THE MIDDLEIiUKGII POST. T. U. 1IAHTER, KnnoBRDrKo'iu Mns. "STcMtwAM." Jackkox writing her hu'liand's biogiaphy. is It i:i said tlutt (.hicen Victoria lias jrolitaMo real-estate invcritments i New York. San St.vAMn is the first of tlio Central American republics to entail lirth telephone service throughout lit 'crritory. 1'kmm.K telegraph clcik in llnnin an not allowed t inai rv nny one lmt telegraph nlVu-ial, and there in, coiino tjueiitjy, biiUr (lifatiMfuction. If. 1). (li:K(ii, once (Sen. Sheridan's uivnto secretary and coiitiectoil with prominent men, 1ms been nc;it to a Kuii.siis jail for hir.c Mealing. ( ! isf. n n Ks.-t li:m it i iintioynncc, too. .Ir. IMimn is called "Old Macaroni" I iy tli Mei.lo l'u 1 1: Iiovm, who have h uril Unit he hn-t 1 ecu mado a Count. Awiviiiin i 1 1 eititor apologizes for 1 lie 1. it i nesH of I, in .iicr ly mn ing : "Wo were unable to pve prnpor ntlcn tio:i to work owing to our viot' ill lies." Tin: (lovi rimieiit monopoly articles .f Honduras are guii nudei', tobacco, cigars ainl li iior. It retain com I'li te and uli i. lute control if the li jimr t rathe Sl. n; M. thousand Jews w ho havi fieen expelled from Uti-nii mill havu t.iki-u tcnior:uy refuse i:i r'nglnnd iti t lid to go out us colonial to tiie Ar pent me Hi public. Jl'imi" T,l . I : l I : I i o n e owned 1 ( ' ncre .if huiil near 1'ierre, the new capital of South l'al.ol.i. The land would !:ov lie worth i J.'iil.uiMI, 1 .nt the Judge foil it for $:.(M0, uinl i liow hhovclini: loal for u living. Ovnt 1 i)7,i mid noiIe ill New York 4ity atteiiil no church on Siunliiys. Ainl yet the religious couNcntioiiH in that city are moving heaven uinl earth togctallthe mi -.-ioMiries M'lit to the oilier Mile of the globe as mjoU as pos sible Tin: l'rench are now ul.lo to put ii .he l'u M seven uriiiies, of u total Htien.i.'th of l,:'iiii,U(iii men, 0't'.iiiil for ft plolmg.d campaign, llllil MipM) (eil iy mi ample rc-ervo. This is live timet tho force that Napoleon III. could miiMer i:i INTO. Wnii.n .-itting at hi-i dcidt in tho li lirnry f the A hite llou-o a few days ago the riiM'ih nt was surprised at the intrusion of a li pray rat, vhi delib erately craulid upon a side tahle ami (lrai.'id oil" a jiieee of fruit which had tempted him from his hiding place. A I'll'isi.! u 11 genius has invented tin attachment to opera glasses to en nl de them to he u.-ed w it h comfort bv persons atllicted with spectacles. Jt tills a long felt want, uinl the inventor, hhrewd htisineis man that he is, 1ms already refused $1i,(hhi for tho patent I'.Mii.K l'K Lvvf.i.kv, the Knropent pulilicist, says that u hundred years hence, leaving ( 'hinu out of the ijiics Hon, there will he two colossal power in the world hesido which (SermaiiV, I'ngland, Franco and Italy will he as pigmies tho United Status und lliisshi. A M M KUit wfax river ban just beet, Jiscovered in the department of Lot, l'rance. The discoverers worked their way dow n Mrcaiu for n couple of miles through a Micce-.sion of wonderful grottoes sparkliiig with stalactites Theyf.iui.d seven lakes on their way, and had to shout thirty-seven cascade' or rapids. Tin: r.l, c'or.d l ollcge of isss had 1 1 I volet., with i;it iiecesMiry to an elect i ill. In l'.'J lour new Suites iill 1 11. the ilectoial total It' to 111 M't . und '.os . iHvcs..i.r to atl ilicti .ii. Already there i a ('ri al deal of I'.guiil.g e.i the new posniliilil ics of tho enlarged collepc, but s:o icason li I 1 .. coml'itia'. ions ca i In imagined tli.it will chat ge the main tact that New Ymk m.d lndiani. will decide the Jiet Iia'.i i.'