Toilers of the Columbia
By P71UL DE UIXEY
Xaraer mt ( Drt." "Ortaom Sketch."
' aaef tktf Pscltl Ceast Start
Ml ffl S
; CHAPTER XIV Continued.
. The nort holder guarded their tiape.
It waa believed that with the approach
I night the southsideis vrould steal
upon the trap in squads and attempt
their destruction. The trouble had
been too long brewing to give up after
one alight engagement. The fishermen
on both aidea felt that a principle was
invoked and tbey were there to settle
it by might. The gillnettere declared
that the trapa were gradually destroy
ing the run of fish while the trappers
claimed that the gillneta were doing
greater harm to the industry than the
traps. The men had spent their lives
fishing, the support of their families
depended upon it, and it was truly a
vital issue with them. '
The tun of fish was getting lighter
every year and whatever the fault
might be it was evident that the in
dustry would soon become a thing of
the past. It was natural that both
aides should strike hard now aa each
respectively considered that the other
was the cause of the dying industry.
The shore people had communicated
with the' men on the water several
times during the day. The women had
prepared meals and sent them out by
the boys of the village to a number of
the men. But the fishermen were bad
ly scattered and many of them went
without meals.
8ankala had made many inquiries
for Dau Lapham bnt he had not been
seen since the departure of the boats
from the north shore.
He had led the way and given direc
tions fci the men to follow. But no
one who had come ashore could give
any tidings of the young fisherman.
Bankala had prepared two meals and
sent them out by the boys but they.
were unable to find him.
When night came still there was no
tidings from the young fisherman.
The girl could endure it no longer.
She prepared enough lunch for a siege
and slipped away to the beach unob
served. She knew that if Dan had not
been killed or captured, he would be
found near hia trap at the lower end
of the bay.
The night was very dark, and a
storm was brewing, but she believed
that she could make it to his trap be
fore it grew too dangerous.
1 She tried the fishing boat but her
strength was not sufficient to launch
it. Then she drew a snail skiff to
the water's edge. It would not live in
a heavy etorm, but Sankala knew that
if she could reach Dan his strong arms
would bring her safely ashore again.
Theoar of the surf on the bar was
already distinct. An occasional white
cap leaped above the murky horizon to
the southwest. Dark, misty clouds
obscured the last star. The wind was
already moaning in the boughs of the
tall fire on the hills.
. Sankala shoved the light craft into
the water, and, guided by the interval
fiaehes from Cape Disappointment
light house, she pulled toward the foot
of the rocks where lay the fish trap
tended by Dan Lapham.
CHAPTER XV.
Rescued by the Enemy.
An accident had befallen Dan Lap
ham in the early morning engagement.
In the rush for boats before it was
still daylight he had taken the first
one he came to. He led the way to the
place where he expected to find the
Bouthsiders, and was followed by the
long array of northside fishermen in
their boats.
He was far in advance of the other
fishermen, expecting to locate the ene
my and then await the ai rival of his
colleagues and assist them in the at
tack. Before a single shot was fired and be
fore daylight began to dawn Dan came
to grief in a most unexpected manner.
The river biought with it all kinds of
driftwood from above. The fishermen
were constantly on the lookout for
this, for large logs, famous the world
over for their length and size, often
come down with a speed and force
sufficient to crush a river steamer, and
the small craft of the fishermen would
stand no more show before these than
would an egg shell.
But it was not one of these that
caused Dan trouble. It is the con
cealed from which most harm comes
in all of the experiences of life. It is
the hidden that takes man unawares
and dashes his hope to pieces or frus
trates hia plans at the nioFt unex
pected moment. We may battle with
the open enemy with hope of success,
but the one in ambush takes us at a
disadantage and destroys or is victor
ious over us before we are even prepar
ed for defense.
