. , V .VferC --gr-. f ffi.ft ,k dL 5- ' .YfXAKp am i.ii! n haii; 01., rare and antique bird Ifo MrW o It's earlv In the mornln' that a feller muat .. t.lT '-J.r.-.v.-rJP Af..yv!-.7 f -V s (. KVX'AIAD That lately ou the venerable tree, , V fc mr Is' n" rrT3SSM$ Jlife li.ill.'l in trail of sleep, th. chill wlndi ' .' VJK TtaMvhV n,r. Ilk. Chr..tma. tlma. It JZBmjZA .... A' i,t-i. Mo w .41 . - ' si ther.'a biscuits browned an' light. .S-tW, 'r,Fr;V WtWv "Yl V1?-" -VuvVy'it Svfiafrl A tb mornta' In the kitchen mother's been "3inhi "V f KMjm fTh V??8: KJT-- mom .vf.il busy ....... o. facNTKU,-- rtf?!i.F 'C"'t 0. you bet I'm mighty thankful that I own ..JA- ?Mtr'li . ViJ !''!irr:: Two lonely, unlearn turkeyi, iol iurvlvon of the no. Are a-atruttln' round the yard with i kind i anvlimfl air." Tba tort o auililen abaenre of their frlruda la quite a kIum-k, An' they're aenwhln' fer their late lament ed iTonlea everywhere. With apreartln' tHlla mid feather' Huffed They don't ureot their fate will be the other"' (jloomy lot. They notlre how we're fuln' an' they won- A-m ... V. I ..'r. .1 1. 1 1 1 ' ihu miliar ritfiv iwn mirniiiii 0, you bet I'm mlcbty thankful that a tur key 1 am not. Tha folk they keep arrlvln' brlmniln' o'er with fun an' laughter. Bluff uni?b ahuke my hand until the bonea begin to crark. Olrl rowiln ahyly klaa me-Jea' exactly what An' wlfh'promptltnde quite llglitnlng-llka I gayly kla 'em bark. But one of them, the falreat maid of all my fair relations. ... To ateal my heart by wltchln' arta aome bow ahe doea contrive, While In her eyea I read a tale beyond my expectatlona. 0, you bet I'm mighty thankful-mighty thankful I'm alive. A COWARD'S THANKSGIVING. Ho was not a bad man at heart. But the very qualities which mored some peo ple to coll him a "jolly good follow" were Identical with those which made other people consider him a bad cltlsen, and, with the usual emphasis of people who take the downward view, a very bad citizen. When his wife died he seemed to awake with a sudden shock to the issues of life and the fact of death. lie had loved her with til that mnrrelotis depth of tender ness, that Inconsistent fervor which some times underlies the weakest natures. In the newness of his grief he foreswore hli old wavs and hnbits. lie knew him self to be wenk. IJe funded the way to strength of resistance Iny along the road of seif-exllc to strunge scenes and un familiar fncea that road well worn by the restlcHS feet of those who fly from the battle within to wage an unequal struggle with the allies without, lie loft his little son, made doubly ricnr to him by the sense of Ioho, with his wife's cousin, gave to her what money he could spare for the child's support, promised to send more at regular Intervals, and de parted westward. More than a year Inter he roused him self as if the linger of fate had touched him. Ho remembered, with an anguished regret, that he hud failed again; that for mouths he had drifted from place to place, lie himself scarcely knew where or how. He remembered thut his promised remittances for the boy hud ceased. Me saw liimsolf broken in strength, in health, in spirit. Lie felt suddenly overpowered with the consciousness of his own weuk ness, and, as a drowning man's arms reach wildly out toward nny illusion of help, bis thought went out toward his child. It seemed to him that the love of his boy could save him. The miracle of sal vation became to him possible, wherein a little child, strong in love mid Innocence and fuith, should lift th faintitu, failing manhood of the mini. A passionate yearning seized blm to fold ngiiin to his heart he little form, to foci uooul his neck the clinging iirins, to hear again the lisping words which came to his weakened memory like distant echoes in a dream. And then he remem bered the day when lii'st the child wns laid in his arms; he remembered the thrill, the wonder, the first pride of fath erhood. Then, in broken glimpses, as a fair landscape Is seen between blurs of mist, there came to him memories in swift succession, of the growth, the incidents of the child's few years. "I must go to him," whispered the mn with a gasp, ns lie lifted his lieiul from his hands. Ills face vu Unshed, tears stooil in his eyes. His resolution was carried out with feverish haste, and he turned his fuce to the Kast. His wife's relative had little excuse for him. She hnd long considered him a hopeless vagabond. So when he appeared suddenly, us from the possible, and, iu her opinion, better, dcud, she was not pre pared to receive him with