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UKENSIBE BY MRS. MARY J. HOLMES Asihsr f "Dora Dune," "The Encllih Oi?ham." " Homesltaa' en the Hllli'ct," "Lett Rivera," " Mciulowbrook." " Icnpcst iod Snosbiae," "Cul Maude," etc C II A PT K It VIII. (Continued.) Tht're was a strange light in the doc tor's eye as he answered, half sadly : "No, Maddy. I am not what you call a ( hristian. I hive not renounced the pomps and vanities yet." "Oh, I'm so sorry," and Maddy's eyes expressed all the sorrow she professed to feel. "You ought to be, now you've got so old." The doctor colored crimson, and stop- ring his horse under the dim shadow of a maple in a little hollow, he said : I "I'm not so very old, Maddy; only Iwtnty-five only ten years older than yourself; and Agnes' husband was more than twenty years her senior." "Oh, oh ! over twenty years that's dreadful. She must be 'most glad he's dead. I would not marry a man more than five years older than I." "Not if you loved him, and he loved you very, very dearly?" the doctor asked, his voice low and tender in its tone. Wholly unsuspicious of the wild storm beating in his heart, Maddy untied her white sunbonnet, and, taking it In her lap. smoothed back her soft hair, saying, with a long brea.h: "Oh! I'm so hot," and then, as just thinking of his ques tion, replied : "I shouldn't love him I couldn't. Grandma is five years younger than grandpa, mother was five years younger than father. Mrs. Green is five years younger than Mr. Green, and, oh! so many. You are warm, too ; ain't you?" and she turned her innocent eyes full upon the doctor. "I wonder why she married that old man? It is worse than if you were to marry Jessie." "Money and position were the attrac tions, I imagine," the doctor said. "Agnes was poor, and esteemed it a great honor to be made Mrs. Remington." "Poor, was she?" Maddy rejoined. "Then maybe Mr. Guy will some day marry a poor girl. Do you think he will?" Again Lucy Atherstone trembled on the doctor's lips, but he did not speak of her it was preposterous that Maddy should have any thoughts of Guy Remington, who was quite as old as himself, besides being engaged, and with this comforting assurance, the doctor turned his horse in the direction of the cottage, for Maddy was growing tired and needed to be at home. Maddy would never forget that morn ing or the nice ride they'd had. She liad enjoyed it so much, and she thanked him many times for his kindness. He was a very nice doctor, much better than she had imagined, she thought, as she went slowly to the house and entered the neat kitchen, where her grandmother sat shelling peas for dinner, and her grand father in his leathern chair was whisper ing over his weekly paper. "Did you meet a grand lady in a car riage?" grandma asked, as Maddy sat down beside her. "Yes; and Dr. Ilolbrook said it was Mrs. Remington, from Aikenside, Mr. Guy's stepmother, and that she was more than twenty years younger than her hus band isn't it dreadful? I thought so; tut the doctor didn't seem to." and in a perfectly artless manner Maddy repeated much of the conversation which had pass ed between the doctor and herself, ap pealing to her grandma to know if she had not taken the right side of the argu ment. "Yes. child, you did," and grandma's hands lingered among the light green peas in her pan, as if she were thinking of an entirely foreign subject. "I know nothing about this Mrs. Remington, only that she stared a good doal at the house as she vent by, even looking at us through a glass, and lifting her spotted veil after she got by. She may have been as happy as a queen with her man, but as a gen eral thing these unequal matches don't work, and had better not be thought on. S'posin' you should think you was in love with somebody, and in a few years, when you got older, be sick of him. It might do him a sight of harm. That's what BjKjilt your poor greatuncle Joseph, who's been in tbe hospital at Worcester nine years." "It was '." And Maddy's face was all aglow with interest. "Tell me about it." "There is no great to tell, only he was many years younger than I. He's only forty-one now, and was thirteen years older than the girl he wanted. Joseph was smart and handsome, and a lawyer, end folks said a sight too good for the girl, whose folk were just nothing, but she had a pretty face, and hr long curls bewitched him. S!ie couldn't have been old.