Dan was keeping a sharp lookout
foi the enemy. He knew the plans of
the southeiders and expected to in
tercept them before they should di
J vide up into squads. While there
was still none in sight he was fending
his frail old craft like a cutter through
the water. An old snag was slowly
' beating its way with the enrrent and
tide to the ocean. It was one of those
heavy, pitchy fir trunks whose weight
kept it deep in the water. Only a few
inches of a knot, dark 88 the water
itself, projected above the surface, and
the thing stood like a rock directly in
front of the fisherman's boat.
Unconscious of its presence he sent
the old craft against it with a terrific
sweep of the oars and the results were
as sudden aa a fla.h. The boat was al
ready running deep in the water from
the weight of the sea which it had
taken flora below, and when its rotten
hull struck the snag it was practically
torn asunder.
It went down like a rock, and the
young fisherman had either of two al
ternatives. One was to take refuge by
clinging to the cause of Lis disaster
and the other was tc swim for the is
land. But there was no time to waste un
der such conditions. As soon aa he
had recovered from the shock which
had sent him deep below the surface he
arose and swam for the snag which
danced about for a moment, after its
contact with the boat, like a top.
He clung to this for several mo
menta when he discovered that it was
taking a course ranging farther from
the island and heading directly for
Disappointment rocks. The experi
enced fisherman knew what this
meant. Raising hia head aa high as
he could above the surface of the water
he sighted the dark outline of the near
est point on Sand island aa marked' by
the accumulated driltwood, taking
Tillamook lighthouse for hia guide,
and swam in a southwesterly direction.
Dan Lapham was a good swimmer
and was strong and experienced, but
the water was cold and (he current
pulled at him like a thing of life.
Battling to keep from being drawn to
Disappointment rocks and at the same
time to gain the nearest point of the
island be soon found it telling upon
his strength.
Benumbed and exhausted he felt
that ease coming over him which ie
never experienced except under certain
conditions. He had heard men rescued
from drowning, tell of this sensation.
He knew at once what it meant. His
strokes grew weaker, and in spite of
the fact that a consciousness came over
him that he was gradually giving
away he felt a certain amount of relief
that is said to always come to the per
ishing man in his last moments a diz
zy, lulling feeling that makes death
rather welcome than appalling.
A dull" buzzing sound entered his
ears. His limbs moved as if in a
dream. The water seemed freed all at
once from its chill. The darkness
gathered more deelpy but it was as
gentle aa the shadows of sleep. The
waves rocked him as smoothly as a
babe in a cradle.
"Sankala 1" he spoke. "Sankala 1
It cannot be I I cannot leave you. I
must not surrender. Arms and leg,
you have never failed me. Ileal t, send
forth that blood you owe to Sankala
and revive this body to battle the waves
and live for the poor, unfortunate or
phan girl!"
With a spasmodic effort he arose
from his sinking attitude. He shot
forth his limbs with forced and awk
ward motion. It was then that Dan
Lapham discovered the weakness of
will power compared with the grip of
fate. He saw that youth, strength,
determination, must all yield to the in
evitable.
But the same fate that had carried
him to the border of the dark shadow
now threw a straw within his reach.
A dark solid object grated against his
side. He was caught by it and carried
along at a slow but steady rate of speed.
He reached out his band and clasped
the limb of a tree. One of the fallen
monarchs of the upper country had
been caught in the flood and was being
cariied to the ocean.
Lapham dragged himself upon its
branches and closed his benumbed
hands upon two of them that be might
not be swept away. Thus, exhuasted
and in a semi-conscious condition, he
lay upon the drift, which was pursuing
its course toward the ocean.
"Steer clear of that drift, mate,"
exclaimed a man's voice, low and
husky.
Five men were seated in a boat.
Four of them were lying upon their
oars. The fifth was steering the craft.
The men were merely nsing their oars
to keep the boat from drifting seaward
and the steersman was holding her
along side the current. While the men
held the oars in their hands long, black
guns lay across their laps.