.iil i leclioli, us they did the la.it. IlKxitv Kx.vll, of lUchinoiiil, Va., claims to havo Miggented a tow er hiin ilar to that now known an tho Eiffel tower as long ago uh lh"5. lie uny: "I havo yet my plans, ami only lat year proposed to tho Mayor of Chicago to put them in tho hands of some of tho rich and enterprising men in that fity, where tho tower would make a grand show mar tho edge of tho lake, uml over a largo extent of country. Tho Mayor replied that tho eity gov ernment could not enter on mich a hcheme, and ho did not proposo to fa vor it ho much an to propose it to the citi.eus." TMANKSOIVINO. Fur the hay and the corn and the wheat that in rpapl. For tlin latxir well ilono, and tho harm that am hcapnt, For th inn nrnl the ilow and the nwet honeycomb, For the r.tse and the eong and the harvest brought home Thanksgiving! thanksgiving I Vor thn trade and the Kk ill and the wealth in our land, For the cunning and strength of the work- tubman's hand. For the good that our artisU and poett have taught, For the rrli'inlshlp that hope and atTeftion have trou;;ht Thnnksgivingt thnnkngiving! For trie h-rnimi that with purest affection arc - -"i I'iniij hh'i nen-nrsdrve'i rest. For our country extending from sea unto The laud that is known as Free" the "Laud of the Thanksgiving! thanksgiving! llitrjier'H Weekly. HOW WJidOTOUKTWiKEY. THAXKSOIVISO STOKT. whs no doubt that the roimtrr wa- l'jTt'V l'l'perous. ,Vrca iJ.'-i-w-siiIiHlile man eouN 1 bar cut e- - . "'M v.i. -I..l I oiis, the ciirtb had yielded no her f cuits in abundance, and there were abundant reasons for thaiiks giving. 1 read tiie 1'rei.iiletit s Thanksgiving message ami agreed with it heartily, us far us others were concerned ; but Komenow 1 couldn't ce how it. uppiicd to inc. l'eriiaps you will huy I was scllisii, and I um willirer to confess I am. Tin- fact is that when t.ie cake is going around I I want to get a piece If I iloji't get it I feel disappointed. While I am Ud in the lib. tract that others come in or a -hare of the cuke, in the concrete I am mad hecaic-es it passes me. Hut, perhaps, lifter all, 1 am too sweep ing in my conclusions. I don't know out that there is one person in the world w'no is capable of self-Micrilice of a high order, and that is my wife Nellie. Hless her little heart, I am almost willing to overlook all the weakness of humanity for her sake. Why, I've known her to go without bread and butter when she was faint with hunger so that, the chil dren could have an extra slice. That was three years ago at Thanksgiving lime. The memory of her courage and -elf denial makes my eyes wet. Yvu see, Nellie was always practical and unselfish, while I was impracticable and poetic. Why, if 1 had her execu tive ability I'd have been a millionaire by this time, a cool millionaire, with a yacht and a country house on the Hud on. lint sho was handicapped by her sex nnd the children and couldn't exer cise her natural gifts. . I mil.-1 go on, however, and tell my story. The mouth preceding Thanks giving Day of ISS.'i, was the giooin;e.-t lime I cvir witnes-ed. We had ju.-t ar rived in the city from Shaudaketi, N. V.. in the Catsl.ill i. I was a fanner's boy and Nellie was a farmer's daniiier. lie fore we were married a famous shiger Hpi-tit the summer iu our village. One night at a strawberry festival he heard me sing, and was kind enough to sav that 1 iiad an excellent tenor voice, and with proper culture I could command a good salary as a choirsinger in New York, i )f course such encouragement, tired me with hope. The farm became distaste ful to me, and I determined to cultivate my voice instead of cultivating, com. We had an old-fashioned melodeon in the bouse, and with thu help of a lessons the famous singer gave me few and what 1 could learn from hints iu the opening pages of the choir books, I made life a burden for the rest of the family w ith my lo, re, meing every evening. I made fair progress, too, under the cir cumstances ami Nellie fell in love with me mi account ot inv voice. J remember distinctly that her favorite was a little selection from one of Mendelssohn's hongs without wonts set to the following lmcs: Still, still with thee when purple morning breaketh When the bird waketh aud tho shadow. "airer than morning, lovelier than the day light Comes the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. Well, we