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t ' t. The Contrabandist: :OR: One Life's Secret! CHAPTER XIII. It was evening. In the lofty and richly furnished library of th marquis, th ail rtr lamps burned with soft, subdued flow, blending their moonlight rdince with the deeper and warmer ting rait by a blailng wood fire upon the broad hearth ver the magnificent apartment, with its dark, massive, antiqu furniture, ita broad, high walla, lined with coatly and substantial volumes, thtTrimaon draper lea of its deep wlndowa, and the polished aken floor that ahone and reflected back the mellow wanrfth In rippling line of light Beside a table of curiously carren oak, which ia atrewn with rare and ancient volumes and the writing implements of the marquis, and which occupies the cen ter of the floor, aits Rose. She is lean ing forward upon this table, her face bid den in her folded arms thosa fair, sculp tured arms whose snowy whiteness gleams rarely through the Tell of falling tresses. Her graceful form ia attired in a robe of shining fabric, its pearl-hued folds sweeping the floor about her and shining, glittering softly in the mellow light shed all around her. She does not more; she is silent motionless; she hard ly seems to breathe even. So quiet is she, as she reclines thus, with her face concealed, that you might think her sleep ing. But Rose Is not sleeping. Her errand hither ia of too painful a nature for that. Alone, In this swelling silence, she waits; and listening for an approaching foot step, the hour passes in deep and sorrow- fnl reverie. For Rose has a duty, too long deferred, to perform to-night, and ita consequences may be only too bitter bitter to her, inasmuch as they affect ethers. She does not fear the perfonn anc of this duty because she shrinks from fulfilling her trust from keeping her plighted word; but she pictures to herself the disappointment she may be about to Inflict on others. A distant door uncloses, but so softly In its casing of cloth that no sound fol lows. It is a gentleman who enters; he pauses a moment; hia glance takes in the beauty and'subdued splendor of the scene before him; but it is accustomed to that. It rests upon the center of the whole upon the bowed figure of the young girl yonder by the table. A shadow, a blend ing at once of 'sorrow and perplexity, resta upon his fine brow. Then closing the door, he advances, and stands beside the table. "Rose!" he calls, gently. The young girl raised her head. "Is it you, Louis?" she asked, with an air of aadness. "I thought yon were away." "I have remained at home, Rose. I could not go. I wished to see you." "You wished to see me, Louis? We are In each other's presence every day. To-night " "Ay, to-night, Rose! To-night, you would say, yon have an interview with my uncle, and cannot listen to me. I knew of this Interview; my uncle told me; and, forgive me, dear Rose, but I would prevent It!" He spoke in a subdued, but agitated voice. He seated himself beside her, and leaned, also, forward on the table, with his hands clasing1 hers, as he ut tered these Imploring words. "You would prevent it, Louis! why? Would you bid me neglect the fulfilment of a duty already too long delayed?" "Ah, Rose, you are about to seal your fatel Think once more, I beseech you; there Is time. Break this ideal bondage; ke silent, and forget the tows that are bo longer binding. Do not bring this great aorrow to my uncle, who lovea you ao; do not break up this happy house hold, which can be no more happy when you have sacrificed yourself when you have left the hearth that is only bright with your presence, to hide yourself in obscurity!" The tears were filling her sweet eyes; a great cry wss struggling for utterance m her breast; but she silenced it with a half-despairing effort. She raised her glance to his. "You are aware, then, Louis, of the object of this interview?" "Ah, too well too well" be answered; "for I knew that it must come, sooner or later, since you adhere to the decision you once made. But again I ask you do not reveal this secret to my uncle." "It is not alone my promise to Robin which I regard, Louis." "You would say that you love him still, then?" The tears fell from her eyes; a blush stole to her fair cheek; her head was turned aside. "Ah, no no! do not say it, Rose!" he eried, aorrowfully. "Louis Louis, this It not kind It is not like you.!" said the young girl, turn ing to him again. "You know I cannot break my promise. Do not add to the aorrow I already feel. I must see your uncle; I must acknowledge my betrothal to Robin." "And render him unhappy, cut Helen Montauban to the very heart, leave me wretched miserable! Rose, listen