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THE SUNDAY OREGOMAX. PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 23, 1908. - - "O-J. - : 'WN'' Wr-jM-J I till - STORY OF BT TEMPLE BAILET. t HEW-EW-EW!" blw ths rind. and the snowflakes n.-htrld In a mad dance. "Oh. dear." Betty sobbed, "do you think we are lost. Bobble?" "I can t quite tell where w are." Bob ble quavered. "We must have missed the road. Bettyktns. for we are certainly on the beach. I can hear the waves." Oh. oh: If we don't hurry we won t be in time for our dinner." Betty sobbed, "our Thanksgiving dinner at grandmoth- "Bob put his arm about his little- sister. "Never mind. Bettykins." he comforted, "you stand right here, and I"ll see It I can t And a path " So he waded through the deep snow and poor litUe Bettv stood all alone, and the wind whi5t!"d. and the wave roared, and at last she screamed. "Oh. 'Bobbie. Bob bie: where are you? I'm afraid" And then a great figure loomed through the snow and a deep voice said: w.U- if here Isn't a little lost girl. Now I'm thankful that I came this way. And before she knew what had happened. Betty was picked up and two kind blue eyes wpp brooding over her and that was her lntroluction to Captain Thankful. "And now we'll look for Bobble, said the Captain, when Betty had told him how tLey had started from home early that morning, and with the little girl in h!i arms he bent his strong body agalnJt the wind. And presently they found Bob bin, caught knee-d-p In a drift. "Well, well." said U" Captain, as he pulled h!m out. "I am thankful you were caught In that drift, for If you had walked many step farther you would have gone Into the water." But we're lost." wailed Bobble. No. your're not." laughed the Captain, you're found. And now you are going right home with me and get warmed up.' But we can t." Betty said. "Ws are to eat Thanksgiving dinner at my grand mother's." . "Not today." said the Captain. "There a a big storm on. little folks, and I'm going to keep you safe until It's over." "But grandmother will be frightened, the children said. I ll telephone to the postofflce. the Captain promised, "and they'll let her know." . "Oh. dear." Betty sighed, "and we were going to liave such a lovely Thanksgiv ing, and all the relations were going to be there." "Well, now; you Jes' be thankful that you're alive, baby." said the Captain, "and that you two ain't like the babes In the wood, lost out there on the beach without any blrde to cover you up." But In spite of the cheery words. Betty and Bobbie looked very forlorn, as the Captain made hla way through the deep snow with Bob trudging along la his big footsteps. "Anvhow," the Captain went on. 'any how. I'm gome to Introduce you to my guests, and see If you don't like em al most as well aa your relations." Bettv took her woebegone face out or his shoulder and looked up at him. "Oh. are they children?" she asked, bright ening. . . ., "You wait and ee," he told her. "They re all going to eat Thanksgiving dinner with us, end they are all very thankful. He laughed and went on. You see. I alwavs feel aa If Thanksgiving is my special day. I waa named Thankful after my great-great-greatgrandfather, who ate his first Thanksgiving dinner with the Pilgrim fathers. And I've got to live up to the name." . "Well. I don't see much to be thank ful for." Bobbie said gloomily, "on a day 11 "Ven' now," the Captain chuckled. "I The Story of BT PAVID KER. PART II. eemT any of yon have ever been in To I ledo. gentlemen, you will no doubt I remember that the city Is built on the slope of the hill, upon the crest of which stands the Inquisition building Itself; and it was in the midst of tho open space in front of It that the stakes had been planted to which I and my four fel-low-vlctlms a Moor. aFrenchman, and two Portuguese Jems-were chained amid the yells of the crowd that had gathered to enjoy the sight i our death. "The mob might well be furious, for they had Just got word that the French had occupied Madrid, and were advancing by forced marches upon Toledo Itself. But those who brought the news had seen no French on 'the highroad, and to the north of the city lay a" pretty strong body of Spanish troops; so the Toledans felt fairly safe for the time being. "The sun was just rising and lighting up the ancient city, and all was bright and beautiful, and Joyous around us as we were dragged forth to die. The sig nal was (iwn and all the fires were kin dled at once. "I can say. honestly, gentlemen, with out meaning any boast, that I did not feel the least touch of fear as the flames blazed up around me. My only thought was what a splendid chance I had to test my new Invention, and to see If It had really made me fire-proof or not. Per haps I may have been a little light headed, as men usually are after several dsvs in the dungeons of the Inquisition. "As before, my chief sensation when the fire began to grow fierce