-r than you when he first saw her, and she was only sixteen when they got en gaged. Joseph's life was bound up in her; he worshiped the very air she breathed, and when sh mittened him, it almost tojk his life. He was too old for her, and then right on top of that we heard after a little that she had married Kome big bug, I never knew who, plenty old enough to be her father. That set tled it with Joseph ; he went Into a kind of melancholy, grew worse and worse, till we put him in the hospital, usin' his little property to pay the bill until it was all gone, and now he's on charity, you know, exceptin' what we do." Grandma had an object in telling this to Maddy, for she was not blind to the nature of the doctor's interest in her child, so she told the sad story of Uncle Joseph as a warning to Maddy. It made an impression on her, and all that after noon she was thinking of the unfortunate mao, whom she bad seen but onre, and that in his prison home, where nhe had Inn with her grandfather tbe only time she had ever ridden in the cars. He had 1ak-n her in his arms then, she remem bered, and called her bis little Sarah. That must have been the name of his treacherous betrothed. She would ask if it wre not so. and she did. "Yes. Sarah Morris, that was her name and ht-r face was handsome as a doll,' grandma replied, and wondering if she was as beautiful as Jessie, or Jessie's mother, Maddy went back to her reveries of the poor maniac, whom Sarah Morria had wronged ao cruelly. CHAPTER IX. It was very pleasant at Aikenside that afternoon, and the cool breeze blowing from the miuiature fish pond in one cor ner of the grounds, came stealing into the handsome parlors, where Agnes Rem ington, in tasteful toilet, reclined lan guidly upon the crlmson-hued sofa, bend ing her graceful head to suit the height of Jessie, who was twining some flowers among her curls, and appealing to Guy to know "if it was not pretty." In his favorite seat in the pleasant bay window, opening into the garden, Guy was sitting, apparently reading a book, though his eyes did not move very rapidly down the page, for his thoughts were on some other object. When his pretty stepmother first came to Aikenside, three months before, he had been half sorry, for he knew just how his quiet would be dis turbed, but as the weeks went by, and he became accustomed to Jessie's childish prattle and frolicsome ways, while even Agnes herself was not a bad picture for his handsome home, he began to feel how he should miss them when they were gone. Had she been more agreeable to him he would not have hesitated to offer her a home as long as she chose to re main, but, as it was, he felt that Lucy Atherstone would be much happier alone with him.- Lucy, however, was not com ing yet, and until she did come Agnes perhaps might stay. It certainly would be better for Jessie, who could have a teacher in the house, and it was upon these matters that he was reflecting-. As if divining his thoughts, Agnes said to him rather abruptly : "Guy, Ellen Laurie writes me that they are all going to Saratoga for a time, and then to Newport, and she wishes I would join them. Do you think I can afford it?" "Oh, yes, that's splendid, for I'll stay here while you are gone, and I like Aikenside so much better than Boston. Mamma can afford it, can't she, Guy?" Jessie exclaimed, dropping her flowers and springing upon her brother's knee. Smoothing her bright hir and pinching her soft cheek, Guy replied : "That means, I suppose, that I can afford it, don't It? but, puss, I was think ing just now about your staying here, where you really do improve." Then turning to'Agnea he made some inquiries as to the plans proposed by the Lauries. ascertaining that Agnes' plan was as follows: He should invite her to go with him to Saratoga, or Newport, or both, and that Jessie meantime at Aiken side, just as she wished. Guy could not find much pleasure in escorting Agnes to a fashionable watering-place, but he decided to martyr him self and go to Saratoga. But who would care for Jessie"? She must not be left wholly with the servants. A governess of some kind must be provided, and he was about speaking of this to Agnes, when the doctor was announced, and the conversation turned into another channel. Agnes Remington would not have confess ed how much she was interested in Dr. Ilolbrook. His arrival dissipated her sadness in a measure, and after greeting him with her usual expressions of welcome, she