were married, and for a time my music was given up. But the life of a farmer fretted me, and I took up my music again, aud after two years' hard work at it we moved to the city. I thought in uiy ignorance of metropolitan lifo that I ahnuld hare no ditliculty in procuring a situation, but I soon found out my mistake. Iu the first place 1 found that I waa incompetent. I was de ficient in style. My voice, while strong and resonant, had not been properly trained. Then, too, thero waa no vacan cies. Eveu if I bad beeu competent thero were fifty applicants for every posi tion. Before I had been iu tho city for two weeks I heartily wished myself back in ahandaken again In the meantime the little monav I bad -M' I el and brongtit wfth me melted away like anow on the roof of a barn. My time was mainly taken up in running around to tho musical agencies looking for a situation. I had a little job on Sunday Kinging at a mission on Avenue A, where I i"nrnMl $2. and for throe week that waa all I eariiod. We lived in East New York and my ear fare over to the city and back every day co4 ine aixteen cent. Y'ou will readily aen that we had to live frugnlly. In fact, for two week we lived upon oat men 1 and molasses, and to-w-ard the last there was no molasses, and Thanksgiving coming over the hills. Every night when I got out at Manhattan avenue my three little girla were standing at the foot of the atairway waiting for me, I could see them from the top of the stairs, all in a row, their littlo cloaks flapping in tho chill November wind, their lips blue ami teeth rattling like i castiitiPls Wait a minute. It makes me feel faint to think of it, even after the lapse of three years. Wei!, it's all over now, I don't know why it affects me so strongly. There was something humorous, too, in the way the little tots jumied around to keep warm. As soon as they saw the train swing around the turn they ranged themselves iu a row and looked upward so wistfully, oh, so wistfully, to see their papa. For you must know that although not one word of our desperate situation had been breathed in their hearing, yet I their keen intuitions had told them some thing was wrong, ami th,?y knew as well as their mother that I was looking for work. How eagerly they looked in my face each evening, so that if there waa a ray of hope in it the eldest could starton a run to tell her mother the good news I Of courw I cheered them with fairy tales of what a wonderful big turkey we would have on Thanksgiving. A gob bler of tremendous si.e, who had strutted when alive like u prince in the story books. Then followed a description of the cranberry sauce and the huge wedges of mince pie. All this took place while I was carrying two of thu children hi my arms and the other was hanging on to my coat at my side. I hope I shall be for gjvcu for those lies. For they weie lies of tho blackest sort. I knew there wasn't one chance in a thousand that we would have a turkey on Thanksgiving I)ay. B.it I think under the cireum sti.nces that un angel of light would have departed from the truth to sen those it tit; faces light up with anticipation, to see the cheeks flush and the white teeth bare themselves as though cutting the tender meat from a turkey leg. lint the hardest sight for me to beur was the look Nellie gave me. Just one iiiek glance into my face and she knew all the sorrowful tale. It was not nec essary to tell her how I had tramped the streets of the big city all day, how faint I hud beeome from hunger; how I was raging at heart like a caged lion; how in in v awful rage I cursed the rich and hated humanity. Not for mvself, but for the hungry babies and their mother. Never a word of complaint from Nellie. Only encouragement and hope. Then came tho out meal alone. For tho molasses was nil gone. I don't cat oatmeal now. The taste of it is insuffer able to me. My palate rises iu rebellion against it. I have heard of the man who ate thirty ipiail in