Image provided by: University of Oregon Libraries; Eugene, OR
About Corvallis gazette. (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 22, 1901)
A BALLADE OP WHITE FINGERS. Her fingers stray along the frets, Her fingers wander o'er the strings; A little while my heart forgets Its griefs and cares and petty stings. The air is filled with rustling wings, Forgot are folly, wrong and sin? And earth seems made for happier things She plays upon her mandolin! Her fingers fly along the" frets. Her fingers dance along the strings. Courage, my sonl! Though strife besets. Stand firm, whatever fortune brings. Heir to the ages, peer of kings! High over the turmoil, dust and din. The clarion call of Honor rings She plays upon her mandolin! Her fingers dream along the frets, They linger lightly o'er the strings; What spell is woven In the nets Of meshed melody she flings! A burning tear unbidden springs; Old hopes, loves, dreams all within That dying music's whisperings She plays upon her mandolin! : dwell Prince, at the gate of Paradise I fear I scarce would enter in. If still without, with luring eyes. She played upon her mandolin! New Orleans Times-Democrat. Duke's Mission. Hi t AKRT was lying under the apple tree by the brook, Duke by his side. "You see," Harry said, running his hand ever the shaggy head, "you and I, old boy, have got to patch this thing up. But how," meditatively, "that's what I want to know. She won't let me say anything. Every time I do she gets mad or cries. - Dorothy won't speak to Jack, and couldn't if she would, for he won't come near enough to give her a chance. You and I don't have any more drives or picnics or nice long tramps In the woods. Taken altogether. things are dead slow In this old place In the country. First thing we know he'll go back to town, and then It's all off. I wish you could help me." Duke wagged his tall sympatheti cally. "Here comes Dorothy now, old boy." And Harry waved his hand to the slen der little figure In the pink muslin gown coming across the meadow. "Harry," said his sister, as she came up and sat down beside him. "I think you are the laziest boy I ever saw. You and Duke have done nothing but lie around all day lately. Why don't you go somewhere such lovely days?" "What's the use?" he answered, as he rose and lazily stretched himself. "There's no one to go -with or no one to lend a fellow his dogcart,- and one thing and another. - - - "Say, sis," he said persuasively, "why don't you and jack make up?. I'm miss ing heaps of good times." I'll t l. tit it i aaiij . uittuauj; jLruruiuy Bum, "ffcin't Tnn pvpr na lnti tr a a vnn lt-vo man. tlon Jack Thurston's name to me again ' or I'll see that you never come with me-again to Aunt Nettle's for the sum- ' mer." . - "Don't care if I don't," he answered crossly, "I'm going to write borne for them to send for me, anyway, if some thing don't turn up pretty soon. Come on, Duke," and he was off. But Duke did not move, but lay look ing at Dorothy, then rose and stood thoughtfully gazing after Harry's. re treating form. Dorothy leaned back against the tree and let her thoughts have full sway, -uarry was ngnt," she thought, "we have all missed heaps of good times the past four weeks." And It was all her fault, all her un governable temper, she thought, and now she might never see Jack again, Since their quarrel she had only seen him once. He had changed his. board ing place and was living at the other end of the town. There was a pretty girl staying there, too. The day she saw him they were driving together, laughing and talking with each other. He seemed happy enough even If she was miserable. Suppose he had fallen in love with her! At the thought she buried her face in her hands and sobbed bitterly. A cold nose was placed In her band, and looking up she saw Duke's big, brown, sympathetic eyes fixed on her. "You are sorry, boy, aren't you?" she said, "but you can't help me. I want to tell Jack I am sorry, but he won't give me a chance, for he won't come near me, and perhaps It's too late, anyway; be may not love me any more. Oh! I am so miserable!" and the sobs broke out afresh. Finally she ceased crying .and fell - asleep from sheer exhaustion, her head leaning against the tree trunk and her hands loosely clasped together. Duke stood and looked at her for a few min utes, then lay down close beside her. Suddenly he pricked up his ears, then was off to where In the distance, he could see a figure coming through the trees that bordered the meadow. With a rush he was upon him, licking his hands ; and with low barks telling him how glad he was to see him. "Duke, old fellow," -said Jack, "I haven't seen you In a long" time," and . lie stroked the shaggy head. . Then he stopped amazed, for Duke bad his teeth In his coat and was pulling