was one of bitter cold. due. no doubt, to some peculiar effect of the preparation when in con tact with fire, though it must be re membered that. In the Arctic regions, extreme cold has Just the same effect as the application of red-hot Iron. But my eyes which, of course. I had not been able to render proof like the rest of my body smarted so from the heat and smoke that I was forced to shut them tlpht: and even then they suffered so much that, as you see, they are still a llttie weak. "All at onre there came a great crash n m the burning wood piled around me, fell down, and I felt i f or I still had my ees shut) the breeie blowing freely upon me once more. "Then the mob sent up a ternflo yell: "See? see! He will not burn! The sorcerer will not burn! Cut him down! Tear him In pieces!' But suddenly the furious shouts end ed In a shrill cry of dismay, and then began such a bustle and tumult that I opened my eyes again to see what was the matter. The fresh morning breeze had swept awde ih- smoke, and I could see p'.alnly. along the crest of a rocky r cge awsy to the northeast, a long line of blue French uniforms, topped with a edge of glittering bayonets! "Then my head grew ditty and there w as a dull roaring In my ears, and ev erything seemed to swim before me. and I Mtk fainting to the earth. " hen I came to myself again. I was lvtng In the midet of a ring of French S"l(1iers. who were looking at me in a pussled kind of wsy. and whispering to each other. In truth, they might well be amased. for. so fr as I know. I am the only man who has ever come alive out of the fires of the Inquisition. "But. before that fay over. I had been enabled to repay my perse- CAPTAIN THANKFUL like It. I like the snow and the blow, and the sound of the waves. It's the song of the sea." Betty shivered. "It makes me afraid." "Tou won't be afraid when . you get to my little house." the Captain told her. "Ifa so snug, and the dinner Is cooking this very minute." "Oh oooh. I believe I can smell It." And Betty sniffed. "Can't you. Bobble?" I'm not sure." Bobbie's tone wss doubtful. "Are you going to have turkey. Captain V "I'm going to have 'some things oh. well, you must wait." roared the Cap tain, gleefully.' "You're going to eat such a dinner!" In their Interest In the mysteries of the coming banquet the children forgot the cold, forgot their disappointment, and peered through the falling flakes for the first sight at the little house. At last Bobble cried, "la that It?" and pointed to a dim outline. "It looks like a boat." said Betty. "It was a boat," the Captain told her, "once upon a time, and when I left the sea I made It over into a house." He tapped twice at the door, and from within a queer, crackley voice chanted: Come In, come In. And tell where you've been. 'That's Polly." laughed the Captain: and before Betty oould ask. "Who's Polly?" the door opened, and there waa a little, bent, old lady, with a round, roay, smiling face, and on her shoulder was a green and yellow parrot who yelled Joy fully. "Come In, come In." "I've brought you some more guests, mother," said the Captain, to the round, rosy lady. "They were lost in the now." And Betty and Bobble stared for a mo ment at the quaint room, and then Betty burst eut. "Oh. it's fairyland, and you are the fairy godmother." "No," smiled the rosy lady, "the Cap tain la the fairy godmother. He wave, hie wand and everybody la happy." "It'a perfectly lovely," said Betty, breathlessly, ae she gsaed at the great fireplace, where a turkey was roasting on a spit, with Its richness dripping into a pan beneath, and the stuffing was farily bursting through the brown skin. And In front of the fire, watching the turkey with hungry Interest, was a great white cat and two kittens and a little rough brown dog. And over the mantel, on a wide shelf, a solemn little owl blinked sad winked and a lame gull preened Its feathers happily. "They are all my guests." said the Captain, "except the little rough dog. who has lived here always. And after a while I'll tell you how they came to me." "But first," said the rosy lady, "we must have dinner. And Betty shall help me set the table, and Bobbie shall watch the turkey, and the Captain will roast the oystens. Now fly around, every body!" And with that the rosy lady began handing dishes to Betty and telling her where to put them, and Bobble turned the spit, and the Captain set the oysters over the coals, and when they were done he opened them and dropped them Into little hot blue bowls, and the white cat licked her chops, and the klttena licked theirs, and the little rough dog sniffed longingly, and the owl blinked and the lame gull peered down with bright eyes, and Polly -pranced all over the room In her excitement. And when the table was set for four the rosy lady said: "Now put a plate on one side of the hearth for the pussies and on the other side for the little rough dog, and a cup In the middle for