thirty days. I wonder whether he ever tried oatmeal for thirty days. On tho morning before Tlnnksgiving I was fairly crazy with grief and anticipa tion. Nellie and I had a consultation the night before, and she suggested that I should write a piece of poetry about the Thanksgiving turkey. The idea pleased me. It was a relief certainly from the brooding over the morrow. I got a book of poems from i my little store, which had so far escaped 1 thu pawn-shop and hunted up a metre after which I copied, for of course I knew nothing about metre or poetical feet. Meanwhile Nellie sat there mending the clothing of her babies and the tear fell thick and fast upon the garments. I couldn't stand it ho I jumped up and went out into the street to walk oil tho ,.r,Tt those childish voices had upon me . when I rnmo back, thank Heaven, they ! were asleep, folded in each others arms Then I trot to work on mv lioem. It took mo one hour and a half to write the !iif .'iimu T i.n.ntii.t i ru tri.il lwfe,r4 , . , , two wouUl ,lllV0 given up but for Nellie's encouragement "Now, what's tho use, Nell; just listen to this stuff," said I, reading tho stanza The turkey rixwteth high to-night Ho's hid iu the hemlock tree; Iu fancy I sea bis plumage bright, il'.it he gobblei nut (or uie. "Why. 1 think it's real nice. I didn't know vou could write so well as that. It's splendid; write another stanza." "But don t you bee, Nell, that it isu t true. The turkey don't gobble at night." "Oh, well, that don t make any UlIor ence. Tho poets always have license, you know. Besides, how many persons will know that he doesn't gobble at uight! Not one In a hundred "I'm afraid it's no good and that it won't go with tho editor. Anyhow, I'll trv a few lilies more. The littlo clock ticked monotonously on the mantel. The the burned low ! and Nellie uut a shawl over her should era, for the room was growing cold. But the chill air did not affect me. I was girlng birth to a poem. The aecond stanza came easier. What bothered me most was the rhyme. I think, to the best of my recollection, that the second instalment consumed a half hour of in tense thought. I waa better satisfied than with the first stnna, Itecause I knew it waa truer. Here it is, just aa I read it to Nellie: His comb Is as red as mddy wine, His breast is a shining sheen : , But his carcass is safe from me and mine We can't pick his wixhlKine clean. The muse was rather skittish at the third stania. I coaxed her with a nine of tobacco, the fumes of which made Nel lie cough, and I persuaded her to go to bed. The clock etruck 11. The wind rattled the window frame and I liegan to think that poets earned their money. I 1 almost fell asleep over this stanza. While laboriously constructing It there came ,a picture to me of the old farm house in the Catskilla, the table groaning with its weight of good things. It oc curred to me just here that I was doing the groaning now. When finished, after many interlineations and corrections, it read as follows: Thre was a time long, long ago. When deprived of his feathnry vest. I arixed his leg in my stj-on right hand. And dissected his meaty breast. By this time I had got into the spirit of my undertaking. Tho lines ran oil the end of my pen as smoothly as water runs off a duck's back. With a confi dent smile I finished the last verse. The next morning I had to till up the hole in a ten-cent piece with soap and ashes In order to deceive the toll-taker at the elevated railroad station. All the way down town I rend and reread the alleged poem, trying to perfect it. When I arrived in New Y'ork I hesitated before the big newspaper otliees, afraid to go in. At Inst I managed to pluck up courage euough to go up stairs, where, contrary to my expectations,! was kindly received and was told that my poem would be read, and if it possessed xutli cient merit it would be printed. 