It was the advance guard of the
southsiders. Tbey were in waiting for
the approach of the northside fisher
men. A slight redness above the hori-
zan to the east indicated that morning
was approaching. The men had been
watching for the approach of the north
sideiB for several moments. They
were the lower guards, who expected to
apprehend the fishermen of the traps
in the lower bay. A large log with
branches extending in many directions
had almost run into them. So dark
was the night that it bad approached
them very closley before they saw it.
It was this that had called for the com
mand to the steersman.
"There is a man aboard that drift!'
exclaimed one of the men. "Tie on to
the drift," raid the leader.
One of the men grubbed a branch of
the drift and the boat and log floated
along together. - .
"The man's dead," remarked one of
the fishermen as he came near the ob
ject. "Bring him aboard, anyway,"
said the leader, "and we will bury him
'on the sand spit.
Then the fishermen raised Dan Lap
ham from his place on the drift, fairly
prying his clinched hands from the
branches of the tree, and laid htm La
the boat at their feet.
Cn AFTER XVI.
Daring the Element.
"Give him drop of vhisty. He It
not dead by any rcraci."
"Raise him op light in. boys, and
tab him! He la one of old Seadog's
slaves, but he la human and we will
treat him as such."
Thus spoke the men who had rescued
Dan Lapham Ironi the floating timber,
they worked with him some time be
fore he was restored to a thorough con
sciousneea. The men knew him well
and treated him kindly, though they
now rvgatded him at a legitimate
"prisoner of war." -
Lapham was favorably known by all
of the fishermen and boatmen of the
river. His extraordinary strength gave
him prominence among the toilers of
the river, while hia courage and kind
neea gained for him their respect.
The hall-drowned fisherman received
the same care and attention aa would
one of their own number. One thared
a dry vest with him; another had aa
extra rain coat and with this garment
and that he was soon warmly clad, and
with youth and reviving strength he
was soon himself again.
But the scenes were rapidly shifting.
Dawn was breaking and the approach
of the northsidera had been discovered.
The boats began to line up for the cap
tuie of the fishermen from the north
side who were supposed to be Ignorant
of the presence of the southsiders.
Dan Lapham was placed in a peculiar
position, but one common in war. Ht
waa to sit tide by tide with the enemy
and receive the fire of hit friends. He
knew what hit companions in the boat
did not know. He knew that the north
side fishermen were armed, and that
they would come prepared to do war
onto death. He knew that he would
soon be subjected to their Are and that
they would shoot to kill.
Closer and still closer the northsld
era approached. They lined up through
the gloom of dawn like so many specks
on the river and bay. The southsidert
lay upon their oars with guns in hand.
To row down upon them and capture
them at a given signal wat the pre
vioutly arranged plan.
The keen whistle of a small launch
rang out over the water from the head
of the southside flotilla and the little
fleet moved to the north under tha
steady ttrokea of the oarsmen.
"Bing!" rang out a rifle ahot from
the north side.
"Bing! Bingl Bing!" followed a
succession of shots from the same di
rection.
The southsidert were taken complete
ly by surprise. Tbey had come to
capture, not to fight, but now that the
trouble waa on, it waa left to them to
fight or to flee. The bitter feeling to
long existing between the two stubborn
factions would not permit tha latter
alternative, and as if fror common
command, the southsiders raised their
rifles and pourwt forth a volley in the
direction of their competitors. This
was returned by a heavy volley from
the north tide, and then a desultoiy
firing began all along the line.
The fishermen were not accustomed
to the use of fire arms nor this manner
of warfare and it was better for them
that they were not. After the second
volley the members of each contending
element began to fall back and the
Doats scattered in every dircetion.
But neither tide would abandon the
struggle. It was the purpose of the
southsiders to destroy the traps, while
it waa the determination of the north-
aiders to defend them to the last.