to me " "Louis, be silent, I entreat!" she ut tered, withdrawing her hand from his, while the crimson glow of consciousness and timidity suffused her countenance; "have pity on me!" "Rose, one instant. Let me speak for th last time. I love you; I would ask you to be my wife! Nay do not atart and turn away from me. Hear me to the end. How can I bear to see you you, Rose, who should move among the high est and the noblest of France, envied and admired by all who should have at command the thousand luxuries for which you were- born who ahould oc cupy, finally, a position and enjuy ad vantages suited to your beauty, your grace, jour refinement, your intellect how can I bear to see you the wife of a peasant? Ah, be merciful to me! be just to yourself; awake from this fatal trance; for you are dreaming, Hose. He spoke with strange energy. His tones thrilled through her; his glance outfit hers, waiting for an answer, with an esrnestuess ao anxiety that con fused her. A feeling of fnintness stole over her; she put her hand to her brow; all was strange bewilderment about her. . Still his eyes were fixed upon her; still he watched eagerly. But over his lips stole the palor of death; bis fine brow ' grew cold and white as marble itself, and on it stood the very dew of agony. "Yon rield. then?" he said, in a Toice choked with emotion. "Yield !" She rose slowly from her scat; she unclasped his fingers from hers with despairing strength. "Ah. do! You mistake! I love him; I will be true to him." Louis stood with one hand supporting himself bv the table, the oiher pressed Jurd sgaiuat his side, and bis face avert- A TRUE STORY OF THE SOUTH OF FRANCE ed, so that she did not see its expressltfl. He did not speak; but the band resting upon the tuble was withdrawn in a mo ment and it trembled. "Louis, I have hurt wounded yi o; I haTe been too harsh! Will you not for gWe me'!" Rose said, gently, and in a tone that quivered with agitatiMi. 8he drew near to him, and laid her hand im ploringly upon his arm. "You can but see that my promise must be kept, and it pained me Vat you should urge me to break it. Ah, It is sacred, Louis! help me to keep it so." There was no reply. But he turned towards her; he held out his arms; he gathered her to his breast and held her there, while his lips were pressed calmly, silently, tenderly to hers. Then releasing her, he went out from her presence. The door closed behind him. A step is heard without that of the marquis. "Well, my Rose, you are waiting for me," he said, cheerily, as he approached her; "and have been waiting soma time. I am afraid, too. Wbat shall I say for myself, eh?" and he aeated himself be side her. "But, what ails you,-my child?" he' added, with evident concern; "you are llll" , "No no! I am not ill, sir; but I am un happy," returned RoseJiftlng her beau tiful eyes, swimming with tears, to his earnest face. "Unhappy? you are young for that, Rose. Some girlish whim it ia, I'll war rant me nothing more, and you are mak ing yourself extremely miserable about it." And he stroked her bright hair gent ly, as he spoke these words In an enliv ening tone. "It is no whim, sir," answered Rose, sadly. "I have been doing wrong all this time " She could proceed no further for her tears. "Doinir wrong, noor little mouse? and to make a confession?" smiled the good old inun. kindly. "Why, Rose. I think then, that I must grant absolution before hand, and refuse to listen to your story I won't hear any tales against my little girl. "Ah, monsieur, you treat it lightly! You do not know how how- "I don't know, I suppose you would say, how serious an affair it ia ia that it, little Rose, eh?" "Yes, monsieur," answered tha young girl- , "Exactly. Well, then, suppose I try to guess?" "You could not guess! Monsieur, you must read this." And she drew from her pocket a letter, which she was about to give him; but he put it away, smilingly. with bis hand, "You will not allow me to guess, Rose? then I will not look at your letter. I am harder than stone, ray bird. And now, Rose, don't interrupt me, for, aa I told you, I mean to guess; and I'll wager a i a wedding dress shall it be, petite ! His good-natured, cdtnlcal manner and lively tone, together with a certain sig nificance which he threw into his last words caused her first to smile, and then to blush, despite her sorrow and agita tion. He waited an instant, and then went on: "What silence? then you consent, Rose? well, a wedding dress it shall be, then. As I said, I will wager a wedding dress, lace, jewels and all. "I shall want neither lace nor jewela, monsieur," said Rose, half sadly. "Do not interrupt me, my child Against let me see against a pair of diamond buckles. You see I mean to make you pay well, Rose that I shall guess rightly. "I do not understand you, monsieur, said the yonng girl, wondering, perplexed and diverted at his manner. You don't? what a pity!" There was mischief in his eyes, that brought tha smile to hers. ""What a pity!" he repeat ed. "Well, at all events, I will com mence, and probably, by the time I shall have finished, yon will comprehend my meaning more fully. In the first place. then, there is a certain young girl you see I mention no names. Rose a certain young girl, I say, who has a lover. You are listening, I presume, my child?" 