Al— N ~ WOOO OOOOO OOO : JOIN NR ® HARRY'S THANKS- GIVING FAIRY. How She Aided Him to Find the Pumpkin Which Had Been Lost. NSN SNS SCOTT, y y ) ) ) y 00 30000000030020000000000 LL unmindful of their destiny two little white flat seeds were dropped into a mar ket basket, which was on the arm of an old man going to his home in a country town in New England. When the old man, whose name was Uncle Joe Jenkins, put down his basket in the kitchen, his little granddaughter Susie began to take all the vegetables and parcels out of it, for she was a helpful, tidy little girl, and always willing to use her hands. So Susie unpacked Uncle Joe's basket, and just as she was about to set the basket upon ashelf, her brother Harry came running into the kitchen, crying as tho igh his heart would break, because he Lad fallen down and hurt his hand. Sussie kissed his little dirty hand and gave him the empty basket to play with, saying: ‘There, darling, don’t ery any more. Take this basket and go oat in the garden and pay that you were Uncle Joe guing -to market. You can find lots of things to put in your basket in the garden.” So little Harry stopped crying and ran off with the basket. The very first thing he did was to tip it upside down and sit on it, for it was pretty heavy for such a little fellow—he was only four years old. While he sits on the basket, watching some little ants making their home in the ground, I mast tell you what happened to those little seeds. © When Harry turned over the basket, of course they fell out, and there on the ground they stayed, half hidden in the soil, a long, long time. The winds blew, the storms came, some days were cool and some were very warm. The sun did all it could to keep those little seeds warm; the rain did all it could to give them water, and the dear heavenly Father watched over all, and finally made them grow into two beautiful large vegetables. What do you think they were? Their color was dark orange and their size was that of the largest water- melon you ever saw. They were so heavy that it would have taken a very HARRY AND HIS BASKET. strong man to lift them, and their shape was round. Now, can you guess what they were? If you can- not, IT must go on with my story and tell you. Little Harry did not knowanything about the seeds, and he went on play- ing every day in the garden and in the house, and if he reads this story he will be much surprised to know that there was anything in the basket Dbe- fore he tipped it upside down. One day he ran to his uncle Joe, ‘who was working in the barn, and said: ‘‘Oh, Uncle Joe! do come and tell me what these two yellow things are that are out in our garden; they are the color of oranges, ouly so dreflie bigh\g Come, come quickly, Uncle Joe. I mever saw such tunny big things growing in our garden be. fore.” So Uncle Joe left his work, and went with “he little boy to see the wonders, When he looked at them he said: “Why, Harry, have you never seen anything like these be- fore?” ‘No, Uncle Joe; I'm sure I never did. ‘What do you call them, and what are they good for?” “Well,” replied Uncle Joe. “‘they are called pumpkins, and when I was a little boy, we used to have whole fields full of them, and at Ynanksgiv- ing time my mother (your grandmother; you remember her, don’t you?) used to have a lot of them made into pies and tarts. Oh, my! Harry, it just makes my mouth water when I think about it.” “Well, Uncle Joe,” said Harry, ‘‘why can’t weshave a Thanksgiving like the one you used to have? Won’t these two pumpkins make lots of pies?” “Yes,” replied Uncle Joe, ‘‘indeed they will, and we will look up the old cook book and have a real old-fash- ioned Thanksgiving.” That very evening, after the tea things were all cleared away, Uncle Joe called Susie and Harry and good old Aunt Martha into the sitting room. Harry’s father and mother were dead, and Susie and Harry were living with their uncle and aunt. ‘Now, Martha,” said Uncle Joe, ‘‘put away your knitting, for we want you to help us; these little ones have never seen a real, old-fashioned Thanksgiving, and I want to have a good time for them here while you and I are spared to help them enjoy it.” : *~ Aunt Martha looked up from her knitting with a bright smile and a happy look in her blue eyes, as she replied: ‘*Yes, indeed, I will help you, for I was thinking to-day, Joe, of all the fun and frolic yor an I ve=" 35! til mo: y | tind A STUFFED KID'S NIGHTMARE. Pl 38 WN i / 4 oF A M \ \ = \\ I i} NN DN NN 2 yl i So 1 NGI RO ca NE RR AN PERT NR TONE) ip ay: WILLIE’S DREAM AFTER THE THANKSGIVING DINNER. have at Thanksgiving time when we were little.” ‘““Make out a list of names,” said Uncle Joe, ‘‘of all your relations, and then send them notes of invitation to come and spent Thanksgiving Day with us; those who come from a great distance must stay over night, and they must all stay in the evening, to that we may have games, music and contra