At the very first volley from the north
a rifle bullet struck the fisherman di
rectly in front of Dan Lapham, the
very man who had aided in resuscitat
ing their captive. He waa wounded In
the side and fell into Dan's arms. Dan
begged them to pull for the island that
the wounded man might receive better
care. His request was granted, for the
fishermen now were anxious for an ex
cuse to get out of a fight that was sc
much more real than they had ex
pected. (To te continued)
Don't Grit Your Teeth. '
"No teeth to fill," the dentist said to
the man In the chair, "but you are
grinding off your teeth more than you
ought to. Do you grit your teeth in
your sleep T
And the man said he didn't stay
awake long enough to know about that,
Dut were they much ground off?
"More than tbey ought to be at your
age," said the dentist "You have
worn the enamel off from some of
them and got down to the dentine."
"What's, going to happen V asked
the victim.
"Why, If yon keep on grinding
them off," said the dentist, "the teeth
will hollow out and we'll have to put
plugs in them with gold tops to give
them new grinding surfaces."
This wasn't a very pleasant pros
pect, so later the man sought to as
certain for himself whether he did grit
his teeth unduly. And while he was
still unable to stay awake long enough
to find out. he did discover that he had
a habit at times of gritting his teeth In
his waking moments, when he sat back
from bis work to think of something,
for Instance. And he made up his
mind that he would stop that, anyway,
and he hoped that he might thus stop
grinding bis teeth in his sleep, if be
did so grind them. For, fine as they
might be, he didn't want any of those
nice little gold-capped plugs put in bis
teeth if he could help It New York
Sun.
The best mathematics that which
doubles the most Joys and divides ths
most sorrows.
The skeleton alone of an average
whale weighs twenty-tire tons.
In Idleness there is perpetual despair.
Carlyle.
THI turrt CrUIKaV , -
I tn he It fonaa tat Mci Tlaaawgtv
tuff day
tha'a boon! u save the table Ht la the
id tin way.
she tittle cap tad eaacer that Henry aW
wave had
rhet baej't hs bea brakes ateee ho was
intt a tad
The plat nt ht UelUe-tbe brtm la
A. B. Ce
t tall m It to fooRsh, bat her eyee, they
. loo "l'leeel"
lad thaa aotnthow a ether lvs go ne
atnre te say
Whea ha eeta cot tea dlahee fa ear
ThBiiftvlng day.
She rta tha llttu alia chair Pre vewed
'moat erwy yar
Id sell It to eoinebody, bat Still If a al-
wajra hrra
Tha baby nam) to nee It; tha baby that
waa Hi
It's always for bar ehlldrea aur fattaat
turkey o.
" a arnd on to tha othart; It Isn't mack
tO flT,
Dut It's a boma touch for than away off
where they lira.
Bat I tell tna It'a foollab, wtth aa both old
and trav,
re act tha children's places aa aach Thanhs
gltlng day.
t aak a blessing always) thare's lots 14 Uia
to aak.
Dut with thoa amply placee, the blaaalng
la a task.
t tall ma not te da It ra thinking all
tha whlla
Row Henry used to argue that handle waa
in etyle;
And ma eje aha remembere tha way that
' It waa broke, x
Doth of ua laugh about It, but 1 moot al
wara choke.
I tall h.r that U a foollab. to eat the thlnga
that aay
Aad think we've tot the children back
borne ThankaglTlng day.
We never eat that dinner. VTe don't get
half way through
Till ma I In eoma atury of how they aeed
to do;
Of how they need to chatter, and beg for
tbta and that
And all the time a-looklng at each place
where ther eat
And theu and then he's trying to hide a
auddan tear
And aajrluf she la thankful that one time
tbey waa here.
But at 111 I aay It'a foollah to have thlnga
fixed thla war
To set tha children's places oa each
Thanksgiving day.
W. D. Neeldt la Chicago Tribune.
Farmer Caldwell's
Thanksgiving.
by o. b. Acvrr.
