CAUSES FOR (THANKFULNESS.
tot nil thnt Qod In mercy sends;
For health And children, horns nod friends.
For comfort In the time of need,
For every kindly word irnd deed.
For happy thouihts nnd holy talk,
For gutdanns in our dnlly walk
For everything give tlmnki'
For beauty In this w.irld of ours,
For verdant gross nnd lovely flowers,
For song of birds, for hum of bees
For the refreshing summer breeze,
For hill unit ntnln tr,r tm.ntna A vnnrl
For the great ocean's mighty flood
For everything give thanks I
For the sweet sleep that eomes at night.
For the returning morning's light,
Forthe bright sun that shines on high,
For the stars glittering in the sky,
For these and everything we see,
0 Lord ! our hearts we lift to Thee
For everything give thanks!
Ellen Isabella Tupper.
Miss Barbara's Lover.
A THANKSGIVING STOHt.
SHALL!"
There was wrath
in Miss Barbara's
tones nnd deter
mination in Lcr
countenance.
"But, auntie "
"I chnll t I
didn't make this
garden for the
benefit of the
neighbors' hens,
and I will kill one
If I can. Jnst see that and thnt I"
Her indignant finger indicated the
tomatoes lying in red ruins nt her
feet, then the ragged corn thnt rose
forlornly further on. The currant
bushes were still stirring where the
last marauder had scuttled through.
Sylvia suddenly smiled.
"Auntie, it's a fowl theft," she said.
"It is and, as I can't stop it by
fair means, I'll try fowl," responded
Miss Barbara, giimly, beginning with
restrained vigor to gather up the
pecked tomatoes and lay them on the
grape trellis.
"Are you prepared to go to law,
untie?"
"I am prepared to do anything on
my'side of the fence. Qo in to your
embroidery, Sylvia you're of no
use as a sonreorow."
She waved her trowel martially,
and Sylvia fled in laughing haste.
The silence that is vocal with birds
and inseots and rustling leaves settled
over the garden, where Miss Barbara's
energetio figure bade defiance to the
thermometer. Charles Dudley War
ner once spent a summer in a garden,
and has remarked in consequence that
he likes neighbors and likes chickens,
but he does not think they ought to
be united. Miss Barbara agreed with
him warmly. She endured much be
fore informiug her genial, easy-going
neighbor of the misohief his hens
wrought daily in her garden. She had
endured more since the complaint, if
eomplnint it could be called, had
proved a failure, and neither faith,
hope nor charity remained to soothe
her soul. Suddenly an inquiring
"oluck" struck her ear with the effect
of an olectrio battery. It came from
the other side of the fence. A yellow
feathered head protruded through the
pickets, the round, unwinking eyes of
a hen surveyed the premises, another
serene "oluok" sounded, and the
plump bo It followed the head. Miss
Barbara cautiously arose, her expres
sion full of martial tire,
a. Uuoonncious of impending evil the
invaders wriggled their way through
until a large and cheerful company
had assembled. In pleasant expeot
ancy they gathered arouud the laden
tomato viues. Suddenly and with
vengeful foroe a missile descended
into their very midst. Squawking
wildly, the startled hens eouttled into
the ourrant bushes, under the tomato
plants, among the corn. A pause
equal to a legislative deadlock fol
lowed. Then one heu after another
cautiously emerged and presently
gravitated toward the tomato vines.
Again aiibs .Barbara seized on ven
geance and thu stove wood. Stick
after stick of it flew, like a kind of
hail, telling upon the tomatoes if not
upon the bens. Miss Barbara was not
unaware of the facts in the cass, but
felt that if she could not kill it was
relief to try. One audaoious old hen
. in particular r.roused this murderous
feeling. Down the grape walk, over
the beet bed, up to the door she
chased that hen and shied her last
stiok after it as it flapped wildly
arouna toe eorner. To ner horror a
' sharp ejaculation in a man's voice out
the air. Her final effort had made an
impression, but not upon the hen.
She turned the corner hastilv and be-
ield a stranger pressing both hands
against bis battered head as he looked
eavaMjy at her. Consternation, con
tritiib), mortification, animated her
countenance ; self-mastery alowly
calmed ins.
- "Did you hit one, auntie? I hope
it s that old rooster I sounded ami
. denly from the woodshed. The faoe
of the stranger turned ghastly.
"I thought it was man lived in
the moon," he murmured. "Wh,
made you hurl it at me?"
Miss Barbara's faoe grew white.
