SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. w M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. T HANKSQIVING. The golden grain is garnrrod— (Jur store-houses o'erflow — OVr prairie brood and city mart The winds of fortune blow. No losses from distemper— No rust the wheat to blight— Thanksgiving to the Father Who has blessed us day and night, No pestilence is near us— No sound of war is beard— Peace tinkles in the shepherd's bell, And rusting lies the sword. The brooks rush on right merrily— The song-birds seem to say, "Praise God for every blessing sent On this Thanksgiving Day!" Friends who have long been parted, The dear old homesteed seek. To chat of pleasures that are past, And of the future speak. All homo once more, with hearts aglow They gather round the board, And cry in concert, fervently, "Thanksgiving to the Lord!" All selfishness is put to flight— The wretched poor may feast On dainties that they seldom touch For this ona day at least. And e'en the felon in bis cell May taste of dainty fare— Ob, (Jod is gracious! Shout His praise Thanksgiving everywhere! —Francis S. Smith. A THANKSGIVING BURGLAR "One o' butter, two o' sugar, three o' flout'n four eggs," soliloquized Aunt Ilepsie Barber, as she measured out the ingredients for the children's favorite cup cake. "Seems like that rule is like a verse of poetry, it runs oil so glib; but, my! it ain't nothin' to the way the cakes go off after the children gets a holt of them. Let's see, now, how many tinsful did I bake last Christmas? Six, as I'm a livin' woman, an' afore night their faces was all puckered down with, 'Oh, Aunt Hepsie, ain't there no more patties?' as doleful as if they hadn't had one apiece. It does beat all how much children can hold, an' not hev an explosion. Now, I sot out to have enough this year, but I d'no's I hev. One good thing, that rule's sure—true blue, like indigo cali ker, an' not light's a fe< ther one time an' flat's a pancake another, like some rules. "Rules is like folks sometimes, an' not to be trusted; they're all nice an' pinicky onct or twict, an' next time ye see 'ein they're way off the handle, an' you've got to get acquainted with em' all over again. That Widow Jenkins, now, she's that sort—well, Marion; here you are at last, an' right glad I am to see you, too." HT <-TEI) AND ABKANGED EVERYTHING. "I expected you would be, Aunt Ilep sie, and I should have been here earlier, but company came last night and I could not get away." A bright-laced girl had entered and was taking off her wrappings as if per fectly at home in the farm-house, and perfectly sure of her welcome. She was of middle height nnd a graceful build. Her face was a very pleasing one, though just where the charm was one could scarcely determine, whether in the bright, expressive eve', the warm, sym pathetic smile, or the winning expres sion, but at all events it was there, if somewhat beyond analysis, and Marion Aiuslie was a charming girl, with the faculty of attaching warm friendship to herself from young and old. "Uncle Jerry's folk? came and stopped over on their way to Watertown to spend Thanksgiving with Eli," she explained. "They wanted me togo too, but I knew you needed me, and I can go there an other time." "Laud sakes, child, you needn't a 6taycd for that." Aunt Hcpsio turned quickly around from her baking. "I could a found some one else to help me through." "But some one else wouldn't have becu me, would it, auntie?" Tho girl came and laid her bright head on the elder woman's shoulder. "And then, too, Thanksgiving isn't quite the same to mc anywhere else but here." "No, Manou. nobody cau fill your place," the bony old hand, withered and worn in service for others, smoothed the satiny black hair caressingly. "If you was really my own darter, I couldn't set more store by you." , A crimson flush overspread the soft brunette check. •■You haven't heard anything from Jack, have you, Marion?" "No. auntie, uot a word," she sighed. "Just a year ago to-day, and it seems like ten." "What was it, child, that set him off so?" asked Mrs. Barber gently. "I've always wanted to know, but I thought when you wanted me to hear it you'd tell me." "Why, Aunt Hepsie, didn't you know?" The girl raised her head with a look of astonishment. "I supposed of course that he had told you the whole foolish story, or I should have spoken of it long ago." "Not a word, dearie. He only came in one day, his face all white and set, to tell me that he was going, and that all women were flirts and deceivers. I thought for awhile that you had mit tened him, but I've put two and two to gether since and changed my mind." "Why, you know, auntie, I was in timate with Dolly Jcnkings about that time"— "There, I knowed that tormented widder had something or other to do with it," interrupted Mrs. Barber energeti cally. "And she kept telling mo of the at tentions which Jack was paying her on the sly, and intimating more than she really said, until at last I taxed Jack with it, and—you know how quick Jack is, auntie?'' "Yes, ready togo off the handle at a minute's