him in no '. gentle manner toward the lower end of the meadow. . "What Is it, boy?" he said, as he was pulled along in spite of himself, then - stopped suddenly, as Duke loosed his .bold, and there In front of him was Dorothy fast asleep. He knelt down beside her. "Dorothy," he said softly, taking her hands In his, "wake up, dear-. It Is Jack." She -woke as she felt his kisses on her lips, and seeing his face above her, nestled back with a contented sigh In his arms. "I am sorry, Jack, and wanted to tell you so, but you " but he stopped her. "There, dear, say no more about It. We nave Dotn Deen naugaty " with a happy laugh, "but now we will be good." - , " "And you don't love that pretty girl you took driving?" : : -. "I love only one pretty girl," he an swered, "and that is Dorothy Graham." There was silence for a minute, then . sue saia: - how am yon Know I was here, Jack?" ' - "Duke told me. good fellow," turning Never dry your prints by artificial heat as it hardly ever leads to success. In taking groups do not place the Bit ters all in a row as It gives them a very formal look. If yon are starting In photography do not buy a so-called complete outfit, but purchase the articles separately from a regular dealer.' Oxalic acid has been found by repeat ed experiments to be the best as a pre servative in the hypo solution. Two ounces to a gallon of water Is a good proportion. f you hale a fixed focus camera dust the lens frequently with a soft camels hair brush and occasionally re move the front board and thoroughly dust the shutter, etc. A developing solution will keep much better If kept In small bottles that only just-contains It. A large one that al lows an air space between the solution and the top of the bottle spoils the solu tion. - A good method to bring out detail In the less exposed parts of the negative is to breathe on these parts. The heat of the breath apparently raises the ac tivity of the developer on these places. Try this little dodge and you will be astonished with the results obtained. The average amateur photographer of to-day Is a very different type of per son from his prototype of ten years ago. In the twentieth century there are very few amateurs who have not an object of some kind In photography, un less they belong to that nondescript class who take up one hobby after an other, dropping their latest, as soon as the next new fad appears upon the hori zon. This latter class is beyond re demption. Some are photographers be cause they have an artistic tempera ment, are admirers of nature, and in view of the want of the necessary skill to use the brush or pencil, embrace to pat him. but Duke was nowhere to be seen. But coming toward them at break neck speed was Harry . . -, He precipitated himself Into Jack's arms. "Say, Isn't this bully?" he said. "I was sitting on the fence by the barn, wishing I was home, when Duke came up and commenced to pull me toward the meadow. ; Then I saw your hat and I knew everything was all right, and here I am " and as a shaggy head was put-against his face, "here's Duke." - Duke stood and gazed on them all with smiling benevolence and wagged his tail. .-.' .-.... - : "Dear Duke,", said Dorothy softly, and Jack answered her with a happy smile. ' I .. - "Say, Jack," said Harry; a little later, as he started for the house with the dog. "I think I deserve a ride and Duke a collar. Course Duke did the work, but he wouldn't known about the trouble if I hadn't told him." - " - ' FOOTBALL STAR MARRIES. U: New Jersey society was greatly Inter ested In the wedding of Miss Elizabeth Sill to William Heath Bannard. Every Princeton man who has watched "Billy" Bannard, the best halfback who ever wore the Tiger stripes of old Nas sau, make his twenty-five yards around the end toward the Yale goal line will congratulate him upon winning one of MBS. ELIZABETH BANWARD. the prettiest of the younger society set of New Jersey. She. is a graduate of the' Woman's College of Baltimore and a member of (be Gamma Phi Beta, a leading wom an's college fraternity. The bride IS tall and graceful, with chestnut hair and dark eyes. Her college popularity followed her when she came home from Baltimore and made her debut two sea sons ago. : I"' FINEST LAND OUT OF DOORS.' Millions of Acres of Canadian Terri tory So Described by Travelers. L. A. Hamilton and Land Commis sioner Griffln have arrived in Winnipeg after a three weeks' -drive through 500 miles of what Mr. Hamilton says an American would call "the finest .block of land that lies out of doors." This land comprises "bout 25,000,000 acres and was covered by two men from We tasktwin through Battleford east north to the Vermilion Lakes, across into the Blackfoot Hills, then to the Saskatche wan River, from, there, south to the Trapping Lake