said, half playfully, half spitefully; "By the way, doctor, who was that old lady, all bent up double in shawls and things, whom you were taking out for an airing?" "That old lady, bent double and bun dled up in shawls, was young Maddy Clyde, to whom I thought a ride might do good." "Oh, yes; that patient about whom Jessie has gone mad. I am glad I have seen her." There was numistakable irony in her voice now, and turning from her to Guy, the doctor said : "The old man was telling me today of your kindness in saving the house from being sold. It was like you, Guy ; and I wish I, too, had the means to be so generous, for they are so very poor." I'll tell you, said Jessie, who had stolen to 'the doctor's side, "You might give Maddy the doctor's bill. I remember how mamma cried, and said she never could pay papa's bill when it was sent in." "Jessie!" said Agnes and Guy, simul taneously, while the doctor laughingly pujled one of her long, bright curls. "Yes, I could do ttiat. I a thought of it, but thoy might not accept it, they are proud as well as poor." Mr. Markham has no one to care for but his wife and this Madeline, has he?" Agnes asked, and the doctor replied : I did not suppose so until a tew days . T 1 J C T Since, when 1 leaim'u iiuiu n. .ur. ijrreeii that Mrs. Markhara s youngest and now only brother has been an inmate of an asylum for years ; and that though they cannot pay his entire expenses, of course they do all they can toward providing him with comforts." Agnes' cheek was very white, though her face was turned away. For a mo ment there was silence in the room, and then Guy told the doctor of what himself and Agnes were speaking when he ar rived. "I suppose it's of no use asking you to join us for a week or so." There was not," the doctor said. "His patients needed him, and he must stay at home." "Doctor, how would this Maddy Clyde do to stay here with Jessie while we are gone, partly as companion and partly as her teacher?" was Guy's next question, which brought Mrs. Agnes at once from her reverie. "Guy," she exclaimed, "are you craay? That child Jessie's governess t No, in deed ! I shall have a teacher from Bos ton one whose manners and style are unexceptionable." Guy had a will of his own, and few could provoke it Into action as effectually as Agnes, who, in thus opposing him, was working directly against herself. Paying her no attention, except to bow in token that he heard, Gay asked Jessie her opinion. -Oh, at via he avlaatltt Can afct come to-morrow? I shan't care how long you are gone if I can have Muddy here, and the doctor will come up every day, will you, doctor?" and the soft eyes look ed up pleadingly into the doctor's face. "It is not settled that Maddy conies," the doctor replied, adding as an answer to Guy's question: "If Agnes could be willing, I do not think you could do bet ter than to secure Miss Clyde's services. Two children will thus be made happy, for Maddy, as I have told you, thinks Aikenside must be" a little lower only than Paradise. I will gladly open nego tiations, if you say so." "I'll ride down and let you know to morrow," Guy said. 'Those domestic matters, where there is a difference of thinking, had better be discussed alone," and he turned good-humoredly toward Ag nes, who knew It was useless to oppose him. But oppose him she did that night, taking at first the high stand that sooner than have a country girl like Maddy Clyde associated daily with her daughter, she would give up Saratoga and stay at home. Guy was now as fully determin ed that Maddy Clyde should come to Aikenside as Agnes was that she should not. He knew, too, how to attain this end without further altercation. "Very well," was his quiet reply, "you can remain at home if you choose, of course. I had intended taking you myself wherever you wished to go ; and not only that, but I was about to ask how much was needed . for the necessary additions to your wardrobe, but if you prefer re maining here to giving up a most un founded prejudice against a girl who nev er harmed you, and whom Jessie already loves, you can do so," and Guy walked from the room, leaving Agnes first to cry, then to pout, then to think it all over, and finally to decide to go to Saratoga and Newport. Accordingly, next morning as Guy 'was in his library reading his papers, she went tripping up to him, and folding her white hands upon his shoulder, said, very prettily : "I was real