dances after our feasting.” So the invitations were written and sent to all therelations,both oldand young. The next day Uncle Joe called Harry to go with him to bring in the two big pumpkins. But what a dis- appointment it was to find only one pumpkin; they looked all over the garden, in the field adjoining, in the barn and in the carriage house and cellar, but the lost pumpkin could not be found. “Well, Harry,” said Uncle Joe, ‘‘we must make the best of it. We can have plenty of squash, apple and mince pies, not omitting the Thanks- giving plum pudding.” Harry looked-as though he wanted to cry, sol his uncle took him by the, hand, saying: ‘‘Letus take a look at the three big turkeys, and give them plenty of corn before they are killed for our dinner. poor things!” So they went to the barnyard and fed all the turkeys and chickens, and then Harry went with his uncle to the village store to buy nuts, raisins, spices, lemons and many other good things for Aunt Martha. That night, when Harry went to bed, he was very tired and his brain was full of thoughts about Thanks- giving, but especially about the lost pumpkin, Just before midnight he heard a little noise beside his bea, and a ting Tice said: ‘‘Little boy, little boy, we have your lost pumpkin. Do you want to know where it is?” ““Oh, yes, yes!” said Harry, sitting up in bed. **Very well,” said the charming lit- tle creature (she was a tiny fairy named Goldie-Good). ‘“We fairies helped a good little girl named Cin- derella to take your pumpkin into her house, and her fairy god-mother (our queen) has turned it into a beautiful coach for Cinderella to ride in to the bail. This is the first night ¢f the ball, but, after to-morrow night, if you look carefully under the green pampkin:vine in your garden you will your pumpkin there again all safe aud sound. We did not mean to trouble you by taking your pumpkin; we only wanted to help poor little Cinderella, for you know what a hard life she has always had, but she will be happy at last, and aren't you glad that you have helped to make hor happy by lending her your pumpkin ?”’ **Ok, yes, I am!” said Harry, ‘‘but LOOKING FOR THE PUMPKIN, I never knew before that Cinderella lived in America. I thought she was an English girl, and I did not know that we had princes in this country.’ “Didn’t you?” said Goldie-Good. “Well, we do have princes here now- adays, and this YCinderella; is an American.” ‘Oh, yes, I suppose you know all about it,” replied Harry, “but I do hope she won’t forget to send back my pumpkin when she is done with it,” and then Harry lay down, put his hand under hi- -™eek, and slept soundly un- The next day he did not tell any one about the fairy or the pumpkin, but after another night he went out and looked very carefully among the green leaves, and there, sure enough, he found the pumpkin, hidden com- pletely in a nest of leaves and vines. He gave a shout of joy, and ran into the house, exclaiming: “The pump- kin’s found, the pumpkin’s found! Cinderella didn’t keep it. Wasn’t she a good girl to send it back again?” “Why, what are you talkingabout?” said Aunt Martha, and Susie said: “Why, Harry, are youn crazy? We | don’t know anything about Cinderella; we only know that you have lost your pumpkin.” : “Oh, no, I haven't, Susie,” said Harry, “it’s right there now, all cov- ered over with vines aud leaves.” Aunt Martha and Susie went to the garden, and there they found the pumpkin, looking so handsome and golden in the sunlight. “Well, well, I never,” said Aunt Martha, and Susie clapped her hands. ‘‘Why didn’t you and your Uncle Joe use your eyes? Of course it has been here all the ime.” “Oh, no, it hasn’t,” replied Harry, ‘for’ Cinderella borrowed it to go to the ball in.” “What?” said Aunt Martha. “Why, Harry,” exclaimed Susie, ‘‘you are FOUND AT LAST. growing crazy; do come into the house and tell us what you are talking about.” So they went back, and there sat Uncle Joe reading his newspaper. Havry climbed up on his uncle’s lap and told him all about the pumpkin, and ended by saying that Aunt Martha and Susie would not believe him when he said that the fairy god-mother had borrowed his pumpkin, “Don’t they believe Uncle Joe. *‘No,” said Harry; “do you??.. *‘Yes,” said his uncle, ‘‘i believe it just as much as I believe any dreams that little boys-have.” “Why, what do yon mean?” said Harry. ‘Did I dream it?” “Certainly; and I can tell you how you happened to have such a dream, Don’t you remember that your Aunt Martha let you eat a little pumpkin tart that she had made for you, so that you might know just how the Thanksgiving pies were going to taste, ard, as you were not in the habit of eating tarts or pies, it made you feel rather uneasy, aud you slept in dreamland, instead of the quiet, peaceful land of nod. You see, Harry, the pumpkic was out there in the garden all the time, but yonand I did not find it because it was so hidden by the large leaves,” Harry understood then that it was all a dream about the fairy and Cin- derella, but he did feel rather disap- pointed to know that it was not true and real, for.