warnin' an' then too proud to own that he's in the wrong." "And ho wouldn't give me a word of satisfaction as to whether she had told the truth or not, only that if I had com menced distrusting him so soon we might as well part tirst as last, with other speeches which cut deeper still. Oh, it was so hard, Aunt Hespie, when I loved him so. He accused me of being jeal ous, but it was not so. I only thought it best if he rially cared for her, to have the matter settled rightly before it was too late." "My poor little girl; and that widder." with detestation in every tone, "she's been after him thicker'n mush ever since she took off her mouruin', an' all her grievance is that he would have nothing to say to her." "Yes, I know that, now that it is too late, Aunt Hespie, but there's no use cry ing for spilt milk," a bright tear trem bled on the long eyelashes, "and I will try and not spoil my Thanksgiving with tears." For the next few hours the discussing of the measuring, weighing and beating predominated in the large kitchen and spicy ocors tilled each nook and cranny, penetrating to the dicing-room, and even to the parlor beyond. ' 'Seems sorter useless to make pumpkin pies when Jack ain't here to eat 'em," remarked Aunt Hespie disconsolately, "'pears like there never was a boy loved pumpkin pies like he does." "Perhaps that young minister who is visiting Horace will eat Jack's share," suggested Marion. "Ministers usually have a pretty fair appetite for good things, I've noticed." "I s'pose now Horace will be anxious to show off his relations in pretty good style to his college lriend,"rejoined Aunt Hespie, reflectively. "When he told me he was coming, he said, laughing like: 'l've been bragging on your cook ing, auntie, and I want to show Sammy Holland what a real Thanksgiving in the country is like."' At length the cooking was all done, the big turkey dressed and ready for stuliing, and the raws and rows of pies nnd rich, plummy cakes, the pan of doughnuts and the heaping platter of cup cakes and another of jam tarts sug gested a large gathering on the morrow. In Jack's room alone, no preparation was to be made, for Aunt Hepsie would use the room for no one but its owner; but Marion went in there with a lonely feeling in her heart, the song dying upon her lips as she did so. She lingered about the little dressing table, absently pushing in tho pins which spelled "Jack" upon his pin cushion,and thinking of him with such ljnging that Jactt could not have re mained angry with her could he have seen her hungry eyes. "COME BACK TO ME!" Suddenly a thought came to her—she would prepare Jack's room, too, as if he were coming with the rest, and with nimble fingers she dusted and arranged everything in the best possible order, pinning a spray of dried ferns and sumac upon the window curtains that the close ness might be dispelled by the clear, keen air of a perfect November day. The window opened out upon the broad verandah, and Jack had often climbed its supports and gone to his room and to bed without awakening the family, wheu j at home. i She would have been his wife now. LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1891. had he not gone off in such hasty, un reasonable anger, and she sank on her knees by the bedside when all was done. "Oh, Jack, come back. Come back to me," her heart cried out, and if spirit voices can become audible to each other, Jack's spirit must have heard the earnest appeal wherever he was. The house began to fill with a merry crowd of relatives at an early hour on the morrow, for a Thanksgiving dinner at Aunt Hepfie's was a treat to young and old. Mrs. Barber herself looked careworn and old. "I guess I was too tired to sleep well last night," she said, as she basted the turkey,"for I keptturnin' an' t.wistin'all night long, an' I dreamed o' burglars an' Injuns, an' along toward mornin' I de clare if I didn't imagine some one sneakm' around the house. I was too tired to get up an' see, an' I dropped off to sleep again, an't must been a dream with the rest on't, for there's nothing missing, an' the silver spoons sot right on the dining room table." "If anyone had come in for plunder they would have looked for silver first of all, so you must have been dreaming, auntie," replied Marion, smiling. "But what shall we do with the children until dinner's ready?" "Send them upstairs to play," said Aunt Hepsey. "Here comes your Cousin Horace and his friend, and a proper, fine young man he looks, too." "PERHAPS ne'e ARMED." A moment later and Marion was mak ing her company bow to the young clergyman and as she carried his overcoat and hat into the hallway, she gave the children permission togo into the chambers. "And please don't be rude or noisy," she said, warningly, "for Aunt llepsey has a headache this morning." "We won't. We'll be still as mice," said one of the flock, confidently—as if it were a possible state of things at a family merrymaking. The young minister was just explaining the difference between a spiritual and a merely intellectual belief in Scripture, wheu a