cross last night, and let my foolish pride get the ascendency, but I have considered the matter, and am willing for this Miss Clyde to come, pro vided you still think it best. As I am Jessie's mother, it will be perfectly prop er for me to hire and manage her," and as Guy acquiesced in this suggestion, she sat down at the writing desk, and com menced a very pleasantly worded note, in which Miss Clyde was informed that she had been recommended as a suitable person with whom to leave Jessie during the summer and a part of the autumn, and that she, Jessie's mother, wrote to ask if for the sum of one dollar per week she were at liberty to come to Aik enside as governess, or waiting maid. "Or what?" Guy asked, as she read to him what she had written. "Maddy Clyde will not be waiting maid in this house, neither will she come for one dol lar a week, as you propose. I hire her myself. I have taken a fancy to the j girl. Commence again ; substitute com- i panion ior waning maiu, auu ouenug uer three dollars per week instead of one." As long as Guy paid the bill Agnes could not demur to the price, although remembering a time when she had taught a district school for one dollar per week and boarded around besides, she thought three dollars far too much. But Guy had commanded, and him she generally obeyed, so she wrote another note, which he approved, and sealing it up sent it down to the red cottage. It was the doctor who carried Maddy's answer to Agnes, tbe doctor who made all the succeeding arrangements, deciding that Maddy would not be wholly strong until the very day fixed upon by Agnes for her departure for Saratoga. For this Guy was sorry. It would have been an easy matter for him to have ridden down to the cottage, and seen the girl in whom he was beginning to feel so much interest that in his last letter to Lucy he had mentioned her as about to become his sister's governess ; but he did not cars to see her there. It seemed to him that the surroundings of that slanting roofed house did not belong to her, and he would rather meet her in his own more luxuri- j ous home. But the doctor's word was j law, and so, on the first day of August, i he followed Agnes and her three huge i traveling trunks to the carriage, and was driven from the house to which Maddy was coming that afternoon. (To be continued.) Filling; at Tire with Sand. A party of tourists who found them selves quite a few miles from nowhere with a tube well beyond repair and nothing to take Its place hit upon an expedient, which If not deserving to be highly recommended to others who find J themselves In a similar predicament at j least served Its purpose of avoiding a j badly rim cut shoe as well as a j bent rim. With a tube that was little more than scrap rubber and no spare at hand It was either a question of j driving on the rim or not at all. The road was rough and uneven with more or loss rock so that even a few miles : would mean the end of the rim. It wns down In Southern New Jersey, where sand and pine trees abound, and the shoe wns carefully packed full of the former material all the way round and i carefully replaced on the rim so as to permit none of It to escape. As a sub- ; stltute for compressed air It had the j disadvantage of bulk, weight and stiff ness, but It served the end desired by preventing the shoe from flattening and rim cutting and the rim Itself rrom be ing ruined. Motor World. Suspicions. "Don't you think, my dear," remark ed the American self-made millionaire to his heiress daughter, "that the young Englishman who Is coming here has rather free and easy manners for tbe nobility?" "Oh, but, pa, that's his tact. While he's over here he drops much of the native hauteur of the aristocracy." "Ye but does he Lave to drop his 'n'n too?" Baltimore American. Jnst Possible. "A little learning Is a dangerous thing," quoted the morallzer. "Yea," rejoined the demoralizer, "and too ntKh la wore ao" THANES FOB EARTH'S BOUNTIES. Through the gray dawn in the meadtwa we Heard tuo reapers slmnns: The song of men' who conquer and who Know tnelr triumph s worth ; Like the hare blades of an army the keen, swift scythes went swinging. And golden In their wake lay piled the goodly spoils or earth. And I said : "Give thanks. O heart of mine, I as conquerors may do I With sound of acclamation when the bat iiuuc is inrousn. To II lm who gave us strength and skill to lorre the stubhorn soli. For glory of