'I am listening, monsieur. ' 'Cood! This young girl, then, la be trothed. Very well; that is not at all to be wondered at, as young girls very fre quently find-4hemselves in this position. She is betrothed to a poor young man a workman; we will say he is a gardener. Well, these two the girl and her lover cannot marry yet, because they are by no means in suitable circumstances; for she is quite as poor as he. Ah, they must be content to wait! He paused, and regarded her with curious smile. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with fresh-streaming teara. Ah, monsieur: you are telling me my The good marquis kissed her. "I am telling you about two people w hom I once knew, my child. I will pro ceed. Our young gardener, we will ssv, goes away; and the girl, who meets with some slight change of circumstances dur ing his absence, continues to remember him. But for some reason, which is, doubtless, in this case, an extremely nat ural one, she neglects to inform a certain friend, or friends, of hers, that aha has promised to marry this young man. For this neglect she presently begins to re proach herself. Now, listen again. Rose;' and he grew quite serious; "if this young girl if you. Rose, had been really about to bestow your hand upon a poor, low born peasant, who had no desirea, no as- piratious, above his condition; if you had become the bride of such a one, and for snken us and our love and care for you. after we have all been so happy her to gether, and cast away from you ail tha belongs to you in ybur present position had suffered that finer mind, those quick sensibilities, that loftier, that more ele vated and refined nature, to mat wiih the coarse, gross, blunt composition of a mere tiller of the soil, a rude, uncultivat ed peasant, then, my child, I confess that it would hare been a bitter, bitter thing to me. It would have been the hardest blow this heart has borne for many long year. Row!" And his vole grew husky, and faltered, and the teara, de spite his manhood, gathered in hia eyes. "I have lea rued to love yon, my darling, be said, "with a father'a affection. I had a little child once. Rose, and I lost her. You seem to bring to my mind what ah would hare been; yon grow more like that ideal daily hourly! You have taken her place in my heart; you are dear to me. Rose, as she would have been He clasped her tenderly to him: and the young girl, most deeply touched by his words and manner, wept ailrntly up on his breast "But, my child." he continued, when h had become calmer "it waa n elow wiotn yon promised to wed. You Lav been always sensible of that" J "Oh. yea, monsieur." ate respoaJed, raising her head and speaking earnestly seriously. "Robin was different iroin those about him. He was better morn noble than they. He was " She broke off in the midst of her words, blushing and confused at her own animation. "Nay, my child, you need have no shame," said the marquis, kindly; "this young man was, indeed, .something more than those whom one is aceiisioniea 10 meet in that class to which he was allied. I confess that your preference for him is no mystery to me, and I do not at all disapprove of it." "Ah. how good jou are, monsieur! uttered the young girl, gratefully, she pressed his hand to her lips. "It is no merit to me, Rose, tnai my own honest convictions force me to ac knowledge his superiority, and the good sense you have displayed in your choice. And now," he added, while the old laughing glance shone in his eyes, "I dart say you are dying with curiosity to know how I came into possession of all this knowledge." "Indeed, sir, it is a matter of curiosity to me," she answered, frankly. What then, will you say, if I assnra you that Robin himself told to me the greater part of it all, and that I divined ouly a very little bit eh, Rose?" he ask ed. Robin, sir? ah, then you have seen him!" said Rose, with hardly suppressed j o.v. "I have seen him, my child. "And lately?" . "Quite lately." he returned, pleased and amused at her Innocent betrayal of de light. "May I ask when it