It was down In "01 Vlrgny one
November morning that Toby Strange of
tha genus "hobo" crawled out from the
burrow he had made for himself In a
straw stack and looked around him. Tha
tun was riding high In a blue base, and
tha chill air made poor Toby shiver.
"A cup of hot coffee would do me
good," he muttered, as he glanced dubi
ously at a large log boms plainly dis
cernible through the bare branches of
some fruit trees In the distance.
lie moved forward awkwardly on the
toes of one worn shoe and the heel of
the other, endeavoring to keep his feet
from contact with the boar froat which
had stiffened every weed and blade of
grass In ths field.
At the rear gate ha paused aa If awe
struck by the sights and sounds that
greeted him. In the adjoining barn lot
was a great cackle among the hens,
which was almost drowned by the shrill
noise of a dozen guinea fowls ranged on
the rail fence. The tarkey gobblers strut
ted defiantly past the proud peacocks,
but their challenges were drowned In
the general clatter. The noiiy scene told
It own story of comfortable farm Ufa
to the lonely wayfarer, and he sighed
deeply as he shullled Into the yard and
drew towards him a tall, blooming chry
santhemum, and breathed its unguent
frasranee.
"Oh, tinder's end," he exclaimed nnder
his breath. "Another five minutes' con
templation of such a home-like scene
would spoil my appetite." and the soft
ened expression of his face was replaced
by i look of harsh Indifference. "rshaw!
he continued as ha hobbled to the back
door, "I'm too old and tough for any
sentlmeutal vagaries," and be tapped ou
the door.
It was opened Instantly by a very neat,
pretty girl of nineteen or twenty. As
he held the door sjar, there poured out
a pleasant steam, which bore oo its
breath a delicious odor of sausage, hot
biscuit and strong coffee.
"Lady, I'm very hungry. Will you
please give me something to eat?"
"Come in," shs said kindly, "and eat
wsr breakfast"
Giving him a seat near the stove, she
brought from the corner cupboard a dish
of fragrant sausage In brown gravy, bis
cults, and a cup of rich, creamy coffee,
and arranged all on the Idtchen table
Aa Toby ate, he looked and really was
for the time at peace with himself snd
all the world. He tried in a dreamy,
half conscious way to analyse a delight
ful odor which seemed familiar, but It
eluded blm till the young lady, opening
the stove, took therefrom a tempting cre
ation in brown and gold.
"Pumpkin pies," he breathed. "I knew
that odor belonged to the old days," but
the regretful pang ha felt waa very much
softened by tha substantial pleasure of
the present
Meantime the young lady, with an air
triumph, bora the pies Into the next
room.
"See. papal" Toby heard her exclaim,
"my three years at school did not cost
my special talent."
"So I see," replied ber father. "But
why pumpkin plea, my dear? '
"Why. papa, don t you rnow next
Thursday is Thanksgiving day?"
"Yes, Amy. But I have been thinking
that in short, that we might dispense
with the dinner this year, while you
were away at school your mother and I
economized at Thanksgiving, and thereby
saved several pounds of sugar and flour,
besides clearing a dollar on the turkey,
I see no sense in giving dinners and re
joicing when we hate nothing to be
thankful for."
"Oh, papa," Amy exclaimed In horri
fied tones, "notmng to te tn&nnrui ror.
How can you say so when we have so
m nob more than we deserve?"
"Yes, Amy, In 6 general way that Is
true. But you can't understand the hard
work and close management I'm bound to
practice to make ends meet This year
baa been ft hard one altogether. One of
my best horses died lost spring. The
front killed the fratt crop. The. pesky
dogs killed Stfvera) tfceeps and between
the drought and & btseots my corn and
oofcea erooe a txft off at least half.
And now, to oaft & clmx that cattle
Set M abont W!f m wnA tot
t&e eaee aa I had eocstel eej getting.
No, ra not teallag parUeularl thank
fnL" Not have a Thaokaatvtat dlanar.