the gaining and the triumphing or toil." At full noon in the orchard wa heard the maidens' lauahter Dare-armed among the laden trees they milled the branches low : Home at twilight went the wains, with us to follow after. Light of step aad gay of voice, as merry ennaren go. And I said: "Give thanks, O Tleart of mine, with very mirth for meed To Him who gaTe us knowledge of the cunning of the seed, For beauty of the growing and the Joy of Dlossomlng And granting of the harvest from the prom ise of the Spring." The praise of words for things of earth, O tender Heart of mine, But never yet gave mouth of man meet thanks for gifts divine ; Nor mirth nor acclamation but to Him who granted love The great, glad tears of gratitude and si lences thereof. Theodoala Garrison, in Harper's Weekly. Thanksgiving at Lonesome Hollow "Seems awfully forlorn to eat a Thanksgiving dinner all alone," said Mll ly soberly, looking over at the young fel low who sat mending a harness strap be side the blazing hearth. "I haven't the heart to get up a big dinner for just us two." "I don't see what else we can do. No neighbors to invite except old Pete Sprat, and he wouldn't come. We might send him something by way of being neigh borly." "And be turned away for our pains," the woman laughed. "You can't even go out on the "high ways . and hedges' and gather in strag glers like the ancient host of Bible fame. Maybe it is just as well not to have all the work of getting up a Thanksgiving dinner, for it seems to me that you look tired, Milly. What's the matter?" "Nothing, Jim ; I guess I need a little outing. I'll take a run across the Hollow and be back before supper." Milly put on her cloak and went out into the crisp autumn afternoon. The woods were bare except for a few torch like flames of red which marked the .pres ence of an occasional gum tree. The sky was clear, cold and pallid, tinged with a greenish glow where the dark forests rim med the far horizon. Not a sign of hu man habitation was visible, and not a sound broke the vast stillness save the steady tap-tap of a woodpecker. The loneliness oppressed Milly strangely. For two years she had endured it in cheerful silence, working patiently at whatever her hand found to do in the rough little shack which bad gradually assumed a cozy, homelike appearance. They had left the busy, grinding East in quest of health for her young husband, who was slowly regaining his lost strength and vigor in the bracing climate of Colorado, which alone kept Milly's heart light and hopeful, but in spite of that joyful fact she could not dispel a shiver of loneliness when she thought of the long, dreary win ter before them. t "I'm getting morbid simply for the want of a little company," she said, as she walked down the untraveled road in the face of the crisp north wind. "That will never do wou you, Milly Bennet. For Jim's sake you mustn't give way to such foolishness." Suddenly Milly's ear caught the sound of chopping which seemed to come from the Hollow beyond the divide. She turn ed and made her way easily through the leafless thicket, walking briskly over the hill and down the opposite descent until she distinctly heard voices. Further on, at the edge of a natural clearing, she came upon a party of travelers camped beside a newly kindled fire, where a lean, gaunt appearing fellow busied himself with preparationa for the evening meal. They were eight in all, a rough, unkempt lot in leathern jackets and rusty boots. Beside" the cook lay a bag of flour, a rasher of bacon and two jugs stopped with corncobs. Milly stopped abruptly when she found herself observed by the curious eyes of eight strangers, then changed her mind and crossed the icy little brook and made her way toward the fire. , A big, black-whiskered man dropped his armful of horse feed and looked at her piercingly. "Lost?" he asked brusquely. "No. I live two miles up the divide. I happened to hear you chopping, and stop ped out of curiosity." The man's insistant gaze annoyed her, but the forlorn, gaunt appearance of the little group incited a little throb of pity and made her think gratofally of her own cozy," cheerful little shack, with Jim wait ing for her beside the glowing hearth. "I suppose you are simply camping here for the night," she ventured, looking about at the meager comforts of the camp. "Well, no," answered the black-browed man who impressed her at once as being spokesman of the party. "We came down to prospect a bit. There's talk of gold in this claim, and if It's worth our while wa may set up for a week or two." 