THE SUNDAY OREGOMAX. PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 23, 1908.
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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.