frightened trio of children came scrambling down the stairs. "Oh, Aunt Ilepsie, thereto a burglar iu Jack's room; there is, and.he's asleep on the bed." "A burglar. Oh, my sus! Then I wasn't a dreaming after alt" Mrs. Barber was setting'the table, and she fairly turned pale witlunervous excite ment. "Don't get frightened, auntie, I'll go up and rout them out. Give mc the poker," and Horace started up the stairs hurriedly, with his formidable weapon. "And I, too." Uncle Drake, a jolly old fellow of immense avoirdupois, caught up the tongs. "I'll pinch him while Horace belabors him." It is needless to say they were fol lowed by an excited retinue of specta tors, at a safe distance, however, for there was no telling what the presumably savage intruder might do when alarmed. "Perhaps he's armed," suggested the young minister, nervoualy. He had pro vided himself with an umbrella, as be brought up the rear. The burglar must have been in a sound slumber not to have heard the con fusion of whispering voices at the door, but there was no sound within the cham ber until Horace opened the door and peered cautiously in, the poker in hand in defensive readiness. "Jack Barber, you vidian, if you haven't been up to your old tricks of climbing in the window." Horace's voice came floating down the stairway in a peal of surprised laughter. "Jack! My Jack! Well I never," cried Aunt Hepsie, pushing her way through the crowd and rushing up the stairs. Marion, at the first sound of Jack's name, had divined in a moment just what had occurred, that Jack had come on tho early morning train,and not wish ing to arouse the family, had crept up to his room window in the moonlight, anil, as sho had so obligingly left it open,had found no trouble in getting in quieMy, and trembling and blushing, she re treated to the kitchen to thiuk it over, and compose herself for the meeting with him. They had parted in anger, and she scarcely knew how to receive him now. Last night in her loneliues? and grief sho would nave rushed into his arms and have shown all her deli&ht and desire to undo the past; this morning she was j more self-reliant, and she wisely re solved that a little of the concession at least must come from JacU, since ho had left her so cavalierly and so unkindly without just cause. «e vnMtanding there still, balancing orltHjpth which she had just turned the turkey, idly in her hand, when an arm stole round her waist and Jack's voice,very humble and loving, whispered in her ear: "Will my Marion forgive and forget?" All her pride vanished at once under the spell of the dear, familiar voice, and turning, she shed happy tears of re joicing on her lover's shoulder. "And why haven't you written to me. Jack?" she asked reproachfully, after a few moments of happy converse. "I did, Marion. I wrote you a long letter asking your forgiveness for the miserable part I had taken in that wretched quarrel, but I never received a word in reply, and of course I supposed you were angry and unforgiving towards me." "How could I answer it dear Jack, when I never received it; no, not one line from you in all this weary year." "If I could only have known it, but not hearing made me so angry that I determined that you or no one else should know where I was, or anything about me." "You foolish, hot-tempered Jack," said Marion, softly, "but how did you chance to come home, dear?" "I could not keep away," said Jack simply. "As Thanksgiving drew near, the attraction towards the old home be came too strong to be resisted, and now that I have you again, I'm not going to let you go, and I pro pose that we be married this very day. I'll go for a minister directly after dinner, aud we'll make it a Thanksgiving worth remem bering." "Well, as for that, there's no use o'stir rin'out of the house for a minister." Aunt Hepsle had come into look after her ne glected dinner, and stood regarding them with a beaming face. "Young Mr. Hol land is a minister, and I don't doubt but that he'd be glad to have a ceremony to sorter get in practice on, you know." "All the better; we'll be married before dinuer then, and have a wedding dinner as well as a Thanksgiving feast. Just let me brush up my hair a bit while Mar ion takes off her kitchen apron. The great brown turkey was an interest ing witness of a surprisingly impromptu ceremony a half hour later. The guests were not informed of what was going on until they were all gathered around the table iu their several places. Auut Ilep sie, at the head in her best cap,and J»c!; and Marion at her right, Sir. Holland coming next. He officiated in a partic ularly happy manner for a comparative amateur, and never had a jollier Thanks giving dinuer been served in the old farm house than upon this occasion, mad* memorable by the presence of a burglar in the house, and the subsequent ringing of wedding bells.— Ladits' World. Two Interesting Thanksgivings of a Man's Life. 1. Age twenty—Watching the hait coming out on his upper lip. 2. Age forty—Watching the hail coming out on the top of his head.