'Oh then you'll be here over Thanks giving,' won't you? I'd like to have you all take dinner with us to-morrow." The man looked at his fellows with a curious smile, half questioning, half cred ulous. "It's rather unexpected," he re marked humorously. "Oh, we're all neighbors out here, you know," Milly explained cordially. "My husband would be very glad to have you with us. We are from the East, and we're used to having company for Thanks giving." "Your husband la a prospector, too, I take It?" "Oh, no. Ha came out her,e for his health two years ago, when he was all run down with overwork. We expect to atay here ' until he't quite well." , "We didn't notice any houses as we massed alowp. Where do you lirar "Tw aaflea Wear hare, en the Buarlae road, not on the trail. Will you come over to-morrow?" "Well, being as you're so kind as to take the trouble to invite us we'll be glad to 'accept your hospitality, and thank you." "Very well. I shall expect you prompt ly at 12. There are eight of you, aren't there? I want you all, remember. Now, I'll go, for the walk is rather long. Yon cross the hill and go straight south till you reach the Sunrise wngon road, which will take you directly to our shack, going west. Good-night." Milly returned in great jpood spirits. Jhn looked dubious at first, but he was loth to damp the ardor of his good little helpmeet by voicing his doubts as to the M'isdoin of inviting eight strangers to their home. "You don't mind, do you, Jim?" Milly asked, anxipusly. "Not a bit. If It pleases you let's have them by all means." "You should have seen them! Great, gaunt, hungry looking fellows who prob ably haven't had a good dinner for a year. I do believe Providence sent me across their path expressly to give them a treat." "I hope we have enough stuff on hand," taid cautious Jim. "It will take heaps to satisfy eight hungry men, you know." "Of course we have plenty. We'll kill both turkeys and I'll make four pies in stead of one, and two boiled puddings be sides. We'll have potatoes and turnips and the canned corn I put up myself, and as much cider as they can drink. For dessert we'll have real good coffee and iced cake. Oh, we'll have enough, you may be sure. Jim, you must rig up a table big enough to seat them all." They worked till bedtime that night, peeling apples, seeding raisins and picking the turkeys. The next morning Milly rose long before dawn and set about her bak ing and brewing, while Jim put up a big deal table that stretched almost the length of the room, and by noon it was set with all the luscious viands of an eastern Thanksgiving dinner, set with homely platters and dishes, fo be sure, but not rougher in appearance than the men who finally seated themselves about the steam ing board. Jim beamed hospitably from his place at the head of the table and HIS FORTUNE. ried dutifuliy to "act as if the company lelonged there," as Milly had said. The nV hlnck-whiskered fellow whom the oth ers addressed as Blaisedale had the place nf honor because he seemed to be the lead er of the gang by natural selection, as the rest all deferred to him. lie wntclieu Miuy ith a curious intentness which nrougnt flush to her cheek and made her slight ly uncomfortable. "You're m izhtv comfortably fixed for these diggings," said he presently, look- about the wails with their nomeiy prints and ornaments. "Yes, we are rather eomioriaDie, inarms Milly's ingenuity," Jim answered, with o-lnnv nf affectionate nrlde. to "You're lucky to be able to afford snch uxuries, for all those fancy fixing are uxuries in Colorado," Blaisedale remark ed significantly. 'Yes, I count mysell one or tne lucaiesi men in the world. I owe everything to ill ven mv life. I was a poor law student when we were married, and when my health broke down she simply took all the responsibility into her own hands. It as her money that enabled me to come here. It's her bit of money that we re nv- g on now. All that she has in the nrlit Is in the little bank at Sunrise, where she goes once a month to draw the necessary sum for our provisions. But now that I ve got to wont were mnK-ng r way along without much help from the nk I tell you I "hated to use that money bad enough, but if it hadn't been for that the Lord only knows what would vp become of me." Milly blushed