was, monsieur?" "It was yesterday; nay I have seen him as lately as to-day." To-day? ah, then, he la very near! she said, in a subdued yet joyful tone, and with her eyes bent to the floor, as in meditation. Suddenly raising them, she asked: "Where was it, monsieur? Too many questions. Rose," laughed the marquis "too many questions. I must keep his whereabouts a matter of secrecy for a short time. ' "Ah. monsieur!" said Rose, gently, ana with a pretty air of deprecation. "Indeed, my dear child, it will do you no harm. Wait till to-morrow, only to morrow, and I will tell yon where he is; nav. more Ton shall see him. Y'ou will grant me until then?" "W 1 ne v." '.'Now you .can easily tell how I guessed at the object of your errand thither to night." "Since Robin told you all about this, she said, with a slight and charming blush, "yon must have had little difficulty In divining mv nurnose. when, at your questioning this morning, I acknowledged that it was to say to you sometning im mediately connected with myself that I desired to meet you here." "Exactly, Rose," said the marquis, gaily. "Well, my darling, we have maua our confessions have we not? and they were not such terrible confessions, after all. Robin, I honestly declare to yon, l like, and am proud of. I have invited him here to-morrow. But, Rose," and he took her hand in his, "you must not ex nect to behold the linen blouse and ser viceable garments in which you were nrobably wont to see him, Robin is no longer a gardener, and, therefore, you must anticipate quite an alteration in his personal appearance. , "How? no longer a gardener, mon sieur?" iterated Rose, in some surprise. No longer, my child; he wss offered an emuloyment of nn entirely different character, which he immediately accept ed; it was much more congenial to his tal ents and capabilities, as well as to bis tastes and desires. He is fast rising in the world, Rose;" and the good marquis smiled. "Ah, he will be a great man. some day! You would scarcely recognise him now, I'll warrant. Why, child, this rustic lover of yours is ns great a gen tleman as there is in France this day. The throne itself smiles upon him!" He aaid so." said Koso, musingly "he said so did he not? that he should rjse to honor and preferments and wealth? Yet how little i imagined tnai it would be ao soon!" , "Well, you see, I have won my dia monds. Rose," he said, laughingly, "lou shall give them to me on your wedding day. And now, my darling, let us join our friends. They will be waiting for And Roae went with him, almost in a state of bewilderment, knowing that alia had not said half she wished to say, yet unable to recall it, or to think anything but this sudden revelation of the mar quis. (ia be continued.) A Story of Success. 5 How a single brain could achlevi those extraordinary works Is a mys tery. It la deepened by the fact that She stood in the doorway, a fair little the inventor enjoyed a very few edu- apparition, nil flushed and rosy with the rational advantages. Edison was a'Nl jnl. while her blue eyes poor boy, and at the ae of twelve came a newsboy on the Grand Trunk road running Into Detroit. Yet even la these days the terrific Intellectual ae- tlvlty of bis character was made maul- m . A . i I. ,. l.,1 a .......11 In. Itflfl. J l UUt UUIC 1113 UilU Bllllllt lpiatory in the bajtgnge car, where he trVd chemical experiment. When he waa a telegraphic operator he devoted all of his leisure time and many bout's which should have been given to sleep to the developing of Ideas which were. to become great Inventions. After he had grown famous and opu lent, he did not yield to the temptation to take life easy, but on the contrary threw himself with greater earnest ness into the hard labor of his calling. He so begrudged the time consumed lu eating, dressing and undressing, sleep ing and going from his workshop lo his home at Meulo Park, that he placed a bed and dining table In his workshop, where he could eat and sleep without disturbance, while engaged upon Im portant experiments. Frank Leslie's Toprlar Monthly. A Legal Expectation. An Illinois attorney argued to the court one after another of a series of very weak points, none of whlt-h seemed to the court to have any merit, until the court finally said: "Mr. , do you think there Is any thing in these points?" To which the attorney replied: "Well, Judge, perhaps there isn't much in any one of them alone, but I didn't know .vut your Honor would kind of bunch thein." Case and Comment rk-ncllu of Vaccination. Hewitt Are you a believer In vac cination? Jewett Most certaiuly; It kept my daughter from playing Hhe piano for nearly a week. New York Town Topics. Africa's