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MISSIONARY CALENDAR OF
PRAYER.
The Missionary Calendar of Prayer
for 1893 is now ready for distribu
tion and it is hoped that a copy may
find its way into every Baptist home
in Georgia and in the south. Some
of our foreign missionaries have'
■written of the comfort derived from
the knowledge that daily prayers
were going up for them and from
our home missionaries conies the
expression of pleasure that they too
are remembered.
The Woman’s Missionary Union
of Georgia, at their meeting in La-
Grange, adopted a resolution to
request its publication another year,
we therefore hope its circulation
may be greatly increased and that
it may prove yet a greater blessing
in bringing to our remembrance
those who are our representatives in
other fields of labor. The proceeds
above the cost of publication will
be appropriated to the Centennial
F und.
Copies may be obtained from
American Baptist Publication Soci
ety 66| Whitehall St. Atlanta Ga.
Mi S 8 M. E. Wright
Augusta, Ga.
Price 25 cents per copy postage
2 cents. Special rates for large
numbers.
AN APPEAL.
TO THE BAPTIST WOMEN OF THE
SOUTH FOR A CENTENNIAL
CHRISTMAS THANK OF
FERING FOR JAPAN.
Never, as now, did mission work
call for a Thanksgiving. God has
multiplied His blessings upon it as
He alone can multiply work done
for Him. This year, as never before,
Southern Baptists have been study
ing the history of missions in the
past hundred years. Our hearts
have burned within us as we have
seen God’s hand in India, His way
in the islands of the Sea, His tri
umphs in Burma!), His dealings in
Japan. Let tig then at the happy
Christmas-tide bring Him the thank
offering of praise.
The Christmas Offering is bound
up with the very life of the Mission
ary Union. Coexistent with it, it
has grown with its growth, taking
ever deeper heart-hold on all who
have taken part m it. We appeal
to every woman’s Missionary Soci
ety, to the women and children of
every Baptist church, to join with
us this year in a Centennial Christ
mas Offering.
This is no common appeal. This
Christmas Offering is to be the recog
nized woman’s part in the great
Centennial work of sending to the
mission fields a hundred new mis
sionaries. Much as the women have
done and will still do for the Chapel
Fund, we would have them have a
noble part in this work also.
For four years the object of the
Christmas Offering has been the
enlargement of the mission force
in North China, the gifts to this
object aggregating $15,632.84. This
year the Foreign Mission Board has
recommended for the object of our
offering, Japan, the youngest and
weakest of our missions.
Forty years ago Japan stood apart
in sea-girt solitude, a hermit among
nations. In 1853 her ports, through
America’s bloodless victory, were
opened to the world. Through this
open door the missionaries were not
slow to enter. They entered by
'scores; while men of no religion f
sceptical, atheists and blasphemer.-,
entered by thousands. One preach
ed the gospel of Christ; the others
lived the belief in godless civilization.
The missionary triumphs were many
and those were not wanting who
prophesied that Japan would soon
stand among the Christian nations of
the world. Then came a pause.
Scepticism gained ground. It inva-
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ded the schools, assailed the churches
and found willing converts from the
great ranks of heathenism. To-day
Japan stands balancing between old
idolatry, modern doubt, and Christi
anity. To whom shall the victory
belong ?
God has said unmistakably to His
people, “Go forward in Japan.” He
has brought to Himself 25,000 of
the Japanese while yet there was
but one missionary to 80,000 people.
One little band of foiy calls for help
from the midst of an island of nine
million souls almost untouched by
mission effort.
They ask for seven new mission
aries—Shall they ask in vain? The
King’s businem requires haste. De
lay now means centuries of defeat.
When the first mission work failed
in Japan, God waited four centuries
before He allowed missionaries again
to enter.
The Missionary Union has pre-
a double Centennial Christmas
Thank-Offering Program, half for
the Woman’s Missionary Societies
and half for the Children, with en
velopes for the ingathering of the.
offering. These will be supplied
free on request to all Woman’s Mis
sion Societies, Churches Sunday
Schools, by Mrs. Stainback Wilson
Cor. Secretory and Treas. W. B. M.
U. Atlanta Ga.
1. Send for programs promptly.
2. Distribute envelopes liberally.
3 Prepare these exercises thor
oughly.