especial cordial ity, ihe story was soon told. The boy had died mouths before. He slept by his molher. No one hail known where to ad dress the father, who was supposed to have forgotten he had t son. She was really not much surprise! at the apathy with which the fattier listened. It was consistent with her cstHiate of his char acter. She hud no means of knowing that his faculties were stunned. Hut she was usUitiislnd beyond measure when, lu a tnee'iiiuicnl way, he Insisted upon giving her money for the expense of caring for and burying the boy. "Is ihat quite aH'f" he kept asking, and then, abruptly but quickly, he said: "liiv)d -by, I'm going bark." He knew that his hope wns dead; he felt the certainty of fall now that nothing remained to him to lean upon. Uut he thought of other things. A sleety mist tilled the air, sparkling in the street lights like a mtiy ahower of M brilliants. The particles stung his face like eltin nrrowa. His features were tense and rigid. His eyes were hot and dry and his head ached with a dull, in sistent, maddening pain. He passed the colored globes of a drtig store and s'opped. lted, violet, and green the shafts of light pierced the dark. The people about him seemed shadows, the sound of their voices leagues away. Dimly he remembered a prescription for an opiate he bad used for headaches like that. Fumbling in his pockets he found the paper and entered the store. "Make twice the number of powders," he said to the clerk. "1 don't want to bother getting the stuff so often." The clerk hesitated. "Nonsense," said the man. "I'm per fectly lamlliar with the use of It. Give me ono of them now with a glass of water."' Then he went Into the street again with the packet of powders In his pocket, and already the mere taking of the drug had somewhat soothed him. He felt hushed; his mind seemed to clear and lift itself Into a curious, Impersonal attitude. As he walked he found himself quite willing to contemplate calmly the sodden pain at his heart, the utter hopelessness and use- lessnoss of his life. With a mocking per sistence the many resolves he had made to himself, the efforts to cliunge, the evcr succocding failure surged up before him, aud hU lip curled in contemptuous scorn of himself. Never did a man hold himself up to more merciless s-rutiny, more in tolera.it judgment. In bis abstraction he nearly fell upon a group of wretched children of the street who Btood clustered about a resluurant window. And such a window! The light of mel low globes flooded it. It was decked with holiday greens, lu the center, on a plat ter sprigged with parsley, reposed brown and crisp, a roasted pig, with the reddest of apples in its mouth. On each side a fair, i.it turkey, dressod for the oven, lay In state. Lobsters, in their scarlet coats, brown quail with heads tucked under their wings to swell out the pitiful little breasts, and divers other resources and accessories of the culinary art lent color aud sugestiveuess to the tableau. The man (topped. A tiuy fellow, about as largo as his own boy would have bceu, but ragged and dirty and shivering, as by Uod's mercy his own never would be, lift ed a newspaper up to bim and piped in a shrill little voice: "Huy a paper, mister, to help me git a Tanksgivin' dinner! "Is this Thanksgiving?"' asked the man with t. dull surprise. "Sure!" ssid the boy. "Don't y' see dat lay-out in de winder?" Tho man looked at he window. He had not noticed it before. He stared at the children. He rut his hand in his trousers pocket and felt the small roll of mil 1;t THANKSGIVING SONNET. To God give tbanksl rrom every hill and plain Thefriiltsofiiutnnin crown the dying ye-ir TIih ghost of tlowery summer hovers neur As If regret fill fur her shortened reign. The lm. vHSt of the year revolves iinalii The wine of life Is III the aliiiosphere Kor thuso to whom hcsltli holds her chnllce clear. And bcnllng comes from breath of ripened grain. Now o'er the gayly decorated hind The grnusrlns are tilled from lme to brim; The frust-sword strews the leaves ou every band In comlmt with the sunbeams' rapiers dim; And heard throughout earth's scenes of betiuty grand The grateful tollers chant their harvest hymn. bills he knew was there. He remembered approximately the amount. Brushing past the pleading child at his feet, he went abruptly Into the rostaurant. After a brief interview wita the manager he re turned to the door. "Who wnnts a Thanksgiving dinner?" he naked. Two or three voices said "Me!" explosively, but for the rest an incredu lous stare alone responded, until