district and east again to Saskatoon. v .. "The object of our Journey," said Mr. tnaimr ofoqraphi) photography as a means of recording choicest subjects. Here Is a tip on focusing. This is not needed for hand camera users, - al though ' they may want to nse the ground glass now and then, and It Is a good thing to remember. To get the best definition and depth of focus try the following: Focus, without a stop between the nearest and most remote points In the picture, which . usually comes between the center and right or left edge of the ground glass. Do not focus at the center, but to one side of it, and the result will be much more satisfactory. After getting the focus put iu .the diaphragm. For large heads be sure the focus Is well divided to get a uniform definition.- The small the stop the more the definition and depth, but this Is at the expense of what they call the "artistic effect." Keep this in mind. Focus with the lense wide open, and put In the diaphragm after you have the picture where you want it. It Is an excellent Idea to frequently clean your lense. . It may not look as though It needed it, but at the same time Its best capabilities may be Im paired by dust If you wear glasses you know it Is a good thing to rub them often. But do not rub your lense too hard. It may in time disturb its correction that Is very delicate. Some say bid linen Is good, others recommend a specially prepared chamois skin, and still others think the only thing really proper to use Is jeweler's tissue. A camel's hair brush is all right to re move the dust, and fine linen to polish the glass is found by manufacturers to be first-class. But be very careful not to touch the lense with - the - fingers. There Is a natural oil In the skin ta smear the glass, and It is almost Impos sible to restorelt its original clearness. I. have seen curious examiners W a camera, rub a finger around the lense to clean off what they thought might be a bit of dust Men have been killed for less offense, and the owner of a fine lense could well claim justifiable homi cide for slaughtering on the spot any one who would do such a thing. Hamilton, speaking to a Free Press re porter, "was to note the resources and progress of this district for intending settlers. Mr. Griffin had not been over this ground before and It was to him a trip of great value on this account What we saw confirms fbe view I have taken that here lies one of the richest tracts of land In the world. - We. found that settlers have pushed their way In and are located not only on. land all along the railway, but 10 miles on each side of it The soil in all parts we saw Is of the richest, and timber and water plentiful, except an eastern tract lying south of Eagle Hills, where timber is scarce. In the Battleford . district ly mg 120 miles from the railway, we found excellent fields of grain being grown, but in the majority of the farth est districts cattle raising is the chief industry. Settlers are pushing their way out from Calgary and Edmonton east as far as the Buck Lakes, 100 miles from the railway." ' Game throughout this district, Mr. Hamilton states, was very plentiful-Tin 1 art, too plentiful. "We were told that the prairie chickens were so thick," said Mr. Hamilton, "that disease among them had developed and they were dying off In thousands. This am xoia, occurs : about every seven years, when the ravages of the disease are much more destructive than that wrought by the hunters after feathered game. There Is no scarcity of fresh meats, however, and in many of the farming districts or ranching properties the owner has his own game preserves, -un mis tract or zo.oou.ooo acres there is : no reason," concluded Mr, Hamilton, according to the Winnipeg Free Press, "why 500,000,000 bushels of wheat could not be raised and this will be the case some day not far dis tant."- - '-.'-..i " The Missing Link. " In the jungles of Southeastern Asia and the Islands, near by, which have long been known to science as the cra dle of the human race, and which are still Inhabited by the. very lowest or ders of human beings, the pithecan thropus lived with the elephant tapir, rhinoceros, lion, hippopotamus,- gigan tic pangolin, hyena, and other animals, remains of which were found round about him. It has been computed that this ancestor lived somewhere; about the beginning of our last glacial epoch, some 270,000 years ago. In other words, about 17,000 generations have been bora and have died between him and ourselves.' It will assist our under standing of what this relationship real ly means to know that nearly 250 gen erations carry us back ; beyond the dawn of history, 5,000 years ago. Mc Clure's Magazine. Turned the Tables. A lecturer was once descanting on the superiority of nature over art, when an irreverent listener In the audience fired that old question at him: v;h t -- "How would you look, sir, without your wig?" - - y .