'Twas encouraging, to be sure, but what was I going to do in the meantime for thu turkey The day was spent in the usual way, running around looking for a job and rinding none. I managed, however, to earn tifty cents by carrying some coal. It hurt my pride to do it, but the faces of the children rose lie fore me, and I would almost Lave committed murder just then. With a heavy heart I started to walk over the bridge just after sunset. The wind blew cold from the northeast, and I buttoned my coat close to my chin. It waa a starlit night. The great towers , i ... .! loomeu up aoove me nxe entrances to some gigantic t. 'tuple. The river rushed and swirled below, and reflected in silver gleams the light from the electric lamps. 1 could see the little waves capped with foam. It was a fascinating sight, mid I felt strangely drawn toward the river. For a time I forgot the babies and Nellie. Behind me was the great, roaring city, with its thousands of men aud women struggling for existence. I had been trampled under foot iu the crush. Why eliould I return and renew the battle? As I brooded over the river, chilled to the marrow by tho searching wind, the water seemed to beckon mo. Its shifting currents whispered "Come;" its shadowy, gleaming rifts, its miniature malestroms seemed to my excited fancy to say: "Here a rest for you. n e 11 bear you away to dreamland, where hun ger and pain and aorrow are tlrowued in the nepenthe of eternal rest." In tliis state of partial uiicouscioiisnr?s I began to climb up the railing to reach the roadway below, when a policeman touched me on the shoulder and told me to "move on." I did move on, but iu a da.ed, uncertain way, until I reached tho Brooklyn entrance. Here the crowd from the cars was pouring out in the street like a torrent, and in the crush I was hustled about ami at last stumbled into tho arms of a stout man mullled in an old army overcoat. He held me away from him by my arms. Then he shook me and said : "What's the matter with you, Tom! Ye ain't drunk, be ye?" There was something familiar in the voice, and looking up I saw the homely face of Sam Jones, of Shamlaken, before me Theu came another shake, aud this time I came to myself again. "By George, Sam, I'm glad to see you, I stammered. "Well, lets go an get somethin to warm you up. iou re uear froze, man." Thawed and. melted by a steaming cup of coffee, I told Sam all the sorrowful story. How the children would be wait ing at the station for me expecting the turkey I had foolishly promised them and my inability to procure it. I was inter- rupted at intervals by exclamations from Sam such as : "Well, I'll be blessed 1 Y'ou kin bet yer boots them kids is goia' to bar their turkey I B'gosh I I alters did say that the city s no place fur a farmer I Under the cheerful influence of Sum's sympathy I soou regained my lost cour age. Ue insisted that we should go to the nearest grocery, where he picked out the biggest turkey he could find. Then there were two quarts of cranberries. three big mince pies, a package of candy for the children, a lunch ox crisp celery and other things appropriate to Thanks giing Day. When Sam left me at the elevated station he pressed a 5 bill into my hand despite my protests, with the remark : "Now, you take it, old man. I g.il good prices fur my truck this season. 'Sides that I am only lending it to ya Y'e're got to pay me every cent bir-4 l" With a parting hand shake lie disap peared. As the train rattled along over the shining rails I could see the lights of the big bridge fading away behind me. The river rushed below just as it had done one brief hour before, but its turbid waters had no fascination for me now. I wisJi every man and woman who reads this story could have seen the faces of those three children as they stood at the foot of the elevated station. My arms were rilled with bundles, nnd when those threo pairs of eves gazed upon the glorious sight what an infantile shout went up! And how thev danced with glee I The eldest insisted that she could carry the turkey, but she couldn't, it