Polly, and two little saucers on the mantel shelf for the owl and the lame gull." What shall I put In them?" asked Bet- a Strange Fellow Passenger u See See j he will cutors In a way of which they little dreamed. "Tou will find It stated in some his tories of that Invasion, that, when the French entered Toledo they found the Inquisition building apparently deserted, but that a man showed them a secret ty who had never seen such housekeeping. , . ,4 ihA 1 it T I o Hna L . I r iuwm -' " will have turkey, and Polly will have bread and coffee and a banana for desert, and there's fish for the gull and raw meat for the owl. And now. Captain, if your oysters are ready, the turkey Is done." . , And when they had eaten their oysters the rosy lady placed the big brown tur key in front of the captain, and the pussy cats and the little rough dog and Bobby and Betty watched breathlessly while the captain cut off lovely slices of breast and drumsticks and crisp, crackly wings and ladled out the gravy and stuffing and mounds of mashed potatoes and ruby-red quantities of cranberry Jelly. And over the mantel the lame gull pounced on her bits of raw fish and the owl blinked at her raw meat, which she would eat later when no one was look ing, and Polly peeled her banana lux uriously, and the white cat and the kit tens ate until they were as round as pin cushions, and the little rough dog was so full that he carried his last bone under the sofa and tried to bury it. "And now tell us all about It. ' said Betty, when they had finished their mince pie, and the pets had curled themselves up to sleep, all except the owl, who winked and blinked on the mantel shelf. The captain laughed. "Well, he said, "every year I try to make somebody thankful, and for a long time I tried In viting people here, but I found that everybody seemed to have a family who wanted them on Thanksgiving, and mother and I had to eat alone, so I de cided that If there weren't any humans to help that there were surely some of not burn passage leading to the underground vaults, where they found the Grand In quisitlor and all his assistants, and put them all to death on the spot. It Is true, for I was that man!" So ended the professor's story. It was some time after dark when we the little things of the woods and hearth who needed shelter for the Winter, and so I started out to find them. And the first day. as I walked through the village street, I saw Polly in a dirty cage in a store window, and her feathers were all ruffled up and she looked sick and tired, and I went right In and bought her and brought her home to be a companion for my little rough dog." "And that was the first guest, said Betty. "Yes." said the captain, "and the sec ond one came to us on the night of the first snow. I heard something beating against my window and I opened It. and there was a gull half dead on the sill. It had hurt Itself against the lighthouse. So I took it In and that was my second guest." "And the third one," he went on. wasn't one. but three, for I found, the pussy and her kittens In a deserted barn, and she was so thin and hungry-looking that I adopted the whole family." "And the owl?" Bobby questioned. "Mother found the owl." and the cap tain smiled at the roBy lady, "half dead on the beach. The wind had blown him from shelter." "And we were the last guests, said Betty Joyfully. "Oh, I'm so glad you found us, captain." And she said it again, when the storm had cleared and she and Bobble had said goodby to the rosy lady and the lame gull and prancing Polly and the three Dussy cats and the blinking owl and the little rough dog, and had been carried home by the captain. Tm thankful that you found us, she said, as she put her little red mlttened hand on his arm and looked up at him earnestly. "I feel like a part of a fairy story." "So do I," said Bobbie. "Well, I'm thankful you're thankful, said Captain Thankful, smiling, "and the way to show it Is to come again." (Copyright. 1908, br the McClure News paper Syndicate.) got to the halfi-way station of Bologoe, where the down-traln and the up-traln were then wont to cross one another; and here we all took advantage of the half-hour halt to get out and have some supper. My companions left their belongings scattered broadcast about the seats, laughing at my cautionary reminder or the notice that we had seen posted up at every station on- our way. to beware of having our things stolen while we were away from the train; and. as It hap pened, we did not get back till Just as our train was on the point of going off a.!, , i t- fripnri the nro- neuo: wiiciv - - fessor?" called out one of the two young subaltern, as we steamed out of the station. "And where on earth Is my gold snuff box which was worth about BO roubles? roared the big merchant, searching fran tically about the seats. . . . "And where Is my dressing-case, which cost me more than twice as muehT shouted another young