Was this an escaped lunatic? The
man's fading eyes brightened as they
fell upon Sylvia.
"The flowers of paradise," he whis
pered, and threw his arms out uncer
tainly. "No, it hurts too mueh to
piok them," he muttered, and sank
with a groan upon the steps.
. Sylvia's wide, startled eyes met
Barbara's. The latter laid her finger
011 her lips and motioned towards the
next bouse. Within five minutes sev
eral neighbors had gathered around
the prostrate man, who appeared un
conscious unless touched, ,wnen he
eviuoed t thorough knowledge of box
ing. The doctor on 'his arrival lie
id to lies Barbara's aoooout of the
EVERT BIRD
acoident with an inscrutable counte
nance. He was a cnlm, keen-eyed man,
whose resolute orders soon cleared
the bouse of superfluous attendants.
His attentions were received with in
gratitude by his patient until he held
an odroous substance near the injured
face and said gently :
"I want to help you I am a doctor
it's all right." The dull eyes
wavered an instant on his fnce.
"Is it? I thought it wasn't I hope
you know" with this murmured re
sponse the refractory patient sub
mitted to the touch of the skillful
hands.
"History repeats itself, Fordham."
The speaker, a serene-faced mnn of
imposing presence, advanced leisurely
into the private ofllce of a well-known
lawyer in Bombay.
."So I have heard," said the latter,
glancing tip with a smile of welcome.
The visitor settled leisurely into a
seat, where he received the beneficence
of the punkah swung from the ceiling.
Both men wore full suits of white
linen, that, despite the unutterable
heat, retained their frefth orispness,
"Marrying nud giving in marriage
the world keeps on in the same old
way," said Emmett, comfortably.
"This hns been borne in upon me
since the arrival of the American
mail yesterday."
"You had news from your brother I"
"I believe so I I have just grown
accustomed to the pleasing certainty
that all the words in his letters will be
spelled according to the dictionary ;
possibly you can comprehend the
shock I experienced yesterday on
reading in his own handwriting that
he is engaged to be married."
"I congratulate you, Emmett, on
the acquisition to your family
probably your example recommended
this step to your youthful brother as
eminently desirable. Let us see he
must be about twenty-five uow?"
"Possibly by the almanac, but to
my recollection be is still a bidder for
tips and spankings. The next mail
will bring out her picture and his, and
these, with the course of events, may
compass my comprehension of his
present legal age. I shall reply on
your assistance, Fordham. The most
chnrming girl in the world, you
know."
"Of course" an answering smile
spnrkled over Fordham's dark fnce.
"Knowing that you had honored the
State of the wooden nutmeg by being
born there," oontinued Emmett. "I
thought it barely possiblo that you
might know something of the family
of this young lady, aud I shall be glad
ot any information you may be able to
impart, provided your foe is reason
able." "I believe it is one ot your maxims,
my friend, that time equals money
it is a period of seventeen years, more
or less, that you desire me to oover. I
will undertake the case for 1000 ru
pees down."
"Donet You reoolleot that I always
pay in brass. Well, the name ot this
young lady who will soon have the
good fortune to become my relative is
Nutting Miss Sylvia Nutting and
she resides at present in the town of
Brampton, county of Brown, State
of Connecticut, U. S. A. Do any of
these cognomens ouse the chords of
memory to vibrate in your patriotic
breast?"
"Yes," said the lawyer, laying his
pen carefully across its rack, "I had a
oolloge friend of the name of Nutting.
He was two or three years older than
I and married very yonng. As his
house was in Brampton, this young
lady is probably nis daughter.
"I hope that will prove to be the
case," suid Emmett. He proceeded to
impart the information given by his
brother npon the subjeot, which
proved beyond doubt the identity of
the young lady's father with lord
ham's college friend.
"Yon will appreciate the first meet
ing, Fordham," said Emmett, in con
clusion ; it was out of the ordinary
line. Tom was deeply impressed in
fact, hard hit About the middle of
this summey he was wandering about
the oountry on one of those solitary
pedestrian trampfae pretends to on
Joy, and happened to pass through
this little town of Brampton. It was
what they oonsider there hot day.
