i BY PERNA MINER WHITNEY. Gra'ma is the one that knows How us boys likes thin’s, ’Spec’ly at Thanksgiving time— Oh! then’s when fun begins! Jes’ as soon as it is light Brother Ben an’ me ‘We gets up—lots to do ’Fore we start, you see; Cap an’ mittens an’ big coat, Fur robes tucked in close, Horses prancin’, snowflakes flying— Now we've got there—mos’! Halloo Gra’ma! Halloo Gran’pa! See ’em in the door! Oh! we know what fun we'll have, ‘We've been here before; Great big turkey, nice an’ brown, Cranb’ry jelly. chickun pie, Fruit cake, apples, nice sweet cider, Nuts to crack—Oh, my! More good times than we can tell— Such lots of fun an’ jolly noise, For our gra’ma she jes’ knows What's good for us boys. Meg’s Bank. A Thanksgiving Story. Meg sat upon a low stool by the win- dow with a sad little pucker on her pretty face. Near by sat Mrs. Thompson, Meg's mother, sewing, sewing away, for times were hard and with father away off doing duty in the Philippines, the pale little mother had to stitch steadily day after day to keep the tiny home in comparative comfort. “When did you say father might come home, mother?’ The question was asked timidly for there had been s0 many disappointments. “I hope he will be with us at Thanks- giving time, dear.” A sigh was stitched into the long seam, and Meg did not notice it. “Mother?’ the low voice had a sug- gestion of a sob in it. ”’I had a beau- tiful plan, but I am afraid I must give if up.’ “Never mind, dearie, there are other plans, you know, and you are only ten years old.” “But this was such a beautiful plan. | I was saving my pennies for a Thanks- ! giving turkey. I was going to surprise | you and dear, dear daddy.” I had‘! twenty-five cents in my bank. I began, oh, dreadfully long ago, but I had to take the money and now there is not a single cent.” There was no mistake about the sob this time. “What have you done with the money, daughter?’ Mrs. Thompson ay down her work and drew Meg learer. “Why—why—" with an effort at telf-control, “we had to have some ’lank books and pads at school and I ust would not ask you, and—and—I yought them myself, and I hate them, ‘or I did want the turkey so. I wanted + truly Thanksgiving dinner, for I mow father hasn’t had one since he vent away, and, of course, you can- ot afford one, mommy darling, and 0, and so——" The curly head went flown in the mother’s lap and Meg ad a good cry. : “Now, never mind, dearie,” said pamma at last. “You are a brave (ttle soldier girl, worthy of dear sol- fier-daddy, and I am so proud of you hat nothing else can make me cry just ow. “Listen, I have a plan. We may not © able to fill the bank with money or a Thanksgiving feast, but we can Tne . e Js ~ ogi, lll LENE Ye NWHL 2 A ES thought right now. Y am thankful for my brave, unselfish little girl. Meg's tears were dried as if by magic, and she ran and brought the little iron bank to her mother. “Why, I could fill it right up,” she laughed merrily, “when I come to think, I have heaps to be thankful for!” So that was the beginning and many were the white slips that found their way into the Thanksgiving bank. One, the very best of all, had these words upon it: > “Daddy has really started for home! I am the gratefulest girl in the United States!” Meg wrote very well for such a small girl, but her happiness made her hand tremble over those words. Now, about three weeks before Thanksgiving she had a wonderful experience. It was a warm day and her mother had given her permission to go for a walk in the park, which was not far away. Why she took the bank with her upon the walk Meg really did not know; perhaps she expected to have a thankful thing happen that must be recorded at once, who can tell? But she took the bank and a pencil and paper. Suddenly, while she was running along the leaf- strewn path, she heard music—low, sad music, that somehow brought tears to her merry eyes. She ran to the road nearby, and there, passing slowly, was a long funeral procession, and by the flags and soldiers in uniform Meg knew that a “comrade’—she always calied them comrades because her father did —was being carried by. The sight made her lip quiver, and she ran back to a seat behind some other day that daddy is tre-men-dous- ly fond of corned beef.” The comrade got up just then and walked quite around the bench before he sat down. Finally he said: “Is there any objection to me putting in a thank- ful thought in that magic bank?’ “Qh, no, sir,” Meg was all dimples and smiles. “I should like a comrade to know that another comrade is proud to have met his daughter. And you must tell me where you live, child, for I shall want to welcome your daddy home by. and by.” Meg, in a flutter of excitement, pre- pared a slip of paper and the comrade walked again around the bench, while THEY OPENED THE BANK. he seemed to have some difficulty in settling his sword in place. The slip was written, Meg was told to turn her head away while it was put in the bank, and then, after a little further talk, the comrades bade each other a cheery goodby. That evening Mrs. Thompson heard all about the experi- ence, and later, in the excitement of looking for her father, the affair was forgotten, : Menu for Thanksqwving Dinner Grape Frail’ Quslers on the half shell 3 Soup Celery Olives Salled Almonds Broiled mushrooms on toast Roast turkey Chesthuldressing “Giblel sauce Folaloes Cream sorrel with hard-boiled egos Ful salad Mince or pumpkin pie: Cheese with loaslted walers ICotlee {Quiet famply Dinner : Oysler soup Pickles Celery Roas! turkey iBreadstulling Cranberry diy Mashed potaloes "Browned sweet polalozs © Cabbage and Celery Salad Chocolate nul cake > Pumpkin pie Collee un Burkey run! The: Tec, are shill” and- bare, The summer's work i§ done, The day 15 crisp and rare, And for away, the unlers oun Sends echoes fair. é are threads e ice King weav- er’s Spun; e cows forsake e Shed And # n the sun; The blue gste light- | ly floaly and spreads, Oh run Turkey Run! 9.8 RISER. Across the brook Mri, ALLL SSL SLA SLSL SST { SERVING THE TURKEY } {Tos With Noted New York Chefs on the Subject. f SASHA RA ARR RN You may have your own ideas as to the stuffing, trussing and trimming of the noble bird which is to be the piece de resistance at your Thanksgiving dinner. Perhaps your recipes have M. PASCAL’'S TURKEY. been handed down from a dear old great-great-great- grandmother, famous in her day for her well-seasoned sage stuffing and savory giblet gravy. But. says a writer in the New York Herald, there are some of you who haven't grandmother's recipes to turn to, so that a few suggestions from some of New York's celebrated chefs may be of value. “How would you trim up a Thanks- giving turkey?’ I asked Mr. Pascal, the trim chef who makes such delicious dishes with which to tickle the palates of the habitues of Sherry’s. “Qh, well, perhaps, but it would be quite simple; for instance, like this,” and picking up a small beet, he began using a sharp-pointed knife upon it with surprising effect. In a twinkling he had peeled off the dark and with a few skillful cuts the plebian vegetable was trals- formed into a red rose. A turnip was skin M. BULETTI’S TURKEY DISH, next converted into a double flower with thin curved petals. Then, with a silver hatelet, the top of which appropriately represented a feathered Thanksgiving fowl, tie speared first through the white rose, next the red cne, and then through a crisp, pale, yellow lettuce heart. This odd vegetable ornament he stuck into the breast of a turkey, gar- nished the platter with leeks, and it was ready to graee the festive board. To the good-natured Mr. Buletti, ch®f at the Hotel Plaza, I addressed ques- tions on the same subject, and the decorations for a Thanksgiving turkey he showed me ware beautifully ar- ranged. Two turkeys placed with their necks together were brought in on a long, narrow tray. Though they were garnished elaborately, the tur- keys were carefully arranged, so as not to be in the way of the carving knife. : was filled with a bed of red and white roses, carnations and lillies. thé flowers. cut out of turnips. Outlining the tray a fancy design in pink stars, were laid ‘at regular intervals, trees; then the thought came which brought - about the experience. She took the paper and pencil and wrote slowly, speaking the words aloud as she spelled them: “I'm ’shamed to be glad ’bout such a ‘solemn thing, but I am thankful it isn’t my soldier-daddy who is going by!” Then Meg tore off the slip and began to push it into the narrow opening of the bank. “Where is your soldier-daddy, my dear little girl?” Meg jumped to her feet and almost w = NTS pS SEY a= = sor =] A NEW FRIEND, do something better. Every time that we have anything to be really thankful ebout we will write it upon a slip of paper and put it in the bank. If father ghould be with us when we expect him we will open the treasure bank together and I think it will make him gladder than anything else to know we had so many blessings when he was far away. Now bring the bank, dearie, I ‘must slip in. a thankful | screamed, but when she saw the kind face of a comrade gazing at her from | the other end of the bench she changed hier mind and smiled. He was a very = | splendid comrade in gold braid and | shining buttons, but his face made her forget to be awe-stricken. It was the | iriendliest face Meg had seen for many a day. | “Sit down, little maid,” the deep voice | went on. “I was too weary to go fur- ther with my regiment, so I dropped out to find a little girl being thankful for a’ daddy who is not being taken i away. Since I cannot follow my dead comrade, let me hear about my living comrade.” And then, strange as it may seem. Meg told the entire story of her simple | little life, even to her turkey 'disap- ! pointment, and the Thanksgiving bank { which was to be opened when the | soldier-daddy came home, | The comrade beside her listened and | nodded, and once he coughed and was es to use his handkerchief, for | the coughing made his