officer, excitedly. "And where is my puroe, w. . In the poclcet of my overcoat?" cried tho fourth man. In fact every one seemed to have lost something except myself, who had noth ing to lose: and the general excitement was at Its height when, all at once, the connecting slide-door opened quietly (for our train, like most. Russian expresses was built in the American fashion, with all the carriages communicating), and In the midst of us stood tall, black whiskered, keen-eyed man, with a some what military bearing. "Excuse me, gentlemen," fee said po litely; "I am an agent of the Moscow Pif,"d7tooke in, "you havs come very opportunely, for all these gentle men have just been robbed.' - And tT.n. as briefly and clearly a. I emild. I told the. whole story, to which the police agent listened with a know n nod or two, and a very significant smile. "Jurf 1 fought." .aid he. shrugging hla shoulders; "It's the very man we want-and that cough that you speak of must have been assumed to hide the rlous catch tat hi. breath, which 1. or ti thTmark, by which he may be lden- tJd Well. I am sorry to have missed hfntd'for now that he ha. .through r Angers like this we may not catch him 5& fW month, and month.. w. '"Why" wholLi. her- asked both the young officer, at once. - -I have heard." went on the Moscow man. without seeming to notice the Tuestlon. "that it Is a '""'l' on - . . A... ... avarv AnVa. Attention with some cock-and-bull Story orJ other, to a. to give mrimcii - v.. of snatching oms plunder oh the sly. but be muit be a daring fellow to go and do It here, .where he might be found out and arrested at any jno ment. However, he seem, to havebeen tolerably successful, all the same "But. who on earth I. h. thenf crlert all the four victims In chorus. "Who Is he?" echoed the police offi cer: haven't you guessed it yet? Why he Is the St. Petersburg Jewel robber. Peter Voroff himself!" The mystery of the "fireproof hand was never cleared up, but It may very possibly have been a false one, an ar ticle very much In use with gentle men of Mr. VorofTs profession. (The End.) (Copyright. 1908. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Usual Result. Chicago News. "If I ever marry." said the bachelor. "I'll rule the roost or know why." "Oh," replied the married man, rou'll know why, all right." STORY OF OH. mother! What do you suppose Ellen found In the turkey? You never could guess. It's a letter yes, a real letter. Just stuffed Inside see!" and Beth held before her mother's wondering eyes -a soiled and crumpled en velope which seemed to contain a letter. Beth had been in the kitchen all the morning watching the various operations for the Thanksgiving dinner which was "to come off" the next day. when all the 'sisters, cousins and aunts 01 me i"'" Ily were to assemble, as wa their cus tom each year. When Ellen put her hand Into the turkey to arrange him for .tuft ing, great was her astonishment at find ing a piece of paper. Drawing It quickly out, she called, "Beth, Beth, see here! See what I've found in the turkey! I de clare If he Isn't a new kind of postman, for sure a. you're born this is a letter, come from somewhere in the turkey. My! who ever heard of .uch a thing?" Beth, standing with eyes and mouth wide open,. Anally said, "Why, Ellen, do you believe It Is a letter?" "Why, of course It Is? Don't you see It's In a envelope and all sealed and ...awthtTif." "Yes, but It hasn't any stamp and how could a turkey bring It now dia it g In . I m 7" ' "Oh, laughed Ellen, "that's the ques tion! Tou'd better take It right up to your mother and get her to reaa n to Br,A narhana 1t will tell." So' Beth, all excitement, rushed upstairs and into ner momer s room, we have read. Her mother took the letter from her. "Where did you get this. Beth what do you mean by finding It In the turkey?" "Why, Ellen found it In the turkey when she was fixing him, and I don't see how it got there." Mrs. Page turned the envelope and slowly read. "To the lady who buys this i , , ,..!, tan j(h a nencil and In rather crooked letters on the outside. Then, opening the envelope, she found, surely enough, a letter within, also writ ten In pencil. In rather uncertain letters, some large, some quite small, some on the line, others above or below, but all &etb,ð1.