4. In sending up the offering,
designate it for the Christmas Offer
ing carefully.
Care at these four points will
crown this work with large success.
But, does some one say, we have
the regular mission work to main
tain, the Chapel Fund, and we have
had Centennial Day. True, but
still you will have Christmas gifts>
Christmas feasts and Christmas joy
in your home. Shall He, then, who
is the crown, the joy, the giver of
the feast, be left without a gift ?
Fannie E. Heck. .
Pres. Woman’s Missionary Union.
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OUR WINTER HOME.
WE NEED NOT OWN TWO HOUSES IN
ORDER TO HAVE ONE.
How do you like your winter
home ? Perhaps you reply you
have no winter home any differ
ent from the ono you occupy
the year round. Ah, yes you have,
though it may be in the same house-
The rooms are now dressed in their
cold weather garb, and how charm
ing they are, to be sure !
One day the man of the family
leaves a home where there are mat
tings on the floors and linen covers
on the funiture. The windows aro
denuded of draperies and doorways
have no heavy hangings to exclude
draughts as weli as add their artistic
quota to the furnishings of the room.
Poles and brackets speak mutely
of what has been and what will be
once more, but the morning light
falls only on such a scene as just de.
scribed. No sooner does the front
door close upon the retreating mas
culine form than out come step-lad
ders and hammers. The carpet lay
ers get to work, the curtain hanger
mounts the ladder, the busy house
wife strips the coverings from chairs
and sofas, adjusts the mantel lam
brequin and has a fire built in the
low grate.
At night, home once again returns
the bread-winner, but what a trans
formation greets his eye. Can this
he his home ? This house so chang
ed in one short day. Banks of cur
tains three deep decorate each win
dow, portieres of bamboo plush of
silk now apparently reduce the size
of rooms that all the summer days
seemed so spacious. He treads on
soft carpet, dainty lamps filter their
cheerful glow through silken shades,
while the operr fire and great easy
THE CHRISTIAN INDEX: THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 24. 1892.
chair invite him to warmth and re
pose.
The rooms are smaller somehow ;
added bric-a-brac makes it a little
more trying to get about; he cannot
so easily reach the shades and let
them fly up to the very top of the
window—but it is cosy, and, after
all, he does not know but that he
likes his winter home quite as well
as his summer one.
LADIES
Needing a tonic, or children who want build
ing up, should take
BROWN'S IKON BITTERS.
It is pleasant; cures Malaria, Indigestion,
Biliousness, Liver Complaints and Neuralgia.
Though it is always well when
disagreements occur to go half way
toward a reconciliation, there is one
element that it is never wise to make
a single step toward—namely trou
ble. Do not meet it half way, and
spend your life in worrying and fret
ting over a cloud that may never
darken the blue of your earthly hor
izon.
Housekeepers that pride them
selves on their excellent cooking and
domestic management are very apt
to let trifles disturb them far more
than they should. They worry for
fear it will rain washday ; they fret
themselves half sick if one roll of
thunder is heard, because the milk
in the cellar will be sure to sour,
and the appearance of one moth-mil
ler is a certain indication that their
winter furs have been totally de
stroyed by these dreadful little in
sects.
Dear worried sisters, don’t trouble
trouble till trouble troubles you.
Washday may be as clear as a bell,
though the day preceding may
threaten all sorts of terrible weather.
The roll of thunder may be the only
one and the milk and cream remain
fresh and sweet in the cool cellar
and the moth miller that frightened
you so may have no knowledge of
those precious garments stored away
in camphor and tar paper by your
careful hands.
When genuine heart trouble does
at last reach you, these worryings
over trifles will seem so petty in
comparison, and you will wonder
what there, ever was in the shadow
to cause annoyance now that you
know so well the reality of the sub
stance. If trials come to you, en
deavor to bear them with womanly
grace and fortitude, but don’t run
after them and fret your life out in
worrying about what may happen
and how dreadfully grieved you will
be over it when it does occur. Re
serve your lamentations for the ac
tual sorrow, enjoy the present and
do not annoy yourself and your
friends by useless mourning over
what may never occur.
LEMON ELIXIR?
A PLEASANT LEMON TONIC.
For Biliousness, Constipation, Ma
laria, Colds and the Grip.
For Indigestion, Sick and Nerv
ous Headache.
For Sleeplessness, Nervousness
and Heart Disease.