Yield of Ivory. There' are annually killed In Africa a minimum of t!o.0!1 elephants, yielding the production of a quantity of raw Ivory, the selling price of which is $4, 250,000. Conduct Is three-fourths of life. Mat thew Arnold. MrVHEN THANKSGIVIN' COMES. Ooln' to have a Joyful day i 'Bout next Thursday down out way ' v Relatives '11 all be here Onilu' now fr'ni far an nesr. lot a turkey home. I'll bet Is the bluest we've had yet; Always lots to ent, I've found When Thanksglvlu' comes srouuo. Pn. he'll rarve the noble bird, lYlllu' all the jokes he's heard; Uh, she'll keep thing movtu right, Sveryone'll talk a sight All eieeptln' Bill u nie ! We'll be still as still can lie. Won't bare time to make a sound When Thanksgivin' comes around. Gollv! but It's bully, though, Hiivln' relatives, you know. Ma jest smiles when Bill and I Take a second piece of pie; . Ia, he'll only laugh and rosr When we pass our plates fer more; Never'- scolded ns ner frowned When Thanksgivin' comes aroiiud. Uncle Jim ses me an' Bill '8 Jest shout es hard to nil Ks two l4iihiitB, but Gee! If they'll only let os be , We won't care fer what they say, But Jest grin an' eat away. We'll be full clear fi'm the ground Wkui Thanksgivin' comes arouud. Council Bluffs Nonpareil. A THANKFUL THANKSGIVING - H DON'T feel aa if I should enjoy this Tliankfgivin'," said Mrs. JoeJ Nis bett, looking down into tha basket of glossy, red cheeked Spitzenbergs as if It were a family vault and taking up an apple as If it had been a skull; "no, I don't." - t "Then, Sarepta," observed her hus band, who had just thrown a huge log on tbu open fire, "you don't disarn noth in' to be thankful for! It's aa harnsome a turkey as ever flapped, and 1 don't know of a year wheu I've had nicer pumpkins on that ar corn lot!" " 'Tain't turkey or pumpkin pies or cranberry sass as makes Thanksgivin'," sifched Mrs. Nisbett "What is it, then? Ef it's cold weath er, I should ha' thought the last frost would ha' done the business for you pretty fairly. Them artemisias by the front door is seorehed black, and the old maple is losiu' its leaves as if they was rainin' dinrn. Parson Jarvis ia coroin' all the way from Sloatesrille to preach to-morrow, aud the quire's larned a branj new anthem just a-purpose, about beln' thankful for harvest and all that aort of thing.' I'm sure I don't know what else you'd have." Mrs. Nisbett only answered Dy a sign. "I wonder if 'tain't possible Stephe'll be hum to-night," ilie said after a pause. "He writ not. He thought he'd drop in nrly to-morrow niornin' if he caught the train he expected. Only think, old woman; it's five years since Stephe was bum to Thanksgivin'!" Old Nisbett rubbed his horny hands, with a chuckle, adding: "And I s'pose, if all accounts ia true, he's gettin' to be a great man out in that western country. It waa kind of a hard pull when he went off and left na, bnt maybe the boy was in the right." "Yes," said Mr?. Nisbett dolorously, "but somehow I can't get reconciled to the idea of hia marryin' a strange gnl out there." Joel scratched his head. This was a phase of the subject that he scarcely felt competent to discuss. "Maybe you'll like her. Stephen says she's a nice gal." "Stephen rays! As if a man over head and ears in love wouldn't say anything." "I wish he'd told us who she was." Mrs. Nisbett groaned again. Joel went out to the woodpile, the everyday shrine whence he generally derived what little of philosophic inspiration he had. "Mrs. Nis-beft!" It waa a soft little Toice, and the old lady's face relaxed instinctively as it sounded on her ear. "Why, Lida Tmnaine 'tain't you!" "It is. I've done everything thot Aunt Constnuce wanted, and uow I've Just run over t see if you don't need a bit of help." Z'nZ' -t . . .. . 'brunette, bnt ' d,eeked girl, with uut brown hair .kiu like the leaf of a damask row, a straight, refined nose and lips aa ripe I - wA knn,-,l 1 A 11 lT) flV 11 H TllPfl tl 8 . W Q iro vi - , so sour. Generally ahe had a demure 'ort of gravity linKerit.g about her face. UUl lllirU tue uiu , uuf.it a w. ...j... out upon her cheek and a row of pearly teeth glimmered Instantaneously. In one hand she carried a bunch of late autumn flowers. "See!" she cried, holding them np. "I ransacked Aunt Constance's garden for these. 