-- See what hearing sufficient relation to one another for her finally to decipher the following: Mad River Village. N. H.. November 20, 1907. dere lady I doo want a dol for Christ mas orful and mother says that Sante --, : ; A NOVEL Claws Is so busy in the city that she he foretts the country and for me to rite to the city lady who buys our turkev and ask her It sue win pieas ask Sante Claws if he could send a dol way up here in the country to me. I will hang my stockin In the chimly and he cannot mistake the house becaus it is the onlv house that is black In the hole place. I have prayed to him lots of times to give me a aoi. oui i s"" " i-j n little eirl so I111I1U prieii, iinn.;i ...... - - far away, so will you pleas to ask him for me and oblige r.iti-T TTTjLA.GR P. 8 I hope the turkey will be good to eat. he Is our very best one and I was sorry to have him killed, hut I never bad a dol. Beth listened, very much intereeten. while her mother read this remarkable letter. At Its conclusion she dropped upon a chair in deep thought, while In her Imagination she saw a small black house, surrounded by turkeys running .iiHiv shout, while a little girl fried to catch the largest. "Mother. she aia at lensm. ...j think of a girl who never had a doll, and I have so many I don't know what to do with them all. Shall you ask Santa Claus to send her one?" "Well." said Mrs. Page, "do you think we better ask Santa Claus to send her one. or send her one ourselves? lou might send her one for a Christmas pres- n. kACArne fired with the az onus wen. .... desire to rush to a store, purchase a doll and send It off. n,. "NO, not BO IBII. 'U . -o-. "I think we had better wait till father . ,4 ma out if he knows comes nome --- . of a town In New Hampshire of thl. name and If he think, mere be a little girl there who has such an odd name. I shouldn't be surprised If he could find out all about her." When Mr. Page finally came home, he read the l&tter and heard about finding It in the turkey, and then talked It over with his wife and Beth, and it was decided that he should write to the postmaster In Mad River Village asking him If he knew of any family In the place of the name of Tillage, and If he did. whether they were a poor family, and how many children they had, and anything else he might know of th-m. The letter was written and that very evening posted by Beth her- "Then came a long time of waiting for Beth. At first she thought one day would be enough for the letter to find Its way to Mad BJver Village, but upon a solemn consultation with the cousins and aunts .who came to the Thanksgiving party. It was decided that three days at least ought to Be allowed for a letter to reach a place they none of them had ever heard of. and perhaps there waa not .uch a vil lage anvwhere after all, but Beth had made up her mind that there was somewhere, and so each morning found her watching for the postman, and each night she went to bed disappoint ed, saying: "Oh! I hope there is a truly Mad Village." But one day Beth was rewarded by receiving from the postman a yellow envelope with "Mad River Village" printed In large clear letters "right side of the .tamp." She ran as fast a. she could with It to her father, who was never given so short a time before to open a letter and adjust his glasses, but then a letter had never before been received under such circumstances. It proved to be from the postmaster at Mad River Village, and ran as follows: Mad River Village. N. H December 2. 1907. Mr. Page, of Boston I rec your let ter a Day or two since and hasten to ans. It right away, as you wish, by this morning's mail, which I must put up pretty soon so this letter must be short. Yes, sir; I do know a family In this town by the name of Tillage, and they're a good respectable family, too. They live a mile or two out of the vll i n farm hla father left him and I guess they have pretty hard times making Both enns mtei iij.ci o.m i much sale up here for fat-m things, you know, and it costs a heap to send fve found in the turte! them to Boston, but they do say of late he's raised lots of chickens and turkeys to send to Boston for Thanks giving. Last year he and his wife started In on taking Summer boarders and I guess they done first-rate. They POSTMAN are young folks, got three children, a little girl, a small boy and a baby, and I guess they'll do as well as anyone can on that farm. It's a likely place, but his father ain't been dead long and fieorge didn't have no show while the old man was alive. He buys his flour and groceries of me and I call him an honest fellow and I guess you'd like to board with them if you want to try them next Su:nmer. I don't think of anything more to say. so will close. Yours respectfully. JOSIAH SAP FORD. P. S. His name and address are George Tillage. Intervale Farm. Mad River Village, N. H. This was a highly satisfactory letter, especially to Beth, who had shouted gleefully. "I told you so." Mr. Page turned smilingly to 'his wife. "Well, my dear, he said, "this does not sound jo much like a fairy tale after all. and I really think you and Beth must play Santa Claus and send Lucy a doll." They began preparations the very next morning to secure the doll and her "fit out." as Beth called It. First. Beta's dolls were looked at to see if one of them would do to take a trip Into the iountry. hut though there were quite a number of them, none seemed to Just suit their Ideas of what Lucy's doll should be, so a visit was paid to the store, where they flnslly decided upon one with blue eyes and short golden hair