-. '-i .. , "Young man," Instantly replied the lecturer, pointing his finger - at him, "you have furnished me an apt Illustra tion for my argument My baldness can be traced to the artificial habits of our modern civilization, while the wig I am wearing here he raised his voice till the "windows shook "is made of natural hair!" . j. .-. -. The audience testified its appreciation of the point by loud applause, and the speaker was not interrupted again. I .v - Nothing makes a woman quite so mad as to be told that some other woman is sorry for her husband. FRONTIER LIFE, Vaactaattoa Which Wild Bea-Ioaa Hare : - for Borne Hen. It was Bearing midnight when we en tered Phoenix, Aria. Price directed the way to a corral where be was known, and where we left the animals feasting on fresh alfalfa, while we fared forth to i his friends. It was precisely as though Price bad Invited me around to his club. He led the way to a saloon and as we entered It I saw at once Its typical character. At the left of the en trance was a bar, gorgeous with mir rors and cut glass, while down the deep recesses of the room were faro and rou lette tables and tables for poker. The groups about them were formed of cow punchers" and prospectors and 'Greasers" and Chinamen, and even Indians, all mingling and Intermingling with a freedom that suggested that in gambling there Is a touch of nature that makes the whole world kin. But more Immediately interesting to us was a group which stood beside the bar. It was made jip, as I found, of politicians, high In Territorial office, all of whom knew Price and hailed him cordially while asking after bis luck. For some time we stood talking with them; then one of their number, him self not a politician, but a business man, proposed our joining him at sup per. We accepted, I the more delight fully, because he, of all the group, had most attracted me. Tall and very hand some, he had the bearing of a gentle man, and what he told me of himself confirmed my own Impression of a richly varied past Far into the night we talked, and I could well believe him when he said that the fascination of the life which he had led on the frontier had so far grown upon him that, while he was glad to get back at times to his former home in New York, he could no longer remain contented there, hearing. as he always did after a few months at most, the call back to the wild freedom of the plains. It was under the spell of what he said, enforced by my little experience as a "burro puncher," that I went to sleep that night on a bed of alfalfa In the corral, and when I waken ed In the morning and found letters urging my return to the East I was con scious of an Indifference to the idea which was wholly new to my experi ence. Scribner's. . At the Table. . The years have sped since first I led - You to the table, dear, - - -And you sat over there alone And I sat smiling here. - ' ' A year or two flew past and you No longer sat alone; . ... A little one was in your arms, ? Your darling and my own. And then another year or so, . And some one else was there, -And Willie sat near me, you know, While Trottle claimed your care. The years have sped since first I led You to the table dear, -: And you looked queenly at the foot ' - And Welt kiiigV here. . To-day as I look down at you, On either side I see A row of hungry little ones . : All gazing up at me. We've added leaves, one after one. And yon are far away Aye, thrice as far, my dear, as on That happy, happy day. . But though we sit so far apart You there and I up here Two rows of hearts from my fond heart .Stretch down to you, my dear. Thank God for every extra leaf The table holds today. And may we never know the grief Of putting one away. Chicago Record-Herald. He Didn't Mean It. - He lost his little brother's ball, 1 And said he-"didn't mean it"; He broke his little sister's doll, ' Of course, he "didn't mean it"; He pushed his playmate from the fence. They -found a hopeless cripple there, But everyone with common sense That ever heard of that-affair -Was sure he "didn't mean -it" He broke a girl's poor, trusting heart Of course, he didn t mean It ; -He played a reckless, wretched part, . But then he "didn't mean it"; - j He looked through prison bars, one day. - Upon his mother, bent with shame She filled an early grave, but they, - Of course, knew he was not to blame- He said he "didn't mean it." . Chicago Record-Herald. Count Tolstoi's Father. . y In a recent article Count : Tolstoi draws a portrait of bis father. He was a large and handsome man, who al ways wore clothes of a fashion differ ent from that of others. He had a great contempt for the younger generation. His greatest passion was gambling. He won millions and lost them again. Mor al principles he seemed to have none. He had his sentimental v moods, and when he read aloud from a book his voice would tremble and his eyes moisten at a pathetic passage. He was fond of ordinary music romances, gyp sy melodies, operatic tunes but frank ly confessed that Beethoven put him to sleep."