1 knew that big vase on the man tel needed something, and, with a branch r so of scarlet leaves, I'll have a royal honqtiet to help you keep Thanksgiving." Mrs. Nisbett toot tne iair oval tace between her two hands and kissed the fresh little month. Set down, Lida, sbe said. "I wasn t a-calculatin" to have no sech fixin'a np, but you've rech a way, child, I can't never say no to you. "I'.ut you're going to keep Thanksgiv ing," cried Lida, throwing off her outer wrappings and dancing up to the looking fflaas like a little gale f wind, "because yon invited Aunt Constance and me to dinner and Decause'your eon is coming home." "Yes, chfld, yes," said Mrs. Nisbett, subsiding once more into the mournful key from which Lida's sudden appear ance bad momentarily aroused her. "Joel's got the turkey shut np in a coop, and the bakin a done, and I'm Just a-fix-hi' them applea, and " "Oh. oh," cried Lida, who had flut tered to the window, "what glorious red lesvea speckled over with little dropa of gold! May I make some wreathe for the wall? Oh. please say yes" Mrs. Nisbett said "yes" it would hava been hard work to say "no" to Lida and the girl soon came in. her apron full ef the sprigs of the old maple trea, c-bosa shadowy boughs kept tha window veiled with cool shadewa through tile glaring aummer days and showered fad ing gold noon the dead grass when tha autumn came. Mrs. Nisbett looked with tenderness npon the graceful little figure aeated o the hearth mi. when the shin of th high heaped logs lost Itself la her bright hair and made sparkles la her eyes, as Hie wreath and traila of autumn leaves grew rapidly beneath her deft finger. "Lida." she said softly, "Ud, my dear!" Hi looked np. "I saw your Aont Coastaac yst4.J but there's somethin' reserved about her, and I - didn't like to ask about you Whether you had decided to go out as a governess or not; because, my dear, Joel and I were talkin' last night, and we both thought what a comfort it would be to have you here." "To have me here?" "We're old and we're alone, and some how we've both took a fancy to you, my child. So when your Aunt Constance goes back to the city, if you chooarf to come here" Mrs. Nisbett paused abruptly and hurst into tears. "We had a little girl once, my dear, and if she'd lived she would ha' been nigh about your age." Lida let tibe leaves drop down on the floor as she sprang up and threw both arms round the old woman's nock. "Oh, Mrs. Nisbett," she whispered softly, "you are ao very, very kind. Be lieve ine, I appreciate it all, but but I hardly know how to tell you." v Mrs. Nisbett listened intently. Lida smiled and cried a little and then whis pered' so low it was scarcely audible. "I am going to be married." "Married!" ejaculated Mrs Nisbett, with all a woman's Interest in this im portant piece of information. "And who to?" "Your son lives In Iowa in Parting ton?" . "Yes." "Well, did he ever mention the name of " Lida paused, her cheeks glowing roses, Old Nisbett had come in with an armfiil of wood, bringing a gale with him from the frosty outer world. "I'll tell you by and by," whispered Lida as she went back to her work. "Joel'll go out again arter awhile," thought Mrs. Nisbett, "and then I'll hear about Lida's beau." But Joel sat down before the fire with a complacent satisfaction which boded ill for the grotification of his wife's curi osity, and finally accompanied Lida home, thus frustrating all his wife's designs and cutting off her chance of hearing Lida's story. "Dear me!" thought she. "I don't be lieve the man was ever born who know ed when he wasn't wanted! How lone some it seems when Lida's gone!. What does the girl want to get married for when I conld ha' took such a sight o' comfort with her? Oh, dear, dear! It does seem as if the world was all askew!" The next day. In spite of the weather prophet's prediction of snow, dawned clear and brilliant as the dying smile of Indian summer. By 11 o'clock Mrs. Nis bett was dressed in her best siik and cap, with the turkey browning beauti fully in the oven and the cranberry tarls doing credit to themselves as well as to their maker, the table set, the fire hi'ii heaped withVrackling logs and the plates d re wed with coronals of autumn leaves. Aunt Constance, a tall, prim maiden lady of uncertain age, stood before the bedroom looking glass arranging her coif fure. Uda, in n blue dress with a laic THANKSGIVING DAY IS A FOR It Is a poor man, Indeed, who has nothing for which to be thankful. FMtlably meager Is the life that contains nothing which on this day of prayer and praise oreates a glow' of Joy or an impulse of gratitude. Shallow la the soul that can reflect no sunshine of blessings and Is ever gloomy with wor ries and wrongs. ".' .i' .. But, there Is none such. The narrowest, the shallowest, the moat darkly pessimistic among us ull may sometimes be surprised Into a smile and shamed into at least a whisper of thanks. They who can find nothing else to be glad abont may at least be glad thej are still alive and not yet passed to that world of gloori arid despair especially fitted to