real hair that curled bewltcliingly and then fitted It out with a hat and cloak, shoes, stock ings and ever so many other things that a truly beautiful doll should have. Beth herself composed the letter which accompanied tho doll and the other things that went Into the Christ ma. box with It. i Boston, December 20, 1907 Dear Lucy Tillage: Vhe turkey brought the letter safely to us and we wanted to be Santa Claus ourselves and to send the doll and the other things for a Christmas present to you and your brother and the baby. We wish you all a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. BETH PAGE. This she neatly folded, put In an envelope and addressed to Miss Lucy Tillage, Mad River Village, and placed it on top. where it might be seen the moment the box was opened. And thus it happened that little Lucy Tillage, who had never known the jdy of owning a doll, five days later Joy fully celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas on the same day. (Copyright, 1808, by Lothrop. Lee Shep ard Company.) New Story of Abraham Lincoln Hon. Adlat E. Stevenson In Women'. World. SEVERAL months before President Lin coln issued the great Proclamation of Emancipation which gave freedom to the whole race of negro slaves in America my friend Senator Henderson, of Mis souri, came to the White House one day and found Mr. Lincoln in a mood of deep est depression. Finally the great Presi dent said to his caller and friend that the moat constant and acute pressure was being brought upon him by the leader, of the radical element of his party to free the slaves. "Sumner and Stevens and Wilson sim ply haunt me," declared Mr. Lincoln, "with their lmportuntles few a proclama tion of emancipation. Wherever I go and whatever way I turn they are on my trail. And still. In my heart, I have the deep conviction that the nour has not yet come." Juat as he said this he walked to the window looking out upon Pennsylvania avenue and stood there In silence, his tall figure silhouetted against the light of the window pane, every line of it and of hi. gracious face expressive of unutter able sadness. Suddenly his lips began to twitch into a smile and his somber eyes lighted with a twinkle of something like mirth. "The only schooling I ever had, Hen derson," he remarked, "was in a log schoolhouse when reading books and grammars were unknown. All our read ing was done from the Scriptures and we stood up In a long line and read in turn from the Bible. Our lesson one day was the ' story of the faithful Israelites who were thrown into the fiery furnace and delivered by the hand of the Lord with out so much as the smell of fire upon their garments. It fell to one little fel low to read the verse In which occurred for the first time in the chapter the names of Shadrach, Meshach and. Abed-ne-go. Little Bud stumbled on Shadrach. floundered on Meshach and went all to pieces on Abed-ne-go. Instantly, the hand of the master dealt bim a cuff on the side of the head and left him wailing and blubbering as the next boy in line took up the reading. But before the girl at the end of th line had done reading he had subsided Into sniffles and finally became quiet. Hi. blunder and disgrace were forgotten by the other, of the class, until his turn wa approaching to read again. Then, like a thunder-clap out of a clear sky he set up a wall which even alarmed the master, who with rather un usual gentleness inquired: "What's the matter now?" "Pointing with a shaking finger at the verse which a few moments later would fall to htm to read Bud managed to quiver out the answer: " 'Look there, marster there comes them same damn three fellers again." Then his whole face lighted up with such a smile as only Lincoln could give, and he beckoned Senator Henderson to his side, silently pointing his long, bony fliiKtr to three men who were at that moment crossing Pennsylvania avenue to ward the door of the White House, They were 8umner, Wilson and Thaddeus Ste ven.. The Flat-Dweller's Thanksgiving. Mlna Irving In Llppencott's. I'm thanktul for the sturdy health That gives me appetite To view my piece of pumpkin pie With unconcealed delight; I'm thankful that my little flat Is cozy. trim, and neat. And thankful that the Janitor Has let us have some heat: I'm thankful that the man has moved Who lived across the hall 'He ued to play the violin From dawn till evsnfall. And often half the weary night, Till sleep my pillow fled, And I was wild to rise and break That nddle on his head. I'm thankful that my relatives All live in Iowa, New Mexico or Idaho, Too far y to come and stay, I'm thankful that the rent is paid. Election day Is pat. And that my heavy overcoat This season yet will last. I'm thankful that we haven't get To seek apartments new, . Because the city wants to put Another tunnel through. And thankful when financial skies Are lowering gray and murky, Th- recent panic left me cash Enough io buy a turkey.