Tom bad oovered stretoh of ten miles
or so, and, happening to behold a
shiny tin enp on the hydrant in a yard
he was passing, he suddenly felt con
suming thirst. Without regard to
meum et tuun, he proceeded towards
that hydrant, but h'ynever reached it
It oheuoed to' i .oneof those oooa
sir -is when tbe..nocent suffer for the
guiiy and Tom received on his head
a stick of stove wood, hurled by the
aunt of his future fltuoee at a ainful
old hen that had astray from its right
ful premises. The blow nearly knocked
the boy under. The aunt appeared
HAS HIS BAT.
from the woodshed, Miss Sylvia came
on the scene inquiring: 'Did you hit
one, auntie? I hope it's that old roos
ter.' And then Tom taw fireworks and
all the stars. He was half senseless
they thought he was a crazy man.
Well, they called in a dootor, and he
kept the boy a prisoner there for six
weeks he and Miss Sylvia, and the
result you see, is a sister-in-law."
"A charming result, I have no
doubt," said Fordham. "It's a strik
ing story. "
They left the ofllce together and en
tered the lawyer's g lurry thnt stood
waiting in the street. Tall and state
ly white buildings cast welcome
shadows along the wide thoroughfare,
nnd in the arcades of their tower
floors were heaped jewels, silverwork,
wrought brass, silks and shawls. The
squatting merohants guarded their
treasures with sleepy-looking, keen
eyes as they patiently waited for cus
tomers. Crowds of shoppers, idlers,
coolies and water carriers filled the
street, and the tropical sunlight
brought out the glowing richness of
brilliant-hued brocades and silken
shawls, the dazzle of white garments,
the satiny shine ot bnre bronze limbs
nnd chests. Little publio hackeries,
or cnbs, curtained with bright deep
oolors nnd drawn by brisk little bul
locks, rolled constantly by. Hump
backed cows strolled placidly among
the throngs, and a pet rain with gilded
horns nooouipaiiied its Brnhmiu mas
ter. Presently the gharry turned into
a narrow side street where lusoious
fruits were heaped up in rioh-bued
piles that freighted the air with spice
nnd perfume. Dusty roads appeared
when the business portion of the oity
was left behind, nnd they rolled the
palm-fringed roads of Malabar hill,
the residence distriot ot the wealthy
foreigners. At the entrance to his
bungalow Emmett alighted and Ford
ham rolled on toward his own homo.
It was not far, and he was soon enjoy
ing the renovating effect of a bath.
He replaced his white garments with a
negligee of India silk and became ac
cessible to his little daughter, a lovely
child with pale little face like a flower.
She had been motherless for a year.
He took her on his knee end drew out
the little story of her day ; then he
told her fairy tales dainty fancies,
exquisite jesting thnt older and less
intimate listeners would have been
amazed to hear from the keen-tongued
lawyer. Then the little one's ayah
came to carry her to bed.
Miss Barbara was walking slowly
homeward through the dusk. Fadod
leaves dropped softly about her and
the mellow air was smoky with bon
fires. These Indiau summer days
heralded the approach of Thanksgiv
ing, but the remembranoe gave her no
pleasure. For some reason she at
tributed it to Sylvia's rooent romance
her thoughts persistently reverted
to a long-gone Thanksgiving Day that
bad begun for her with happiness and
ended with sorrow. On that Thanks
giving had arisen the never-settled I
quarrel that had parted her and her
yeung lover. He had gone immedi
ately abroad and hastily married there.
Not until then did Miss Barbara dis
miss the man he had aocounted his
rival. Their world had held her
blameworthy in the affair perhaps
she had held herself so. Certainly life
had looked darker to her in those days
than it looked now. She went slowly
tip the steps of her pleasant home.
Far within a girlish voice Hang happily
and the rooms were cheery with mol
low lamp-light that revealed Miss Bar
bara a fitting mistress for the lovely
old house. Suddenly Sylvia's head
gleamed in a distant doorway.
"There's a letter for you, auntie,"
she called softly ; "such a queer look
ing thing I laid it on the piano."
It was a foreign-looking letter, and
bore traoea of a long journey. Miss
Barbara examined the postmarks curi-
I ously. When she carried the letter to
her room a moment later her face
looked pale. Behind her locked door
the next moment she sat down to read
it With deliberate oare she opened
the envelope. It oontained many thin
sheets written over in a dear, manly
hand. She sought methodically for
the signature, and read the name that
had once been dear to her- A strange,
familiar look it wore. Much was
written between the lines ot the story
he told briefly. He had left his native
land hot with passion and the smart
of their broken engagement Shortly
after his arrival in India a report of
her marriage had reached him, and,
not doubting the truth of it, he paid
court to and hastily married the
pretty but shallow daughter of an
English Colonel stationed there. Dar
ing the years that followed he had
striven to bear the oonsequenoes of
hie own mistake, and he had borne
them until the burden fell from his
shoulders at grave. He spoke of
his child in words that br6ughl tears
to the reader's eyes and then he
turned passionately to the old days,
and questioned her of the future.