one boy said, slowly and reproachfully: "Ah-h, g'way! You're givin' us guff!" For answer the man opened the door, aud the children, without more ndo, clum sily shuttled past him. All save one, a girl with an accordion slung from her shoulder and the black locks of Ituly straying from under tbo red kerchief on her head. She paused with a look of in quiry. "Hoes de girl come?" asked a boy. "She's a purty good feller for a girl." "Yes, come along," said the man, with an affectation of cheerfulness. "In a time like this female suffrage goes." They were led by a grinning waiter to a private dining-room where a long table stood shrouded as with new-fallcp snow; and whi e the children were taken to wash their hands and faces, the man, whose head tnrobbed afresh as, he enme iu from the outer air, took in s glass of brandy two of the powders from the package in his pocket. "Ilring us a real old Thanksgiving din uer," he said to the waiter, "and plenty of it, without too many trills. Some soup and some turkey " He paused and looked archly at the children, who caught the spirit of bis glance and shouted: "Yes, yes!" "Yes, some turkey with cranberry sauce " The liny newsboy hugged himself and murmured": "Cramb'ry saucer' "Anil some scalloped oysters," contin ued the man, stopping after the mention of ea -h dolicacy to wa'cb the children, who shivered witll eagerness and punctu ated each pause with approving nods and murinuiiug echoes, "and some sweet po (Tegs I taloes, and plenty of bread and butter, nud ah, pickles " "Ah-h, pickles!" repeated the children. "And pin shall It be mince pie or apple pie?" ne uskf'd. This question requind pondering, and n youthful Alexander .-lit the tiordinn knot by saying: "I.o's have liofe." "Here, here," said the man to a boy who scrambled for the ..nt at his right hand. "When there's only one lady in the company the seat of honor should be long to her." The man touched her hsud reassuringly and turned to his left, where sat the littlo newsboy. I.ong and steadily he looked into the child's face. "He, too, hud blue eyeji," he murmured, with a catch of the breath as for a brief Instant his own eyelids closed and he hit his lip. At last, when each child had eaten two pieces of pic, even to the Inst crumb, the man robe to his feet, clnt-hing at his chair for supiKirt. lie brushed his ha ml across his eyes. , Strange lights danced before him, crimson and gold; the ulr was popu lous with unknown shapes, weaving In slow mazes; soft melodies sang in his ears as from infinite distances, thrilling, uncer- Si tato, r'uing and falling s with the swell of an invisible sea. "Children," his own voice sounded re mote and dissevered from his, "good night. Have you had a good dinner?" The vociferous assent recalled his stray ing fancies. He saw his guests multi plied as in a room wailed with mirrors. Being of unceremonious habit, they stood not upon the order of their going and soon were gone. As the little news boy slid down from his chair the man laid a hand on the child's tangled bead and gazed in his face with a look of yearning tenderuess. The boy looked startled and hurried away. "It was a great success." said the man trf the waiter as he laid a bill on the cash ier's tray. He uttered his words with hes itating precision. "It is the only good thing I ever did in my-life.'' and then he laughed aloud. The waiter smiled complaisantiy; the tip was large enough to cover many ecen tricities. Nearly an hour later he cautiously open ed the door and peeped In. "Did you ring, sir?" he asked diplomat ically. There was no response, and he went swiftly to the averted chair. On the table the cigars were untouched; one glass of brandy had been taken from the bottle; several sma.. white paper wrap pers lay on the cloth beside the emptied glass. In the chair, with his hands still holding the paper and his head against the high leather back, sat the man but his spirit had gone too far on a long quest to be recalled. With J';y we see thee lying on thy back, ... Thy chHHle, lush drumsticks nicking lu iii no, . Thy wings In sweet peace folded, and, alack, .... . ... . .1. u...,H..rt ikiiiimiiil PfirM. 