle in a little
black pepper, and it is ready to serve.
To Boast a Turkey A turkey should
be stuffed, trussed and prepared for
roasting the night before Thanksgiv
ing, and, laying it on platter, put it
in a cold, dry place till you are ready
to put it in the oven. Then get out
your big, deep dripping pan and place
the turkey in it, laying it on its side.
If the turkey is fat put no water in the
pan, as it will baste itself; if not fat,
put a little water in the bottom of the
pan. A twelve pound turkey requires
three hours' good roasting. A turkey
that is not well done is a miserable
thing and this is a Thanksgiving feast
and everything must be perfect. Keep
a tea kettle of boiling water on the
range and once in a while as the
turkey is roasting dash some water
from the kettlo over it ; and do not
fail to baste often.
Chestn tit and Oyster Stu fling Chest
nut stuffing is delicious, but is more
expensive than the bread crumbs av
requires a good deal of care and pains
to prepare properly. For a good f ized
turkey tike three quarts of the large
chestnuts, or French marrons, as they
aro called ; peel tiiem and cook them
in a steamer uutii tender enough to
stick a fork through ; then put them
iu a bowl and mash them as you would
potatoes. Season well with butter,
salt and pepper, a bit of onion and
chopped parsloy; soften with cream
and stuff the turkey. Oysters added
to the bread crumb stuffing makes an
oyster stufliug.
Chicken Pie Cut a Isrge, tender7
fricarseeing! put in a stew pan with
half au ouiou, season with salt, cover
with water aud let it cook till tender ;
line a deep bilking dish with a biscuit
crust, put in the pieces of chicken,
add some pieces of butter and sprinkle
with pepper ; thicken the gravy iu the
stew pan, having enough to cover the
chickeu iu pie; cover with a biscuit
crust ; bake iu a quick oven till crust
is a delicate brown. This pie may be
served hot or cold, but is belter hot,
and is delicious.
How to Make tho Stuffing Put in a
chopping bowl hulf of an onion, a
sprig of pailey and a good sized stalk
of celery; chop there all very fine,
then take a loaf of stale bread which
bus had the crust removed aud been
soaked iu cold water until soft ; put it
iu with tho chopped herbs; flavor well
with sweet majoram, salt aud pepper,
and after mixing all well together put
it in the turkey. Sew up the aperture,
aud just before pluoiug iu the oven
salt aud pepper the turkey well out
Bide. Pumpkin Tie To a quart of squash,
which has been boiled and mashed
through a colander, add the yolks of
four eggs, a tablespoouful of inel ed
butter, a little salt; sweeten with half
molasses aud half sugar; season well
with powdered cinnamon, giuger,
mace aud allspice; add the milk the
last tbiug, makiug it the consistency
of a thick batter; pour it iu the pie
pan, u'ready lined with paste, and
bake till a nice, rich browu; do uot
bake till watery, this spoils the pie.
Oyster Pie Line a deep porcelain
dish with a rich paste; put iu two
quarts of oysters well seasoned with
.alt and pepper, a littlo powdered
mace, a tew little pats of butter and
some chopped par.sley ; stir iu a cup
of tine cracker crumbs put ou a top
crust and buke iu a quick oven.
Celory Salad Cut the celery iu
small dice and wheu reudy to serve
pour over it rich mayonnaise dress
ing; vinegar aud salt may be added tk
tio-te wlieu eating.