such temperaments. The depth of possible human misery has never yet been reached. Ter haps old Job came nearest to It, and even Job was no croaker. It Is easy to Imagine that old Job, with all his boils aud other troubles, would still be a lively figure at a modern Thanksgiving service. He would at least And words of thanks that hls'body was no larger aud so Could hold no mora bolls. Job would be positively jolly iu comparison with some of the living grouches who exist only in their own little Ills. ' It Is said that man differs from the lower animals chiefly tn his being able to laugh. But the dog'a wagging tall, that tells us he would like to laugh if be could, proves blm to be better In heart than the human grouch who seems .to feel that he could not laugh if he would. Cheer up! Yon can't spite God by refusing to give htm thanks. God will go right on doing business Just the same. Bnt you spite yourself by shutting your eyes.to the blessings within your reach and by your complain ing you make a nuisance of youmlf to everybody else. Cheer up! One of the very lowest fprms of consciousness that of th seed sprout instinctively seeks the light, somehow knowing that life Is there, while deeper down Is naught but gloom and death. Ia any man to show less sense and less appreciation of the eternal law than doe the seed sprout? Is he alone, of all wonderful creation, to wil fully seek the gloom, to narrow his mind, to shnt off his supply of energies, to dam up the source of his health and to force his life back through thousand cycles of evolution and into mussel shell of little woes? We can all find cause to be glad and thankful tf we look for It Thanksgiving day la a good time to throw open the window of the soul and look out and up. taking a long, deep draught of the pure air wlU which th heavens are filled the breath of hope and happiness. Everybody & cause to be thanktul-everybody but the turkey, and even the turkey may be thankful that his last days were passed in 'bounteous plenty. autumn rose in her hair, was tripping hither and thither as light footed and helpful as half a dozen household fairies merged into one, while Mrs. Nisbett stood regarding her with a loving eye, murmuring to herself: "Well, well, It seems like it waa the Lord's will to deny us of just what we most want, but If I had a daughter I could wish she was like Lida." As the old kitchen clock struck 1 Mrs. Nisbett, looking from the window, gave a little cry. . "There he comes there come Joel, and, as 1 live, there's the boy with him!" Lida ran into the bedrom. When she returned, Mrs. Nisbett was clasped in the arms of a tall, handsome man of four or five and twenty. "Lida." said the proud matron, striv ing to disengage herself from th affec tionate clasp, "this is my sou Stephen, aud why, what's the matter?" For Stephen had dropped her hands with an exclamation of surprise and amazement, and Lida stood there glowing crimson. "Lida! Why, mother, thla is a sur prise indeed that you hare prepared for me!" "I prepared!" echoed the astonished old lady. "Well, that's a good nn, when I'm ten times as much surprised aa you be! Lida, what doe this mean?" "It means," said Lida, with a demur smilo she was beginning to recover her scattered self-possession "it means that this is the gentleman I am to be married to!" "Stephen!" cried Mrs. Nisbett, "Is Lida to be your wife?" "She has given me her promise to that effect, at least," said Stephen, looking proudly down upon his lovely little fiancee. "Well, If it don't beat all how queer things do happen!" said Mr. Nisbett, her face radiant. "And you'v been Ut in' neighbor to me these six week and I never knowed it Lida, why didn't you tell tne?" "Because I never dreamed that Ste phen RiBingham, my betrothed western lover, was anything to Mrs. Nisbett," said Lida, laughing. "There 'tis, now!" ejaculated th farm er. 'How was she to know that h was only my nephew, adopted when his par ents died, twenty good yeara ago? We've always called him son, and he's alwaya been a son to us. But Lida dldu't know. Old woman, what do you say to Ste phen's wife?" Mr. Nisbett clapped Lida to her heart. "I do say," ahe ejaculated, "this Is th thnnkfnllest Thanksgivin' I ever lived to see!" New YorkllIy News. 9ad Hme for Them. Of what are the turkeys thinking Get yonder In lue yard. With their red eyes sadly blinking ? Io you think tnelr fie Is hard? Are they on life reflertlug A4id to lienr their flnxl rail Each moment now expecting? Nn; turkeys dou't think at all. GOOD TIME EVERYONE TO CHEER IP. GEO. P. ORWELL, (snrr5nr lo K. I. fcmlth, Oldest tkUbluhed Home iu'lbs valley.) 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