1 HH IIICHMIW. HI IIIJT Kill, HUM. I'iim. ., --. Filling our souls with heavenly melody. The while with fork and knife Thvibirk nieiit nnd thy while meat fondly we Kufriise wlih gravy In our revelry, Ami then, Willi pleasure rife, Kacli dainty morsel neatly tuck away Cpou Thanksgiving Diiy. Thou'rt ii'ibler Hum the ranvaatmrk or goose. The lonllV Sllllllgilin or mti "t." r siiy other mlnsirel that Is loose Kr TiiKciilooni to t'npo Mary Ann. Compnied with thee the woodcock Is a mere lii'lusloii all lu all; , The upland plover ne'er enn be thy peer, llcsldu thee to the epicure und seer The prnlrle hen Is small; Tho-.i art the bird nf freedom, anyway, Upon TlianksglvlmjDuy. THANKSGIVING DAY IN EUROPE. Unkod Bcn, Olocp, and "Bounkin Mil a rAmcrlcniiie." A few years ago one of the diplomatic corps in 1'aris complimented some Amer ican visitors by giving a Thanksgiving dinner. H made some elaborate re searches regarding our national customs us applied to the day and with help of his chef offered uniong other things baked beans, well thinned with custard nud frozeu. The crowning glory of the feast was a pumpkin pie. Its crust was shing ly puff pastu fully an inch thick. The pumpkin was merely a lilmy glaze upon the paste, with a tnffy-like consistency that made It cliug to the enter's teeth. The cliff must have Impurtcd the secret to tho national 'pie, at least in part, to others Of his craft, for a little later a well-known restaurateur announced on a little placard at his establishment: "Rounkin 1'ia a la Amerlcnine." In Berlin the traveler will find, if he Is there in November., an addition to the menu of some places of refreshment. The addition is a nourishing announcement to Americans that Indian puddings, bean puddings, pumpkin tarts, and other delica cies, which the waiter will affably say are for the American "Danksgiving," but which only resemble the originals they Imitate as the mist resembles the rain. Foreign restaurants pride themselves upon catering to American customers' tnstes, but their translations are striking and worked out laboriously from the dic tionary. One Berlin hotel proudly put upon the menu, "False hair stewed Amer ican fashion." It requires some penetra tion to discover that a dish of smothered beef known to us as mock rabbit Is meant. 1 A Russian of wealth and position hav ing gathered accurate knowledge of In dian corn and the ways it should.be serv ed some years ago, invited some English and American friends to dinner and, after a little preliminary boast of the success his ganlner had made In cultivating the vegetable, presented his guests with tiny Immature cobs an inch and a half long, Boiled till tender and served like aspara gus tips with a rich cream dressing. An American present found It difficult to maintain a circumspect gravity when the hostess asked him if it was true that in America this corn was always eaten with the fingers, for in view of the dripping ears she was daintily lifting, one at a time, upon her fork, he had to assure her that she was eating it in the only proper manner. The Crowning of the Tear. This is the festival which the Pilgrim fathers inaugurated, which New England has annually celebrated for two centuries, und which the nation has adopted. and sanctioned as a day of public thanksgiv iug to God. It exalts the home aud strengthens its sacred and tender ties. It brightens the shadows which have gathered over it. It dignifies prosperity. It prompts men to reach out helpful hands to their less fortunate neighbors. It reminds us afresh from "whence every good gift comes. If It seemed good to our fathers in the midst of the hardships of this new world to give public thanks to God for blessings, how much more reason have we to follow their example? Abundance of food and clothing, happy homes, a free country at peace with ail' nations and extending its lufluen" throughout tho world, with marvelously multiplied appliances for use and pleas ure which surpass the wildest dreams of those who first were moved to set apart a day of public thanksgiving and praise, are ours. Y bat shall I render un to the Lord for all His bench ts toward me? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord. Tickletooth Pndtlin?. "Tiekletooth pudding" was the name of the Thanksgiving pudding of old colonial days. It was only a memory of the great progenitor of that name which the pil grims had left at home In old England. There were no ten pounds of solid fruit, no twenty luscious eggs, rich beef suet, nor was it dampened with choice brandy and home-brewed ale. But it was prob ably more easily digested. Erery Day.' Every day is a day of thanksgiving for Christians. They do net wait until the crops have been gathered before returning thank, for they are thankful for every day's blessing. Still it is a commendable custom for a nation to officially recognize man's dependence, and '.o ask Its people to unite in a common thanksgiving. "1 Sii