For Fever, Chills, Debility and
Kidney Disease, take Lemon Elixir.
Ladies, for natural and thorough
organic regulation,take Lemon Elixir.
Dr. Mozley’s Lemon Elixir is pre
pared from the fresh juice of Lemons,
combined with other vegetable liver
tonics, and will not fail you in any
of the above named diseases. 50c.
and 81 bottles at drugists.
Prepared only by Dr. H. Mozley,
Atlanta, Ga.
At the Capitol.
I have just taken the last of two
bottles of Dr. H. Mozley’s Lemon
Elixir for nervous headache, indiges
tion, with diseased liver and kidneys.
The Elixir cured me. I found it the
greatest medicine I ever used.
J. 11. MENNICH, Attorney,
1225 F Street, Washington, D. C.
From a Prominent Lady.
I have not been able in two years
to walk or stand without suffering
great pain. Since taking Dr. 11.
Mozley Lemon Elixir I can walk half
a mile witout suffering the least in
convenince.
Mrs. R. H. Bloodworth,
Griftin, Ga
Allahabad is the centre of Bibl
activity in the Hindi language, the
vernacular of some 80,000,000, and
likely to become still more widely
spread, and the issues of the auxili
ary of the British and Foreign Bible
Society there have been rapidly in
creasing within recent years; last
year they were 94’000 copies an
advance of nearly 45,000 on those of
1890. The circulation is likely to
be much advanced by the new portal
ble edition of Hindi Bible instead of
the bulky three-volume nook which
preceded it, and by a handsome and
cheap edition of the Now Testament
—Canada Presbyterian.
TDANKSGIWS LOVER.
[Copyright, 1892.]
f EFORE the great
, bakeoven built
into the huge
f B stone chimney of
Ca P tain Jolin Fol
som ’ s house there
»sat a fair young
/JjA fl s ' r l on a lowery
morning of No
vember, 1777, and
TkjDvj’n near her, basting
!1 t»t goose on the
spit before a log
fire, stood another
even fairer than
she. These maid
z ens, clad in coarse
llnsey woolsey garments of homespun,
their hair concealed except for a few
locks that wandered from beneath the
linen handkerchiefs with which it was pro
tected, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, re
vealing arms that were fair to look upon,
Bo white were they and of such exquisite
roundness, were busy with the preparation
of a feast, and the natural tint of their
cheeks, which was as delicate as the peach
blossom, was heightened by reason of the
heat that came from the crackling logs.
She who stood at the door of the bake
oven hesitated a moment and turned her
head slightly to one side., as though she
listened. Then tossing her hand gently, as
though to indicate that her ears had been
misled, perhaps by the wind without, she
opened the oven door and smiled as she
perceived the fragrant odor which came
from the cavern within. With a broom
splint she penetrated the crust which sur
mounted a great pie that she might learn
whether the baking was well done, and
then she turned to her companion and said:
“ ’Twill be a flue feast for Uncle John
when he returns today. Surely he said he
would be back by noon.”
The maiden who had the spitted goose in
charge paused for a moment in her task of
anointing it with rich gravy and said:
“Father will be here, I know, if the Lord
permits, but in these dark days that are
upon us, Abbie, who can tell what may
happen to our militia, parading hero and
tramping there that they may observe the
redcoats. Father had, I think, some seri
ous business which led the company away
last night, and mayhap he will not come to
sit at dinner with us. ’Twill be a sorry
feast for us if we must cat alone. How is
the pie?”
“ ’Tis nearly done, I think, and such a
pie we never made. ’Tis full of giblets,
for you know that Uncle John delights to
eat them covered with the gravy of the
dish.".
For some moments tho maidens con
tinued these preparations, and then she
who was called Abbie went to the window,
and peeking out for ari instant turned mid
opened the door, which creaked with
mighty moans as it turned upon its rusty
hinges.
“What is it that you hear, Abbie?” said
the other.
“It seems to me that I hear tho march of
tho company, and still I do not know but
'tis tho wind. See, the snow has begun to
fall a little.” The other maiden arose and
went to the door, and so they stood side by
side peering out far down tho highway to
the turn of the rptfi where it skirted the
Long Island sound. And such a picture
did these fair maidens make as they stood
thus framed by the doorsill and jamb as
would have delighted tho eyes of any of
the young men of that town.