-he had always wanted to see a fairy. 3 The next day the big pumpkin was brought into the house and was made into many little pies and tarts, which were enjoyed very much by all the uncles, aunts and cousins when they came to dinner. + Every little cousin heard the story of Harry’s dream, and Aunt Marthh gave them all a tiny pumpkin pie to carry home, and the children called them ‘‘Cinderella pies,” that?” said | ANN ON te) on One Thanksgiving Day ¢ 00000000000000000C030CC00 HE Church Mouse was very much surprised one Thursday morning to hear the church bell ring, and to see the people come walking into church as though it was Sunday morning. However, hehad lived in the church so long that he had grown very wise; tie made up his mind therefore to keep very quiet and find out if he could what it all meant. He felt especially thankful to see the man who pumped the organ Sun- days take his place, as this man always carried something to eat in his pocket. The Mouse had often heard the man who pumped the organ called ‘‘TFool- ish,” but, as he always left so many crumbs about, the Mouse was firmly of the opinion that the man was as wise as Solomon, The Chureh Mouse had listened to so many sermons that he was well in- formed as to Solomon, Every one looked very happy on this particular morning, as indeed they should have done, for, as the Mousa soon learned, it was Thanksgiving Day. Just before the sermon began, the Church Mouse, who was so thin and poor,. he could run ever so fast with- out getting out of breath, heard the man who pumped the organ talking with the minister. ‘Good morning, Noah,” said the minister. ‘‘I see you have a new hymn book.” ‘Yes, sir,” answered Noah, ‘of course I can pump any hymn in the book without the notes and always could, and so they never thought I 2 oF ge Se ~~ \ = ’” A THANKSGIVING RECIPE. A little turk, A little clerk, A little jerk, A iittle dirk, Will make a little dinner, needed a book, I guess, until the boys thought of me and gave me this one; I’ll pump the organ more confident like, now.” Then the Mouse knew why Noah was called ‘“Foolish.” While the people were singing our grand old hymn, ‘“My Country, ’tis of Thee,” the Church Mouse was eating his breakfast. Poor little starved Mouse! He had found a bit of cookie a chubby baby dropped. *‘Long may our land be bright,” sang the people, and the hungry Church Mouse nibbled away. When the last verse was finished and tho bit of cookie almost gone, the minister rose and said that he wished to make a few remarks before the eontribution was taken. 2 When the talk was ended and the minister had urged the people to give of their abundance, or as the Lord had prospered them, that the hungry might be fed, the little Church Mouse, with his stomach full of cookie, made up his mind to use-his influence; ac- cordingly he moved over to the pew of the Stingy Man and watched. The ushers moved slowly up the aisles as the solemn music of the or- gan filled the church. Down into his pocket went the hand of the Stingy Man; he drew out a gold piece- -it was money he had col- lected that very morning by grinding a poor man, and he wanted to look at it again to be sure it was safe. The Church Mouse moved a trifle nearer. Down into his pocket again went the hand of the Stingy Man, and this time a copper lay in his palm beside the shining coin. : Thought the mouse, ‘Gold is scarce in these days, and I know what it means to be cold and hungry,” and he moved yet nearer. At last the basket was passed to the Stingy Man. He intended to put in the copper. The Church Mouseknew the time for action had come, and, at the risk of his own life, he sprang up the coat sleeve of tho Stingy M-n so suddenly that down into the basket went the shining coin with the copper. The Missionary Society gave a Thanksgiving supper in the church parlors that night, and the Church Mouse, who safely escaped from the Stingy Man’s coat sleeve, had all he could eat—for once.—Frances Mar- garet Fox. Thanksgiving Danger-Signalf, Turkey #in hiding, to friend)—‘‘Lie low, Friend Gobbler, lie low; there's blood in his eye and he’s got an axel” \ 4 0 0 d CHILDREN'S GOLUMN. CDV DVY VV A Recipe for an Avnpetite, My lad who sits at breakfast, With forehead in a frown, Because the chop is underdone; And the fritter overbrown.