-. -- - . Princess Charles' Collection. ;- Princess Charles of Denmark is verj fond of collecting all sorts of quaint and beautiful curios, and her treasures of this sort are numerous. Among them is a' wonderful . belt of flexible silver. which she had studded with the splen did unset rubles and sapphires which she received as a wedding present from her grandmother. Queen Victoria. The Princess is particularly fond of Ivory. and she possesses a number of the hunt ing trophies of her father and uncles, in the shape of elephants' tusks and ti gers' claws, while Prince George In his middy days added to her collection the teeth of a shark he had helped to kill. A Novel Garden. In the center of Liverpool there Is one j large roof -gardenr . It forms the hobby of a lady who has at present in successful cultivation currants, goose berries, and a fine show of outdoor flowers, besides - exotics In a green house. The-" earn was taken up to the tiles by means of a lift and the garden is efficiently drained and free from de-spoilers.- ' ". - -- ." - If a man does one bad act and it is found out it caste a shadow over a dozen former good ones. - Another year has slipped away - Into the dim beyond. And once again ThankiglTlng day Is here, with memories fond; What dinners at my call have II What headaches in their wake! Bot, ah! I long for pumpkin pie Like mother used to make. Now .will the lordly turkey fall To grace the festal board. And In the glided banquet hall, Where sparkling wine is poured, . I may, with boon companions nigh. Thanksgiving dinner take Butlhere I'll find no pumpkin pie . Like mother used to make. What boots it that the city's beat Is waiting at my hand? That I, forsooth, may be the guest At dinners swell and grand? Alas! no epicure am I The whole thing I would shake To get one piece of pumpkin pie . Like mother used to make. Not Dives' feast could tempt me now This bleak Thanksgiving day, I'll dine alone, with thoughts of how The years have passed away Since first I watched with eager eye To see her fix and bake That matchless, peerless pumpkin pie My mother used to make. Chicago Post, j A Tramp's ThantsgiTing. -y ; . BY WELDON J. COBB . ; CjO HANKSGIVING cheer was -la the Mfair; it spoke in the crisp activity v Of the village butcher, grocer and baker, in the appetizing odors of home kitchens, in the eager faces of school children, elated and excited over "no studies for the rest of the week!" Hobo Bill, gentleman of -leisure, came down the winding country road with an eagle eye for the occasion. His rollick ing glance took in the pretty town calcu- latingly, .and settled upon its most pre tentious mansion with conviction and hope.. "Day before Thanksgiving," he solilo quized. "Most likely to have the fullest pantry in the biggest house.- Here goes!" Bill observed a path cutting across a yard. It was somewhat overgrown, but he kept on, to come not to a gate, but a solid board fence. He clambered to its top, to be halted by a sharp mandate: "Hey! get down there!" Bill, astride the fence, confronted a fine-looking but angry-eyed old gentleman. "All right," he said. "And stay down!" "Yes, sir." "What you after, anyway V "Well, sir," answered Bill, "I was aim ing for your kitchen and grub." "Don't bother mer gruffly growjed the other. "Try the house there. They raise tramps there." Bill took this auspiciously, viewing a neat cottage near at hand. '.The same blockaded path ran to its rear door. "Wonder what: kind of a raise I kin expect?" murmured Bill. "Hard-hearted old nob, that! Ah! there's the lady. She's all right! I'll tackle her.". - BUI affected his most prim demeanor, approaching a . sweet-faced, - motherly woman. .. "Lady," he said, "might I Intrude so fur as to Inquire if there was any chanct of getting a bite to eat " "Certainly; come in,. air." "Hey?" .' Bill stared. With a welcome smile the lady opened the door and - graciously waved him to a chair. BUI doRad his hat, an! hid Ms ragged shoes and gave Ida wiry hair a smoothing toss. She folded a snowy tablecloth over one end of the table. She set out a delicate china plate, a silver fork and a napkin. "Ginger!" gasped Bill, "when I tell this to the gang, they'll say I dreamed it!" And then the gentleman In Bill came to the surface. He could see, through aa open doorway, the pantry, and what It held, one piece of pie, one piece, of cake. "All she's got and she's getting it for mer breathed the spying Bill. "Mebbe her to-morrow's feast Nixy!" aspirated Bill, his heart swelling up, and he felt more of a man than ever. 