“ ’Tis true, Abbie, ’tis true. I hear their
step, and surely that is Ephraim’s fife.”
Abbie returned to the kitchen and made
preparation for the great table to receive
the bounty with which that day was to bo
celebrated, while the other maid stood
awaiting the coming of her father. She
saw tho company as it marched around
the bend in the road with her father at the
head, and she was going forth to meet
them when of u sudden she halted. Tho
look of joy upon her face Was changed to
one of wonderment, and she stood, her head
bent slightly forward, that she might the
better see, perplexed and hesitating.
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A FAT GOOSE ON THE SPIT.”
The company had come as near to the
farmhouse as the meadow which adjoined
it on the west, and there they halted, and
the maiden saw that one was with them
who was not of the company when they
marched away the night before. He stood
alone, erect, constrained, and she per
ceived that his hands were tied with
thongs behind his back. Sho saw her
father talking earnestly and seemingly di
recting some two or three of the company
to take this man in charge, and scarcely
knowing what she did she approached her
father and was so near that she could have
put her hand upon his shoulder before he
saw her.
"Sir,” she heard her father say, “you
were captured within our lines without a
pass and having no authority to be there.
I am going to send you with a guard to
the commander of our army, who is in th<
camp a dozen miles or so beyond. He will
discover whether you are no British spy,
but have strayed, as you have said, within
our lines by accident.”
"What lias ho done, father?” the girl
naked, for she was filled with pity for this
man who seemed so proud aud yet so
plending in his manner.
“What, Thunkful, is it you? Why are
you here, my daughter?” said tho captain.
"I camo to welcome you, father.”
"But this is no place for you. Wo have
a prisoner.”
“A prisoner? Surely ho can do no harm.
Ho Is not like an army and he seems well
favored.”
“Nevertheless wo found him wandering
within our Hues, and there uro spies about,
and ho may bo ono of those.”
“A spy? Surely I think not.” And the
girl went to the prisoner and stood before
him In the innocence of maidenly confi
dence and looked full Into his eyes, lifting
her head to do so, for he wns tall and
teemed to tower far above her in his splen
did presence.
"You are no spy,” sho said at last.
“No, my child, not n spy. lam an officer
of the king's army who has strayed by ac
cident within your lines. Thank you for
-.•our sympathy. You .have beauty iu your
face, my emia, hut you nave wnat is Dec
ter—you have sympathy.”
The girl went back to her father and she
said: “Father, suppose my brother John,
who is somewhere in the Jerseys with
Washington, should by accident lie cap
tured by tho redcoats. It would break
your heart and mine if they took him for a
spy. Surely there is truth in this man’s
words. Come, bring him with you. Don’t
you remember that it is Thanksgiving
day, aud that we are t?o have a roasted
goose and a chicken pie, and Abbie has
baked a glorious pumpkin pie? Let him
come and bo our guest, aud I’ll warrant
he’ll promise me that he will make no
effort to escape until you hear from the
general what shall be done with him.”
Tlie captain seemed to hesitate for a
moment, and then turning to his prisoner
he said: “Sir, 1 am myself impressed with
your dignity of manner. It may be that
you speak the truth. My daughter’s in
tuitions are that it is so. I have changed
my mind. I shall send a messenger to the
general with a dispatch telling of your
capture and then whatever he commands—
that will X do. Meanwhile, sir, it isour
feastday. Wo are accustomed every year
after tho harvest to give thanks to tho
Lord aud to eat a great feast and make
merry in our families. I will ask you to
share this with us. You will be a pris
oner, but I will take your parole that you
will make no effort to escape.”
“You do mo honor, sir. I give my parole
to you, and, If I may be permitted, to this
fair maiden who has interceded for me.”
They unloosed his thongs, and when his
hands were free ho stepped up to Mistress
Thankful and he took her hand and bend
ed over it with the courtesy and grace of
one who had been accustomed to place l
where high breeding and gentle manners
prevail.
They had a fine feast at Captain Fol
som’s table, and tho British officer, being
□o longer under great constraint, be
janie most companionable and even ven
tured gentle jest with Thankful and her
cousin, Mistress Abbie, who served the
meats and bounties with gentle dignity
md unconscious grace. And when ho
turned to converse more seriously with
Captain Folsom upon tho war and its bat
tles they—Thankful und Abbie —under pre
tense of some engagement for the prepara
tion of the dessert, glanced furtively at
him and exchanged confidences that he
was n handsome man and well favored and
moreover very young for one of his stature
Mid of his rank, for it was plain that he
was a high officer.