— Judge. A Drastic Remedy. An amusing case has just been tried at Kasan, in Russia. A woman of the name of Outchakine was summoned be fore t>>e judge on the charge of beating a cousin of hers, named Kniazef. But the accused had a complete answer to the indictment. "My cousiu gave me leave in the pres ence of witnesses," she said to the judge, "to trounce him well if ever he broke the solemn promise he gave me at church, to pive up smokiug altogether." Kniazef could not deny this. His austere relative had come upon him una wares when enwreathed in a cloud of smoke. The judge acquitted the prisoner, but admonished her not to lay ' on so hard in the future. Terms—Sl.26 in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. China into have a silk-mill. Iron is to be made at Chattan<Ssga by an electrical process. M. Glatnmarian, the French astrono mer, declares that the climate of Europe is growing colder. Recent researches show that persons having a tendency to gout improve more rapidly by abstaining from fruit. The largest steam hammer in the world is in this country. Its weight is 125 tons, and is used in forging armor plates for our new navy. Besides the large planets which re volve about the sun, over 250 others have been discovered and catalogued,and science is daily adding to this lift. The idea of establishing an observa tory on Mount Blanc, Switzerland, has been abandoned. The ice was tunneled 100 feet without reaching the rock. A Parisian electrician has succeeded in forcing violets by the aid of his bat tery, and recently sent a bunch of these fledglings only four hours old to the Empress Eugenie. Peter Johnson, of Dassel, Minn.,thinks he has discovered the long lost art of tempering copper. He and Nile Nelson, a machinist, want to organize a company to build a factory in Minneapolis. The new process will make copper as hard as steel. It is customary now to mount electric light projectors on rails running athwart ship, usuully over the bridge or forward end of the poop. The rails are sunk so as to bring them fluslj with the deck. AVhen not in use the projectors arc run in board and protectod better from the weather. As instances of longevity in birds while in a state of captivity, Nature re ports the death of a European crane which had lived nearly forty-three years in the London Zoological Gardens. This is exceeded, however, by the case of a black parrot which died in 1884, after having lived fifty-four years in the Re geut's Pari:. The mcnthly bulletin of food and drug inspection of the Massachusetts State Hoard of Health shows that milk is now alarmingly poor in that State, being fifty-three per cent, below the staudard. In I>>7 out of 268 cases milk dealers were found to have adulterated the pro duct. This state of aff.iirs will undoubt edly increase the infant mortality largely. It is claimed the steamer Majestic is the most economical coal burner of any of the Atlantic "high fliers." She burns 220 tons of coul a day, shows 19,500 horse power, and makes an average of over tweuty knots, or twenty-three miles, per hour throughout the Atlantic passage. There are only two other ships that have leached this speed, namely, the dupli cate ship the Teutonic and City of Paris. , But there are a few other vessels that i come near this speed. A Prussian engineer, it is said, has devised a new plan for building a subaqueous foundation, which, if it prove effective, will greatly simplify and cheapen oae of the most troublesome and expensive engineering operations. His plan is to drive powdered cement by means of a powerful air blast into the mud, or saud at the bottom of the water. The cemeut immediately sets under the action of the water, aud the bottom is I converted into a solid stone. 'l'ho French Are Thrifty. A chiffonier who carries on his curious occupation in the Montparnasse quarter yestei 3ay found among a heap of refuse j a small packet containing bonds payable j to bearer to the amount of S2OOO. Noth ing was on the packet to indicate the ! owner, but the chiffonier is apparently a man of the strictest integrity, and he : formulated inquiries in the quarter until \he discovered the owner. The bond? belonged to a man of the name of Dory, i an employe of the Louvre. This is but 1 an instance of the wealth of France at ; the present time. Nearly every French \ man or woman has his or her actions or : shares. Thrift is imbued in almost | every living soul in Paris, and save,save, I save is the universal cry. Decimal parts i of actions can be purchased in all under | things, from Government stock down | ward, even at a price as low as sl. Hence an inducement is held out to the ! working and poorer classes to save by I the accumulation of small suras. The ' principle is an excellent one, no doubt, | but it has its drawbacks in the creating i of a mean and narrow-minded cominun | ity. There is nothing open or generous ! about the Frenchmau of the present day. He is always thiuking how ho can ecou ' omize his sous and "do" his neighbor in tho process. Even the washerwomen of Paris are alllictcd with the craze, and she who has amassed the greatest amount in petits actions, at they are termed, is counted tho best among her leilows. Truly, these French are a marvelous i people. Chicago UerabL Our Oldest Occupied Dwrelllug. Kilian Van Rensselaer's house in Rensselaer County, opposite Albany, N. Y., is said to be the oldest inhabited i dwelling house in the United States. It I is of brick and has a gambrcl roof. Two | portholes, out of which the early Van j Rensselaers shot at Indians, pierce the ' front walls, and a little plate in i roar, set up by the Albany Commemorative Society, shows the edifice to have been erected in 1U42. Solomon was « great jurist, but he -'•la't believe IU s:»littiu:r heirs.