'Lady," he said, as she set the food Deiore aim and be was as solemn as , an owl "the last thing my doctor says to me afore I took this here tower for me healt', was to avoid rich vittais. I'm obliged, but " There's plain bread and batter, sir, then?" suggested Mrs. Daintry, with an amused smile. - - I "I've I've got a toothache! Thankee, ma'am, but I've mistook my capacity, 1 and " I Bill bolted. The widow stood looking curiously after him till his tattered figure I disappeared beyond the fence. I "Perhaps perhaps," she murmured sadly, "my boy is like that to-day!" At 9 o'clock that night Mrs. Daintry heard a noise at the. rear of the bouse. She went to the kitchen door. A man was prying up the pantry window. It was her tramp visitor of the afternoon. "Have you come to rob?" exclaimed she. "No, ma'am, I have not!" promptly re sponded Hobo Bill. "I came to bring you a present for your kindness to me this p. m. I saw you had no tur key for Thanksgiving, ma'am, so I've brought you one." - And, sure enough. Hobo Bill swung his left hand around, holding as plump a fowl as ever graced a king s larder. Mrs. Daintry was speechless. This was more singular t'jan the man's - be havior of the afternoon. "I was trying to sneak It into yer pan try as a surprise, ma'am," suggested Bill, persuasively. "But I cannot accept It!" declared the widow; "that is, without paying for it, and I have not the money to do that" "Madam," said Bill, with dignity; "this is a gift" "But how did you, a poor man, get It 7 "Worked for it marm," lied Bill, nn blushingly; "cut two cords of wood for a farmer. Had no money; paid me In turks. Four of 'em. Gave the rest away. This is the last. There you are! . Good evening, marm." Hobo Bill flashed away like a spirit, leaving the astonished widow lost in mora consternation and bewilderment than ever. Mrs. Daintry thought a good deal over her strange gift Thanksgiving morning. She finally concluded she had better cook the turkey, hoping her erratic benefac tor would be along during the day to par take of it She tried to be cheerful and thankful but many a tear tell by the time the turkey was cooked. There came a tap at the rear door about 1 o'clock. The cook from the big house stood on the step. , "Oh, Mrs. Daintry, excuse me, ma'am," she said, "but could you loan me a little cinnamon. They've run out and " She stared at the handsomely browned fowl, done to a turn, for she knew the widow's hard-scraping experience of the last year or two. "Certainly," assented Mrs. Daintry, al ways accommodating, although she had no reason to favor the bie house, or any - "What a nice turkey you've got" pur sued the cook. - "We have none to-day." "Indeed?" observed Mrs. Daintry. In surprise. "Yes, ma'am It was stolen." , ' , "Stolen!" echoed the .widow," with a start - -And then she guessed all, as the cook went on to tell how the discovery of the THANKSGIVING DAY IN THE theft had come too late that morning to admit of securing another fowl. ' Mrs. Daintry acted a just and honest part she insisted that the cook transfer the roasted fowl to the table of the big house. Then she sat down to her humble meal, smiling, despite herself, at the quaint happenings of this queer Thanksgiving day. . ' . There came a knock at' the door about two hours later1 the front door this time. Mrs. Daintry drew back with a tremor as she answered the summons; her visitor was the iron-gray, stern-souled old own er of the great house adjoining. "Eunice," he said, extending his hand, "I want you to-come home with me." "Brother !" panted the widow. - "Yes, Eunice,, haven't we had enough of animosities for the past two years, you and ir : ' " -"Edward, I have cherished none."' "' "Then, my ridiculous temper Is to blame," said Mr. Aylmer in a rapid, shamefaced way. "When I heard the story of that turkey when I once more sat down to a meal remindful' of the old days ah, sister! - yon were always the cook of cooks'." he said, trying to pass off a really serious occasion with a smile, "I say', let it all end! I've been thinking it over. I was in the wrong? I was too harsh to you. .Your boy misbehaved, and I chided. You clung to him, and I put up that fence, and shut you out of sight and heart, and forgive' me, Eunice! Come over to the old home, and give It a rightful mistress!" "And If Wilbur should ever " "BepentantT "Reformed? I'll go back on my word and try him once more," promised the old squire, but with a wince. "'Sense both but here's where I had better come in!" spoke the voice of Hobo Bill. Both turned. - The door had been left open. There stood the cause of this strange reunion. "Who is this?" demanded the