The letter fell from her fingers. She
felt as ono must feel with the earth
rocking under foot. Was the old love
dead in her heart dead like the
mother of his child? She thought of
that grave under the Indinn'pnlms, nnd
a feeling rose slow nnd strong out of
ber heart. No his pnrt in her life
had ended years before. Hue did not
hold herself blameless, but she hud
suffered once ; she had no wish to suf
fer again. She could not change the
pleasant, settled boundaries of her
life. Toward him and toward that lit
tle child of his her thoughts would
ever go kindly but hisjpart in her
life was over. She sent her answer
before she slept i and life went on as
if it had not paused. On the evening
before Thanksgiving Sylvia went ear
ly to choir practice, and Miss Barbara
sat down to read the city paper, which
had just arrived. A glowing fire
snapped in the grate, half a dozen car
nations scented the air, and Ophelia,
the cat, purred lazily at intervals.
Outside a round full moon shone high
in the sky, and the frosty ground
sparkled in its radiance.
"Fire I tire t fire ("shunted a voice in
the street. Miss Barbara rushed to the
window; before she reached it the de
moniac shriek of the fire whistle, pro
longed and awful, smote npon hor
ears. Then came the sound of run
ning feet. Snatching np a shawl, she
hastily locked the door and joined in
a wild race toward the swelling mur
murs that rose tumultuously in the
air. She was soon in the midst of the '
oxcitement, but paused in the out
skirts ot the crowd. It was a barn that
was burning, and it stood out against
the smoke-blackened sky a glowing
mass of triumphant fire. There was
no longer hope of saving it, though
the hose still played upon it. The
rescued horses stamped and neighed,
the firemen shouted hoarse orders,
dogs barked snd a baby cried. Sud
denly there arose a cry ; "Look cut I
Look out I
One of the frightened animals had
sprung loose and charged wildly for
ward. Misi Barbara felt herself
snatched up nnd borne persistently
through the shrieking crowd into a
deserted street white with moonlight.
Her rescuer made no motion to release
her, and, startled nnd annoyed, she
turned her gaze full upon him ; the
next instant her breath stopped, her
face turned white. She was gazing in
to the face of the mnn she once loved
the man whose letter she had lately
answered. A flook of girls ran laugh
ing and calling into the street. "Let
me go there are people about you
must let me go," she whispered sharp
ly. His arms dropped from her waist,
but he walked close to her side. She
moved away towards the further edge
of the walk.
"Barbara"
A loose board shot suddenly down
under his feet the other end went up,
Miss Barbara went down. She tried
to rise, but fell back helplessly. Ford
ham dropped on his knees beside her.
speaking passionately.
"I am not hurt," she said, her lips
white and set, "it is only my foot I
am nfrnid I must hnve a carriage."
Many weeks elapsed before Miss Bar
bara was able to walk again. During
those weeks Fordham received hor let
ter, which had been forwarded from
Bombay. He had been too wise to
await it there. Emmett had smiled
geninlly as he changed the address
upon that letter. He had always
known that more of lord bams heart
lav in the crib of his child than in the
grave of his wife, but had not before
divined that his own communications
concerning "United Statos bonds," as
he would have phrased it, were respon
sible for his friend's sudden journey
aoross the seas. Fordham laid the let
ter unopened in Miss Barbara's lap.
He knew the answer it oontained, but
the writer had verbally admitted that
with only one foot to go upon she
found it impossible to esoape from
fate.
An All-Bound Thanksgiving Dinner.
Bronco Pete "Whar's th' turkey?"
Alkali Ike "I set him outside to
oool, an' th' oat et him."
Bronoo Pete "Whar's the cat?"
Alkali Ikr "A eayote et him."
Bronoo Pete "Whar's th' cayote?"
Alkali Ike "Th' greyhound et
him."
Bronoo Pete "Whar's th grey
hound?"
Alkali Ike "An Injun et him."
Bronco Bete "Whar's th' Injun I"
Alkali Ike "A grizzly et him.
Bronoo Pete "Whar's th" grizzly?"
Alkali ike "Out thar."