eyes water. “Well, well,” he said, when the sweet, brave tale was ended, “I think there is a regular nest of heroes at vour house. It is really too bad that the Government cannot afford to feed such patriots on turkey at least once a year. Dear me!” I “Oh, I do not mind the turkey so much as I did,” Meg hastened to say. | “Mother happened to remember the Two days before Thanksgiving, Meg's soldier father came home, and you should have been there to see the fun. Never were three people happier. All the clouds disappeared and it was sunlight every minute. The evening before Thanksgiving the bank was opened and the slips read by daddy amid screams of laughter and merry jokes. Suddenly Sergeant Thompson stopped laughing and said in surprise: “What is this?” “Oh! that’s the comrade’s thankful ‘slip. I forgot to tell you, daddy,” but just then Meg gasped in surprise, for out of the slip dropped two crisp five- dollar bills. “Read what he wrote!” cried mother, her face very pale. “He says,” Sergeant Thompson read slowly, “I am thankful, comrade, that you have such a noble little daughter and thankful that I have had the priv- ilege of meeting her. “Please have turkey for dinner on Thanksgiving Day. It is more patriotic than corned beef! “I shall drop in to bid you welcome home upon that day!” and then was signed simply the name “John Stan- ley, Colonel Fifteenth Cavalry.” “Colonel Stanley!” zasped Sergeant Thompson, “he was wounded in Cuba. Ie is one of the bravest soldiers in the service. Tell us all about it, Meg.” So Meg told the story that had had so beautiful an ending. And the next day? Well, I will not describe that day, for it might make you just a wee bit sorry that you have not a soldier daddy and a great, splen- did comrade-friend in the person of that fine old warrior, Colonel Stanley.— Harriet T. Comstock. Flowers For the Table. If flowers are to decorate the Thanksgiving table, choose them from the hardy varieties of the season. The chrysanthemum, of course, heads the list. Any scheme of color may be carried out with the aid of this flower, which offers the decorator snowy white, pale sulphur and brilliant yel- low, all the shades of bronze and red, delicate lilac and pink blooms, in clus- ters or feathery pompons, or tightly curled balls. But unless willing to have a tall centrepiece, put the vases of chrysanthemums at the corners of the table, or use another flower; these proud blossoms are sorry objects when arranged in a low, compact mound; they are then as characterless and un- lovely as a crinkled paper mat. Cos- mos, roses or carnations are also ap- propriate, and the autumn grains, ber- ries and leaves. Suspense. leaves. - The space between the two turkeys A large nest, carved from a squash, resting on small pineapple leaves, surmounted Cranberry eggs filled this unique nest, while hovering over it were two little birds, fashioned from bright red beets, and two larger ones ‘on which the turkeys were placed was and white, dotted with cranberries. Little mounds of aspic jelly, in which had been put petit pois, green beans and tiny carrot alternating with bits of: crisp celery interviewed. The pedestal was a mass of cran. berry and jelly eggs, while ‘in the breast of each turkey was thrust a hatelet truffles. Chef Grevilotte, of Delmonico’s, was The large, fat bird he adorned with lemons and CHEF GREVILOTTE’S TURKEY. Some folks git roas’ turkey, Some gits chicken pie, Some gits sweet pubtatoes An’ some gits punkin pie. Some gits pohk or ‘poss Krom de pantry she’f Some gits lots 0’ gravy An’ some dey jes’ gits lef’. um > Thanksgivin’ brings dem chances Of many kin’s to me. I’s waitin’ an’ I’s watchin’ An’ a wonderin’ which ’twill be. —Washington Star. A Turkey’s Opinion. “What dost thou think of drumsticks?” I asked a barnyard bird. He grinned a turkey grin, and then He answered me this word: “They're good to eat, they're good to beat, But sure as | am living, They’re best to run away with The week before Thanksgiving.” —Anna M. Pratt. placed a plant, the entire thing cut from one i good-sized turnip. prepared rested on a mound of bread; watercress was laid around this, ex- | tending to the edge of the silver plat- side was flowering In the centre at one tiny pot with a A Thankful Note. Let’s be thankful that we're livin’, That the good God is forgivin’, That His heaven ain’t far above us, That His world has friends to love us; That for all its sorrows—sighs, Weary hearts and weeping eyes, We can see bright suns arise In the stormiest o’ skies. Haman Vanity. Don’t imitate the turkey’s strut, Because he has you beat. You may be quite as handsome, but This was flanked by beautifully carved ghells, made of the same vegetable, and filled with chestnuts and fresh mushrooms. A large dahlia rested near the head, while at the opposite end was put a white turnip rose, its delicately turned petals faintly tinted with pink. PENSIONS GRANTED. New Coal Territory—Consolidated Banking Institutions— Burgess Injured—Shortage of