John, now Amy It at home and ear esly
bay le eocnfaf, toeP ex claimed Mrs,
ua.dwe.2, coum&c lwto &e room as her
husband coochiJed bis remark.
"Not thankful," exclaimed Any, a sob
la ber voice, "whan wa have rood baa 1th.
a boma aad pWoty In storehouee and
ban." and Amy paeaed baatUy through
tha kKcheo and out of sight la tha yard.
r..Jut taking the laat choice bits
of his break fiat, raat a furtive glance at
the girl and noted the tretubUug llpa
and tearful eyes.
"Now, John," said Mrs, CaMwell In a
pleading tone, "jou have hurt the dear
child. And aha has been ao happy theaa
weeks paat planning fnr the dinner and
the gueta. And bealdee celebrating
Tom's return, h would be a moat appro
priate way for Amy to renew old friend
hlpa, for after an abaence of three
years the poor child la ahuoat a atrinrer
la the neighborhood."
I'm sorry to diaannolnt too and
Amy," returned the husband. "Itut I
cannot afford to entertain the public thla
year, ir you and Amy are so awfully
thankful, you can have a email family
dinner; one of the little turkeys, snd none
but home folks prevent."
me Wea of scrimping and pinching on
a Thanksgiving dinner!" retorted Mrs.
Caldwell, uow evincing unrulatakabla
signs of anger: and leaving the room, sha
slammed toe door after her.
With eijrh of mingled contentment
and regret Toby slowly rose and pre
pared to leave the auug room which
seamed a paradlaa to him. Aa ha paeaed
the dairy he ssw Amy, with a jar of
cream in her hand, and thanked her for
hia repast. Than, with a forlorn home
sickness that wouldn't be shook off, ha
almleaaly climbed the long, red hill, and
presently finding himself In a sunny, shel
tered spot, be threw himself on ths dry
leaves ror, w&at ha seldom Indulged in, a
little sober reflection.!
If I were In that farmer's nlace."
he soliloquised, "I boneatly believe I
could be as thankful aa he ought to be.
I wish I could help that kind-hearted
girl, but what can a poor tramp do?"
lie waa thinking of pursuing his Jour
ney wnen mfcea reached hit ear, and
looking op he said, sotto voce. "John
Caldwell, aa sura as I'm what I never
meant to be. Who would have thousht
of seeing him after all these yeara? Wall.
It's Uksly he wouldn't know me If he
should aae ms, but I'll not glvs him tire
chance." And Toby crouched low In the
fence corner, while the farmer and catttr
trader haggled about tha bunch of plump
calvea In the pasture field before them.
At laat the bargain being concluded,
the trader paid tha farmer fifty dollars
and departed, while Mr. Caldwell entered
the woods at Toby's back. Toby's ayes
followed him thoughtfully.
"If I had that fifty dollars," said
THANKSGIVING EYE
Toby, I'd be more than thankful. And
yet that ungrateful reprobate Is too mean
ti let bis dauKbter have a Thanksgiving
dinner. I wish it was my business to
kick him into a better way of thinking."
Toby. In bis half recumbent posture on
the leaves, felt kith to leave a retreat
so restful until his breakfast was di
gested; but ere the fanner had quite dis
appeared from sight, Toby suddenly
reaching a deudslon, arose and steailuiiy
followed him.
Mr. Caldwell's gloomy meditations took
a sudden turn, as Toby from bnbhid a
tree sprang upon blm, and before the
farmer could think of resistance or de
fense, he lay prone on his back with a
hundred and eighty pounds of tramp
tested on his stomach.
"Take H easy, man," sold Toby. "You
needn't cut np rough, It'll do no good. I
mean to hold you quiet while we have a
little talk. I tbdnk I can convince you
that you have several things to bs thank
ful for. Oh, you needn t wiggle. 1 neard
your talk to your wife and daughter, al
though you didn't see me, nor I you. I
heard it all, while I was breakfasting on
your bounty. Now, listen to me. As
young men Just starting in life our pros
pects were about the same."