Bronoo Pete "Waal, we'll have ter
eat th' grizzly. Ike ; but I hate ter
take th' leavin's nv a Thanksgiving
turkey like that Harper s .bazur,
A November Wail.
The wild November eomes at lust
Beneath a veil of rain
The night wind blows its folds aside,
Her faoe is lull ot pain.
But wait till wild November's gone,
When glad Thanksgiving's fare
Is eaten, with its plea and eakea,
That l-aln will be elsewhere.
Anticipation,
Baby Turkey "Mamma, do we cele
brate Thanksgiving?
Mamma Turkey "Do, my dear
but if we're luoky we will celebrate
the day after. " Judge
STYLES IN DRESS.
SOME OP TIIR LATEST DECREES
UK DAME FASHION.
Descriptions of a Home Uown of
Figured Untlste and a Skirt
In Oolet Style A
Velvet Rngei
FIGURED batiste In eorne,
lavender And green, made the
pretty gown in the double
column illustration. This is
favorite mode for nil styles of fab
rics. The loose-fitting fronts and
back in Wateau design are disposed
over fitted linings that conform to the
figure and gracefully display its lines
nOME OOWN OF
and curves. The Byron collar neatly
finishes the neck, the semi-girdle in
pointed outline (which is inserted at
the under-nrm seams) confining the
fullness at the waist line in front. The
full-tonned lou o' mutton sleeves are
adjusted with a single seam and plainly
completed with facings at the wrists.
Gowns in this style are made from
outing and French flannel, merino,
cashmere, crepon, camel's hair and
ladies' cloth, with collar and bolt of
velvet, Bilk or other contrasting
materials. The girdle and fitted lin
ings can be omitted if a loose adjust
ment is preferred.
The quantity of 41-inch wide ma
terial required to make this gown for
a lady having a 82-inch bust measure
in 5 yards; for a 8!l-luoh size, 5
yards; torn 40-inch size, 5J yards;
for a 42 -inch size, oj yards.
A HANDSOME HKIBT.
Blaok satin made this handsome
skirt in pronounced godet style, in
the second large illustration, rue
widely gored front is smoothly fitted
at the top and gradually distends to
the lower edge. The side gores fit
smoothly and fall below the hips in
deop outstanding flutes, the three
godets in buckboing arranged in small
box plaits at the top. A plaoket
opening is finished in the seam at the
left side of centre back, a straight belt
HANDSOME SKIRT
completing the top of the skirt. A
stiff interlining thronghout is a mat
ter of choice, a more distinguished
air being imparted by at least a deep
faomg of some stiff fabrio between the
lining and material. The boctom is
Elainly completed. Au elastio strap
olds the godets in position at the
baok, a stay of tape or ribbon be
ing taoked underneath all around.
Crepon, Qros-de-Londres, plain and
fanoy silks, oote de Oheval, Cheviot,
serge and other silk, wool or mixed
fabrics will all develop stylishly by
the mode.
The quantity of 4-inoh wide ma
terial required to make this skirt for
a lady having a 22-innh waist measure)
is 6 yards; fora20-inoh size, 6t yards
for a 80-inch size, 8 yards.
VELVET ALti THE PACIB,
For dressy street wear, or the ear
riage, nothing is more in favor than
velvet; it combines so richly with fur,
and gives one a wonderfully cosy,
comfortable look. The story books
always describe their princesses as
walking about iu velvet gowns,
wrapped in priceless furs. The idea
must have caught the fashionable
fancy, for nil the feminine world,
says the New York I' ten, has Rone
velvet-mad. There are velvet street
frooks, velvet evening frocks,
velvet conts, velvet bolioes, velvet pio
ture hats nnd fancy velvet muffs; any
thing in which velvet may be reaso n-
FIGURED BATISTE.
ably employed. And then velvet is
one of the few things the mondaines
STYLISH COAT IN BLACK PATTERNED VELVET
know will not beoome common. At
least the Lyons silk velvets they wear
IN UODfcX STYLE.
will not, for they are far too costly
for the ordinary purse.
Not long ago every grand dame had
in her wardrobe a riohly embroidored
velvet cloak ; many ot them have them,
still, and fortunately they are onoa
more springing into favor.
Jetted velvets are being sold by the
yard, to be made into olosks, but
somehow they do not have the rich-'
ness of the "old-timers," probably be
cause many of the old ones were hand
work.
The British Empire in 1783 did not
contain 50,000,000 inhabitants; now
it baa 850,000,000 and is still growing