squire, brusquely. - "Well, gent" answered the tramp. "I'm the feller wot stole yer turk to give it to a more worthy cause, see? If s come out all right so I takes back me first bad opinion of you, but lemrae say something. I came down here, squire. and you. lady, as a spy on the. prom ised land." "What's he talking about?" muttered the squire. "The best pal I ever had, squire, is a pard lying sick in the hospital in the city, longing fer home and mother!" Mrs. Daintry clasped her hands, and ottered a qnick moan. "It is my son my Wilbur!" she breath ed. ' "Yes, ma'am; that's right" nodded Hobo Bill.' "Squire, the boy's not my sort He ran wild, but now he's eatia' the huskiest sort of husks! He's brave, he's true to a friend, he's got over drink ing. I came spying the land for him. Squire, what do you say?" "Brother!" "Yes, let him come back," said the squire in a broken tone. Hobo Bill asked a chance to work out the good dinner they gave him the squire set him at knocking down the fence that had been a barrier between brother and sister for two years. The next mornong Hobo Bill proudly left supplied with money to send back the prodigal son from the city. "And when he comes," murmured the fond, longing mother, "we'll keep a sec ond Thanksgiving day!" SAUCE FOR THE TURKEY. How Cranberries Are Raised and Pre pared for Market, Turkey and cranberry sauce! By force of long association and the eternal fitness of things, the two go naturally together. What is one without the other, or Thanksgiving day without both? And so to make the 2,000,000 turkeys required for the national feast more palatable 500,000 barrels of cranberries are raised on the marshes of Cape Cod .and New Jersey. To be sure not all of these are eaten on Thanksgiving day, but a fairly large proportion of them are, and it is the almost universal use of the tart little berry on Thanksgiving that has led to the present wonderful extension of the busi ness. The business of raising cranberries is a peculiar one in all its aspects. It re quires a special kind of ground, consid erable capital and a vast deal of labor, and It is a special trade, more or less Ir regular in its returns, like all of its kind. It is the chief industry of two sections of this country, where nearly all the cran berries used in America and Europe are raised, and which it has transformed from waste bog lands into rich farming communities.' The land on which cranberries will flourish Is seldom fit for anything else. In the state In which it is usually found it requires about $300 per acre to make it fit so that the transformation of a swamp into productive cranberry bog makes it a very valuable piece of prop erty. The first requirement is a peat bot tom. This is dressed by spreading over it a coating of seashore sand, into which the slips are stuck and left to grow at their own sweet will. In connection with the bog there should be an irrigating" ditch or a reservoir, from which it can be flooded at any time. It requires several years to determine the worth of a marsh for producing cranberries, and the slow ness of returns, together with the amount of capital required, has brought all tha largest marshes into the control of stock companies. - It requires hand labor" throughout to raise cranberries. The chief expense, once WOODS. the crop is - started, is in the picking, which is largely performed by - women and children, who receive from one to one and a half cents per quart for the work, and are able to earn from 75 cents to $1 i per day through the season. I , As fast as the berries are gathered by the pickers they are measured out by the "boss," and unless they are to go at once I to market are packed a,way in boxes for storage. This packing is done in what is called "chaff," the moss and leaves I picked up in the field, in boxes with siat - ted sides to allow a free circulation of the air. - In this way the berry "s wests" Wlinoui decaying, aim win Keep lux a long time. When the berries are to be ' marketed they are screened. The screen is like an old-fashioned fanning mill and serves the double purpose- of removing the chaff and sorting the berries. England takes thousands of barrels of American cranberries every year, and the West has become a great market for them on account of the scarcity of other small fruits. At present more cranber ries are sold in Chicago than in New York or any other Eastern city. Cran berries are not injured by freezing, and so it is an easy matter to ship them in cold weather. They are often sent as far as . Manitoba in ordinary open box cars. A Thanksgiving; Cinch. She (after "yes" has been said) What did you wish when you pulled the wish bone, with me? ' ' He I wished that yon would accept me. Ana youi She Oh, I wished that yon would pro pose. New York Wesla, -