"Who are you?" Interrupted Mr. Cald
well, looking keenly at his captor.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not worth a
name. But whon we left school you
went back to the farm; while I, holding
your choice In contempt, went to the city
where in my Ignorance I thought a man
bad a chance to rise in the world. For
twenty years I knocked about, sometimes
working, sometimes starving, always
hard pressed.
"I lost my last Job ten years ago, by
striking for less work and higher wages.
I couldn't get another Job even at the
same wages, so l turned tramp. I bavo
not had the energy to try any other vo
cation since. In fact, I have come to the
conclusion that I've done enough and suf
fered enough to have gained the inde
pendence I started Jit for. And now
the world has got to give ms the living
it owes me.
"But mark you, not one ambition of
my early life has been realized. And
now I must travel on In search of the
next meal, not knowing whether the peo
ple I next encounter will give ms a
crumb or not
"Compare my lot with yours i a loving
wife, a pretty daughter, a good home and
plenty to eat, all your own. And in ad
dition to all these blessings you've got
fifty dollars In your pocket at this blessed
I ''4g'1' ' aA'
A IISJO W TISXIT CATKTXa
"Jus' wait till one o' da peweoii'e tur
kera clt a taste o' dat bait aa' dls nlitsa
oil hab turkey to burn."
"tad, 1'sa got da blggee gobblah on de
place."
'aa
1'
"Now, one mo' pull an' I'll git It"
lie got H.
moment."
"Yea." growled Mr. CaMwell. "and
that loving wife and pretty daughter you
mention so feelingly know bow to spend
every cant of It"
"What other use have you for It,
man?" asked Toby, losing all patlmre
and thumping Caldwell's head rnther
hard against ths solid ground. "Such an
old mlaer deserves absolutely nothing!"
he exclaimed In dlaguat as bs dexterous
ly changed tha wallet from the farmer'
pocket to his own.
"IVm't, man!" cried Mr. Oaldwwelt,
helplessly.
Hut paying no bead to his Mile strug
gles and remonstrances, Tuby calmly
knotted a handkerchief round his hauda.
IN TURKEYDOM-
then sprang up snd away.
Mr. Caldwell Instantly gave chase, but
unfortunately he fell sprawling over tha
first log In his way. Toby bad vanished
from sight when lie regnlned his feet so
with an Imprecation mi his own Ill-luck
he seated himself and with trn-th and
nails enduarored to free bis hands. This
task accomplished, he m:ide his way
home, In anything but s mud temper. Ills
wife met him at ths door, saying:
"John, a rather disreputable looking
man came here a while ago and left
this," holding up the wallet "lis said
he found It in the woods."
"Thank goodness!" cried her husband,
eagerly seizing bis treasure. "I thought
It was gone for good and always."
Mr. Gild well Is still wondering who
among his many school follows "that
it i .1 .11 l
preacning tramp may ne. adii aitnouga
he would have suffered death rather than
admit so much to any one, yet be was
convinced that the tramp had adopted
ths only effective method for showing
him bis selfish arid miserly nature. And
being convinced of his former errors, be
at once set about a reformation. As a
first step in this new direction, he threw
the purse In his wife's lap, then told
Amy to Invite ths whole country to din
ner if she chose to do so.
And what a dinner it was! Turkey,
pigs, cakes and pies In bountiful per
fection, rendered doubly enjoyable by the
participation of dear friends, each Intent
on doing Justice to the occasion by a
hearty appreciation, and under the wlrtl
cisma and laughter ran a current of fer
vent thanksgiving, which made Amy and
ber mother the sincere and happy hos
tesses they seemed. Waverley Maga
kins.
The Meaning of the Word.
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Llttls Erastus Poppy, why dey say
FaTiksglbMn' turkey, huh?. ..
Poppy Dat's tr cause to fank da
owban ob de coop fo' leabln' de do' open.