Coke. The fcllowing nam:cs were added to the pension list during the past wezsk: George ‘Wallace, Conneaut Lake, $24; Franklin P. McGirk, Lew- istown, $10; G:orge R. Harman, Ship- neusburgz, $10; Martin Thompson, Tarentum, $12; William Ireland, Sheshequin, $12; Samuel Hickel, Hop- wood, $12; Wilson Doty, Dunns Sta- tion, $10; Magzie E. Carter, McKees- pert. $8; Mary IE. Hawki, Kipple, $8; David A. Burtner, Natrcna, $6; Asa Osgcod, Myrtle, $S; Isaac W. Jongs, deceased, Pittsburg, $10; James P. Woods, Irvin, $8; Benjamin C. Vance, Franklin Forks, $12; Isaac Waltman, Columbia, $10; Maria Jones, Pitts- burg, $8; Katharine Gross, Hunting- don, $8; Hannah Carl, Dryville, $8; Annstte Tubbs, Franklin, $i2; Wil- liam R. Moran, Altoona, $12; Jacob Yohe, Homewood, $10.. Ter three months past agents of a new company have Leen quietly at work securing options on 211 the avail- able cecal lands in and around Markle, Milligantcwn and Marraysville. They have obtained options on over 6,000 acres of very rich ccal lands. The new company back of the deal is known as the Cambria Land and Im- provement Company of Johnstown. and has a state charter. It is capi- talized at $200,000, and will at once open up mines on the land that it has obtained. The following postmasters have been appointed: Brinkerton, Clarion ccun- ty, John L. Shumaker; Glessner, Som- erset county, Martha Grifiith; Hoover Hurst, Indiana county, J. ¥. Cooper; Nittany, Center county, William: E. Kessinger; Pineton, Indiana county, Charles F. Farabaugh; Pleasant Gap, Center county, John Griffith; Pletcher, Fayette county, M. R. Reece; Spruce Creek, Huntingdon county, Bessie. R. Miller; Tanoma, Indiana county, Roy R. Kinter. , A meeting of the parties interested in the building of the Wabash branc! frcm Bishop on the main line south, through Canonsburg and Washington to Greene and Fayette counties, was held iat Canonsburg, ‘The proposi- tion made by the company is that if free rights of way dre secured the rcad will: be built over this route. Many farmers have signed a release of damages. A complete survey from Bishop to Waynesburg has been made, : Spearman & McKeevery, iron man- ufacturers of Sharpsville and Leeto- nia, have purchased the Graham and Weinschenk farms in Shenango town- ship, Lawrence county, for $37,000. Both are underlaid with limestone. It is said that two furnaces and a steel mill will be erected on the land. The ngw capitol commission at Harrishurg, decided to use Winsboro granite for the exterior walls and decorations of the new capitol. The granite is quarried at Rion, 8. C., and can be had ready for use all the year round, which fact had considerable weight with the commission. E In a general melee, which occurred at Blairsville, Burgess M. E. Brown was badly used up, Chief of Police Ginter was severely abused, Thomas CO. Brown had to flee for his life, and a young man named Walter Baer, whose home is at Latrobe, was shot in the calf of the leg. An unknown Italian workman in the stone quarry at Uniontown was: in- stantly killed. He had placed a change of dynamite and was stooping over e¥amining it when'a fellow countryman ignorantly closed the cir- cuit. The man’s head was blown off. An organization, composed of 150 young men, has been formed at Mt. Carmel, who propose to boycott the young ladies of that vicinity who as- sociated with the soldiers of the Na- tional Guard who encamped there during the strike. The jury at Hollidayshurg in the case of Mrs. Hester M. Griffin, against the city of Altoona, for $5,- 000 damages for personal injuries sustained in a fall on a defective side- walk, rendered a verdict for the de- fendent city. At a meeting of the business men of Canonsburg a committee was ap- pointed to secure rights of way for the Wabash railrcad branch from Bishops via Canonsburg, to Washing- ton and south into Green county. Clyde Allabran, aged 16, while hunt- ing with two companicns, at Punxsu- tawney, accidentally shot himself in the head, blowing the entire left side of. the skull away. He was taken to the hospital, and will likely die. In a freight wreck near Joannette, eight large dynamos from the East Pittsburg works of the Westinghouse Company beng shipped to New York badly were thrown from the cars and damaged. The McKinley and Raney naces of the National New Castle have been closed of ccke. The steel plant at th also has been forced to shu At Brookville LL. M. Miller, fo guilty of complicity in the death Agnes Tompking, at Punxsutawney, was sentenced to pay a fine of. $250 and 20 days to jail. The store of ' J. Kreiger & Co. at Monaca was catered by thieves and $100 worth of goods stolen. The four foreigners at Sharon. who were made viotently ill by drinking wood alecchol, which caused the deaths of two others, will recover, but may ose their sight. The stcckholders of the Rochester Trust Company have dscided to pur- D und of chase the Rochester National bani and merge the two institutions. 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