— Sj/och. NO. 6. BEDTIME. Tf» bedtime; my yotfr hymn, and MA "Good night," "God bless Mamma, Papa, and dear onea all," Your half-shut eyes beneath your eye-lida fall, Another minute you will shut them quite. Yes, I will carry you, put out the light. And tuck you up, altho you are so tall I What will you give me, Sleepy One, and call My wages, if I settle you all right? * X laid her golden curls upon my arm, I drew her little feet withiu my hand. Her rosy palms were joined in truthful bliss, Her heart next mine beat gently, soft and warm. She nestled to me, and, by Love's com mand, Paid me my precious wages—"Baby's kiMf —Lord Roaslgn. HUMOR OP THE DAY. , The family tree cannot be depended on for board.— lndianapolis Journal. "lias he no aim in life?" "Oh, yes; but he's never had a shot at it."— Puck. Dentists are not all farmers, but they live off the achers just the same.— PiU*- burg Dispatch. Hope builds a nest in man's heart where disappointment hatches its brood. 1 exas Siftinj*. It has been discovered that music conies out of a barrel organ in staves.— Washington Star. Although a girl likes to own a man's love, she never likes to own her own.— New York Herald. It is said the Czar never shaves, but most people know he has had many a close shave.— Pittsburg Pott. Ween they say the bride's costume was a dream do they mean to imply that it was an illusion?— Boston Gazette. "How's business?" asked one pick pocket of auother. "I manage to keep my hand in,"was the reply.— Epoch. Some duties are best performed by deputy. When a man is bearing stocks, he doesn't like to carry them himself.— Puck. Woman uses powder as a defence against Time; but the old fellow Isn't scared away by that kind of ammunition. —Puck. Queer things happen sometimes. At Ohio man recently opened a jewelry stort and got si* years for doing so.— Jewelers i Weekly. "Gunpowder blue'' is a new color. ; The girl who meets her match dressed io ; that will be sure togo off. —Neu> Orlean. | Picayune. Character is like the grand old cathe dral bell. Reputation is the brass tin j tinnabu'.um of the loud mouthed auc tioneer.—Dallas News. Pudley—"By Jove! What a tall fel ! low Jones is." Dudley—"Don't see it, j old man. He's always short when I meci , him."— Boston. Bulletin. The barber man ihat shaved my beard In looks seemed mt a dunes; Yet must he be a wondrous man To work two chins at ouce? —Mercury. Turkey red is made from the maddei plant, which grows iu Iliudostan. It is | probable that the madder it gets the redder it becomes.— Ncio Orleans Pica yune. Brine—"Have you read Smartellick ; s new novel?" Jones—"No; what's it about?" Brine—"Well, it's about 475 pages long, as far as lean judge."—Chi cago News. Bilson says the difference between himself and his wife is only u difference of terms. She calls herself strong - i minded and he calls her headstrong. Detroit Free Press. Ethel—"Are you making a collection of souvenir spoons?" Jack—"Well-er no, not exactly. But I have the photo graphs of all my old sweethearts."— Housekeeper's Weekly. "I cannot imagine why you should discourage him. He seems to be a youug man of steady habits." "Yes, that is t so, mamma dear. And batchelorhood is one of them, I think." Jones —"There's something strange, even suspicious, I should say, about those two women." Brown—"How's that?" Jones—"Why, each pi»id hex own fare."— American Grocer. T t is proposed in all seriousness to pro serve the dead by nickel plating. Should this custom prevail the most plebeian of posterity will be able to point with pride to their polished ancestors.—Mer cury. Visitor (m Jones's room at 11 p. m.) —"That young lady in the house acrosi th« way sings like a bird." Jones (un kindly)—" Well, cot altogether. Yoi see, a bird stops singing at night."—De troit Free JWss. Jelby—"My dear, when lam dead and gone, I do hope you will not wrap your self iu crepes and other black things to show your grief." Mrs. Jelby—"That's just like you, forever domineering in al! things, even as to my attire after you have ceased to trouble me."— Octroi i Free Press. The following incident occurred in a Medford school: A class iu grammar was reciting, and one of the younger boys was asked to compare "sick." He be gan, thoughtfully. "Sick," paused while his brain struggled with the prob lem, then finished, triumphantly, "Sick, ' wiH»e. dead."—i&iMr.
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