waa too heavy. But each one had to carry a bundle. Ajid so, like a conquer ing army returning with the spoils, wo marched around to the house. And Nellie I Well, bless me, if she didn't sit right down on a chair and cry like a lmliy. can t remember dii tinctly, because, you see, it's three years ago now, but I have an indistinct recollection that a few salt drops ran down my cheeks. As for Sain Jones, I think he would have felt fully repaid for his kindness if ho could have heard Buelah say her little prayer that night. That simple petition is carven so distinctly on the walls of my memory that I can repeat, it word for word : "Hod bless T'anVgivin', en papa, en mamma, en Sam Jones. Hood night!" Tho Turk's Thanksgiving Dinner. f ominy and the Turk. s r rvi The Boy's Opinion. Ob. Valentine Dar is well enough, And Fourth of July is jolly. And Christmas time in beautiful. With its gttta and it wreaths of holly. New Year's calling is rather nice. And Hallowe'en sports are funny, And a Hay-Dav party isn't bail. When the weather is warm and sunny. Oh, all of them are well enough; Hut the day that is best worth liviug, Is when we nil go to grandmamma's, To a spiendiit, big Thanksgiving ! i'mmu C. Dowa The Little Fiend. "Y'ou must feel some satisfaction in eating the turkey that chased you around the yarU a week ago, sum inn minister. "lie was a very saucy inru wnen auvo, wasn't he?" "Yes," replied littlo Johnnie, "and . : . 4 ... i. At ma saiU wnen you got turougii un-ru would be nothing left but the cranberry sauce." Thanksgiving Reyery. I never had a sweet gazelle To glad me witli its soft, black eye, But 1 would love it passing well Uakod in a rich ami crusty pie. If 1 oould have a bird to love And nestle sweetly iu my breast, All other netitling birds above. The turkey, stuffed, would be that bird Ottawa i'rtt 2Vaier. Hardly a Bargain. "What a kind, thoughtful hubby you are," said the young wife, throwing her arms around his neck when he brought home a turkey, "and what a dear little bird it is." "I should say it was dear," ht growled. "I won it at a raffle." Too Honest to Succeed. "What kind of bread do you like best," asked a kind-hearted old lady, who wai getting something for the tramp's Thanks giving. 'The bread of idleness, mum." The Turk and Tommy. Bare I r- tUARTEREU To Ab Wb tin from 2.50 to 15.00 lk " 2.25 to 10.00 " 1.50 to 3.75 l 3.50 upward " " 3.00 " " 1.00 to 5.00 jar from 20o up nd Boys Caps from 5c up " Hats " 15c up Mufllcrg, Handkerchief, cheap and fine quality. .ck-8kin, Cloth and Kid 5r goods, largo stock of d Holiday goods of every Vill positively not bo un- r past favors, i would rc- cit a continuance ofpa- ii Cliiri jEBURGH, pa. !is for Stoves The I5ea XcwSun?: of'S Crown C; lator How Ye: tor. IHIOADS mnerly used by D, T. Itlioads, 6, takes this method of inforuiicf t received a nt Line of Stoves, nary low ratea. Aleo the very bent qui City BtooH kept. I Spouting a Specialty. r BARGAINS IN i I AT ROS., Selinsgr your heart good to go and tlie auiiiorii P mX lie foxes, a pack of or cattle, a sounder m monkevs. a uride of lioiu. bears, a band of horses, n herd ot in"' ' a covy of jiartridges, a iiide of pliew' a wip of suipe, a school of w'ia'1'' shoal of herrings a run or li-sii, 1 of doves, a muster of peacock, ..f ),sin m Itnllilinir itf rnnkg. A ' ' v. . . . f, - . ion o.i'. ...... j.H Iuia. (rim'.-.. " U U IUIIQU. ff.il lit . ' . U L ' , , . ., . ...i. . i 1 1 1 ' n etc., a stauuoi nowcrs, a - ingalcs, a cast of hawks, a "k geese, sheep, goats, etc., a b'v " L'' a galaxy of stars and a erowd '! nfJ boys. Timely Warnlnr to DyM" T1'' Do not stuff yourself with clrf-'" Neither monkey with uiim I' ' For the turkey's ghost will lin.'"' J" When iu bej at uight you h- A turlny on the table is worth t a rooaw Don't count your turkey befc' - . . ML- carved, for It uisy go bacn on iu mm m hi s wL U, 1 tA t-lsa '5ll IF 18 is,Ciien wintfir 10 H
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