— Just leave your dainty mincing, And take, to mend your fare, A slice of golden sunshine And a cup of morning air. And when you have ate and drunken If you want a little fun, Throw by vour jacket of broadcloth And take an uphiil run. And what with one and the other, You will be so strong and gay, That work will be only a pleasure Through all the rest of the day. And when it is time for supper Your bread and milk will bo As sweet as a comb of houey, Wiil you try my recipe? A Fight With Rats, During a flood on the marshes near Sidingbourne, England, a man was overtaken by the rush of tidal waters, and for safety he sought refuge in a tree. He had not been long there be- fore he was horrified to find a number of rats swimming toward him. The rats were ferocious and excited by being driven from their haunts, and they-made for the tree with a view to seeking the same shelter which the man enjoyed. Not caring fo come to close quarters with the rats, the man took off one of his heavily nailed boots, and with it he prepared to give battle. as the rats came to the tree they were beaten back into the water, and so the fight continued until the creatures were either killed outright or com- pelled to seek a resting place else- where. The victor then put on his boot, and when the waters had subsided he dropped from his perch and made the best of his way home, Taming Humming-Birds. My special pet is and fussing with that lovely little creature. [| tame them every year, and my interest in them never flags. Last spring my wife and I standing on the piazza and a pair of male raby-throats—the first arrivals —came hovering around our heads, chasing each other in seeming play, and then lighting side on a star jessimine vine, within a foot or two of our faces, without the slightest fear of wus, which meant, of course, that they knew their ground, and when I brought out the little bottle that they always feed from, one of them came directly to it as if he had fed on it all his life. Its delightful to be re- membered by the tiny creatures in this way, and nearly every season I have proof of their memory. This season at least two or three of my old pets have visited me, and all seem to be as tame as on the previous vear, hut the early birds that are on the migratory move I cannot induce to stay. They nearly all go further north to set up housekeeping. I never expect to keep were side by young birds appear in the early part of June. During the month of June this year I had two or three quite tame, but one in particular never saw me anywhere around the place but he would come hovering around me, aud I never failed to take his little bottle from my pocket and give him a sip or two. I have discovered that it is best to give them but little at a time, as they are apt to over-feed themselves. I often sit on the pizza to read my paper, and when [ have a tame bird 1 the bottle —with the bow attachment —so that he can sit and help himself withont interfering. with my reading; and this summer, I was reading, I heard my pet as I supposed, fly up and take his seat, and I paid no atten- tion to him for some time, I then looked up to see what he was doing, and to my surprise and delight théve sat an old full-plama rad male a friend of the previous year. never repeated his visit. respondence, Forest and Stream. as bir l iiut Florida cor An Alliterative A literative <0 netinies ried to a ridiculous ¢ people with a liking for the bave written whole each word of which began same letter. One of sends in an amusing of what can be Aventure may CO5N, stories onr friends illustration way Fol- which as called: done in the oi aliterative story-telling, lowine 1s the “am Shans School”? Sultry seventh started seeking school. Sun shone serenely; sky soft sapphire; stream sparkled. Sam strutted, sporting Sunday suit, shoes, stockings.” Soon Sam saw swallow skimming swiftly skyward. Seemingly swallow said: “Silly Sam; stay, swim, Sam.”’ sighed sadly. School suggested slate, sums, study. Sam sauntered slowly, slower; stopped suddenly; soon story, Sente nben Sam scudded southward speedily,shunning | Some saucy squirrels seeing | ‘So, so, Sam’s surely | Sorry sight, sory | | York Independent. Spying squirrels | shouted, slung sticks savagely. Spor- | school. Sam scolded: skipped school! sight! Shame! Shame!” Sam stood still. Startled, tive squirrels, scared, scampered. Smiling scornfully, Sam sought shining stream. Seeing several stole soft, shady seat,staring s:eadily. Sedate swans stemmed stream, swayed, stopped--surely superb! Suddenly Sam sneezed, spoiling silence. “‘Shaw!”’ said Sam. Swans splashing, scattered spray, swam speedily. Secondly,Sam skipped stones, sung Sunday school songs softly; soon sat still, soliloquiz- ing, safe, snug. Silence seemed sweet. Stream smiled, slipping. ¢ | Surprised, she said, *‘S-a-mysay,Sam!’’ | Supposing schoolmaster | searching, { sleepy, slapped Sue smartly. | ing so Nam slipped, slid softly, sprawl- | sticks. | : | struggling stubbornly. + Cor ling, | Such | Surmise, severe suspeuse. looked so cood that Nan As fast | ‘answered Nan, i Well, | Didu’t vou tell me there the humming- | bird, and I never weary of feeding | most charming marked, i lonely without those ten kittens. I ons for any length of time until the | all I silvernears. I said they weve just | but they had hold | | indulgence compatible with Sam | | of the service.’ I must have the qualifications of ‘strict <u sliding sleepily. Small sinner snorved, Soon Sam’s sister Sue, scarcely seven, strolling, saw Sam slumbering sweetly. seut = Sis supremely Shift- Sam, still ing, scrambling, Splash! snatching Souse! stones, Sam sunk, Sister Sue sought sue- She smmnoned sowing seed. screaming shrilly, snceessfully. Samuel Senior, seen Nam, striking shallow stream shoreward spluttering. Senior, scowling stiff switch, seized strongly. Sister Sue mam stood Shoes, stockings suit spoiled, soleun started Namuel severely, shaking Sam's sleeve stood snitinge sullk- Sie sheepishly. sulle, , soaked. day schoul shunned. situations seem sad. Becoming Fantiago’s Spanish soltliers Sam swiftly surrendered, —Chicago Record. Nan's Souvenir, Nan party out at little girls were to have a bivthdav was cooing grandina’s house. Ten coming to S} end the afterncon and stay to supper. There was only thine that troubled Nan: went out into the Kitchen, where grandma was frost- the before the party, to talk The cakes never conld have stood itif grandma hal not baked her tasters, in patty-pans, of every single kind of cake. “Everything 1s too good for any- thing!”’ said Nan, leaning her elbows on the table. = “Except: I wish [did have silvernears for the party.” “Goodness me!” said grandma. “What’s that?” “Things for one and she afternoon about it. ing cakes them to take awav to ‘member my party with for always,” “*Silvernears is the best part of a party, I think, grand- ma.”’ **Oh, yes, souvenirs—yes, I about them, then. were twelve kittens down at the barn.” *Yessum,” said Nan. “And, O grandma, you said they'd have to go, see, we must see some of them anyway, cause the farm was getting overrun with cats. But, Cerandina, yon wouldn't sav so if von could see them once; they are the sweetest, eunningest, dearest” “Yes,” said grandma, calinly; “they always are. But why not | to the party for souvenirs?” 0) grandma, give them vou are the dearest! You always think of the perfectest things! = Of course, there'll apiece. and two for me; and vou don’t mind the two for me, do. you, gramd- b be one ma. And of cowrse grandma said she didn’t mind. So the next day, when thie ten little guests went away, after having the titae, they each took with them a kitten.in a box with slats iixed so that it could breathe. And, after they were all gone, Nan went down to the barn. When she came back, she looked very sober. I wouldn’t have thought,” “that 1 she re- could have felt so hope I'm not getting selfish.” And grandma smiled. The next day grandma was upstairs when she heard Nan calling. And then, running up the stairs, accom- panied by a chorus of mewing, she burst into the room, her cheeks very red and her eyes very bright, with ten boxes piled np in her arms. 0 grandwa,’” she cried, ‘‘the party came back, and brought their They said their manmnias as much obliged, many kittens now they do not really need any more; and say, O grandma, don’t you think we can keep them now?” And of grandma, cot through laughing, Churchman. S50 when she course said *‘Yes.’ Jneky’s Punishments and Rewards, As Jacky 1s not subjected to arbit- rary penalties on the one hand, so he rewarded pro- the avchi- own fortanes, and so . long he can When record with him, and upon that, aud with the of every doubt resolved in his 15 not avbitrarily or ioted on the other. fe 1s tect of his od lrealth stands by him takes himself. uSEavhat he re joins his ship he takes his ne tit favor, he is assigned to one of the Tuet el into which the ew is divided. [It he enters a mduct will pro- a higher one: if he 1nis- The captain is the judge. Every month the stand- ing of the men in their classes is re- vised and published. The higher the class the greater the privileges. A first-class conduct man can draw a larger percentage of his pay and have more shore liberty than a member of any other class. = ‘*He shali be. al- lowed,” say the‘*Regulations,” ‘every the de- mands of duty and with the exigencies But to gain this he fonr co? classes whole lower class; aood 1 mote hi to behaves he goes down. attention to duty, implicit and ready obedience, sobriety, alacrity, coura- geous con luct, neatness of person and of dress,quick and respectful demean- or and general usefulness.’”’—New Novel Uses for Motor Cars. Not long ago a Frenchman died, and a clause in his will set forth his de- | sire to be conveyed to his last resting splendid swans swimming, Sam slyly | 1 =) 5rd place in a motor-car arranged as a hearse. Near Marseilles there has just taken placea christening of a new order. The christening party consist- ed of nine persons and they were con- veyel to church by a motor-brake. A French paper thinks it will be a source of satisfactian to the parents of the child (it was a boy) to say that he be- gan very early to patronize the new | locomotion.
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