deeply and becomingly. "Why, it doesn't amount to, that," said she, with a snap of her brown fingers. "All the money in the world would be worthless to me if I didn't have Jim." "I've heard a saying about a 'good wife being a treasure,' " Blaisedale re marked. "Your wife proves the truth of it." The dinner was a great success. Blaise dale, who seemed to exert a mysterious influence over his fellows, grew very talk ative and entertaining. He told stories of queer places and queerer people which savored of familiarity with lawlessness and lawbreakers, but which kept Jim breathlessly interested until the eight strange guests made their adieus. When the eompnny had filed out of the little cabin door Blaisedale, who was last to go, turned at the threshold and held out his hand to Milly. "You remind me of some one I once knew," he said, simply, "and for her sake I'd like to shake hands with you. Thank you for your hospitality. You won't re gret your kindness, by the way." "Queer fellow, that one," Jim remark ed, as he watched tbe gang recede down the wintry road. "You may be sure he has a strange history behind him." That night when Jim and MM? t talking bealda their cheerful hearth, a scrap of white paper crept mysteriously under the door. Jim rose hurriedly and threw back the door, but no oue was la sight, and not a sound broke the deep stillness of the Icy night. Milly read the note over his shoulder, and this is what It said : "Some curious whim prompts me to tell you that it was our intention to break into and rifle the little eggshell bank at Sunrise before quitting these diggings, but for the sake of Milly's "bit of money" It shall go unharmed. Thanking you for a pleasant hour. BLAISEDALE." New York Times. The Gamin's Thanksgiving Dinner. The gamin sat there at the board That groaned with things to eat. Around him was a goodly hoard Of bread and rakes and meat, And as he viewed It all with grlna He said : "I wlsht dat I wui twine." He ate with growing appetite And fed upon that store, He put much food away from sight, Then looked the table o'er, And then with sundry sighs and grlna He said : "I wlsbt dat I wux twins." The viands vanished like a dream, Tbe turkey soon was gone, But then came cake and rich ice cream And he ate on and on, And atlll he wore those greedy grins And said: "I wlsht dat I wua twins On nuts and fruit he also fed, And pie and randy, too. He gloated on the sumptuous spread That loomed before his view. And fumed and sighed between his grins I "Gee wuia, I wlsht dat I wui twins." Hut by and by he had to stop, For he could hold no more, Ills knife and fork he had to drop And then began to roar, For all at once he lost his grins And groaned : "I'm glad I ain't no twins." Chicago Chronicle. , Thanksgiving Games. An Interesting contest Is for each per son at the Thanksgiving feast to tell the story of some historical personage or event connected with New England colo nial history, and require the others to name the person or place. A prize may be given for the largest number of cor rect answers. There Is no end of mate rial for such stories. The names of Mas sasoit, Roger Williams, Miles Standish, King Philip, John Winthrop, Judge Sew ell and others are at once in mind. The hostess should warn her guests that they may read up a little on colonial history, and thus be prepared to contrib ute their quota. Or, she may write a little story of the early coming of the Pilgrims, leaving blanks for the guests to supply the names. Thus: "A colony of (pilgrims) consisting of (101) persons arrived from (England) and landed (December Ul ) at a place we now call (Forefathers' Rock). They be gan the first settlement in (New Eng land), calling it (Plymouth) ; and so on. These may be mimeographed, leaving the part in parentheses blank, and tke guests be asked to fill them in. A little prize for the most correctly filled paper may be given. Whatever games are played should in clude the whole family and should be sig nificant of the day. Nuts, apples, pocorn and cider should be served in the evening. And Thou, Itrntnni Mother Gobbler What are you swear ing for, Brutus? Brutus Well, I Just heard a man say he wanted a good turkey, and I want him to understand that I'm as tough as they make 'em. Thanksgiving Time. Colonel Kaintuck Rastua, you old rascal, how did you eome by that tur key? Uncle Rastus Dat am Jes' de trubblet couldn't git by dat turkey nohow. Gunnel.