In the afternoon there was gentle mer
rymaking, and Captain Folsom, being
greatly impressed with the manifest honor
and nobility of his prisoner guest, had
such confidence that ho at last said: “Sir,
I do not know whether your rank would
permit me to call you captain or major or
colonel, for ono of these offices I know must
be yours. You do not care to tell us your
name or your rank, but I have that confi
dence iu you that I am willing to leave you
for awhile with these gentle guards, m/
daughter and my niece, for I have a mis
sion of some consequence in the village,
which is a few miles away.”
“I am grateful for your confidence, sir,
and shall not betray it. While these maid
ens guard me I shall protect them until
your return.”
“Will you promise to obey us?” asked
Thankful in merry mood.
“In all things,” he replied, bowing with
grace and yet with the mock dignity of
gentle sport.
“I exact only one promise, sir,” said the
captain, “and that is that you will not
quit this house until my return.”
“I give that promise willingly.”
After Captain Folsom had gone away the
young officer sought even the more ear
nestly to entertain these maidens, and their
intuition taught them that their cjiarms
had found favor in his sight, for he looked
upon them with admiring glances, al
though with the greatest courtesy and
deference. Hs told them stories of Eng
land which they were pleased to hear, and
of life among the nobility there aud how
the ways of those titled people differed
from the simple customs of their kindred
in the American colonies, and lie asked the
maidens many things about their manner
of life, and it was plain to see that Mistress
Thankful had already won his high regard.
“Tell me,” said he, “how is it that thee
call you Thankful? ’Tis a pretty nam
und well given to you, I should say, but .
never heard it before I heard them call
you by it.”
“But it is not my name,” she said. “I
have beard my mother say that on one
Thanksgiving day they sent to my father
who was in the church and bade him
hurry home, and when he came he found
me there, though I was not there when he
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“YOU ARE NO SPY,” SHE SAID.
went away, and so he said ns he held mo
up: ‘lt is Thanksgiving day. The Lord
has been good to me these many years, but
he has been best to mo today. So her name
shall be Thanksgiving, since she is born
upon that day;’ and that, sir, is my name,
although they call me, for tho sake of
shortness, Thankful."
She said this with such modesty and
with such delicious suggestion of grace,
and her cheeks were so gently flushed and
her eyes so bright, that the young officer
could not conceal the admiration for her
which bad seized him, and when she per
celved It she turned away with gentle co
quetry. Thus this Thanksgiving after
noon, which had prombed to be bo dreary
a time for him, wns ono of joy, and when
thoshadcs of evening cameand thocandles
were lighted tho maidens nnd tho young
officer were like those who Had Deen long
acquainted.
In tho evening the girls brought apples
and nuts and cider, and they .were having
a merry time when of a sudden Abbie arose
nnd went to the door. Her quick cars had
detected a strange sound. A moment later
a lad came panting into the room.
“Look out, Thankful, they are coming
to attack you,” he said, scarcely able to
speak for lack of breath.
“They? Wno? Who can attack us?"
“’Tis Ben Williams and hisgang. ’Twas
yesterday t hat the cowboys captured a lad
—a cousin of Ben Williams—and for some
reason they hanged him, nnd now Ben is
bound to have revenge, nnd he has heard
thtro is a British '.'nicer, care, aud he
swears neui nave mm fiangea to » wee sto
revenge."
A moment later a young man with a
musket in his hands entered the door and
he said: “Mistress Thankful, your father
left me here on guard unbeknown to you.
There’s trouble brewing, I fear. They aro
coming to take the officer away and to do
him harm. Let him go with me and I
will hide him." »
Thankful brought the officer’s cloak and
hat and bade him go, but to her amaze
ment he refused. “I cannot go,” he said.
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“OH, MY DAUGHTER, THEY HAVE KILLED
YOU!”
“I gave your father my word of honor that
I would not leave the house till he re
turned.”
“But you must. Ben Williams is a
brute. He will take you out and kill you,
sir. Go under tho escort of the guard, and
he will take you where you can be con
cealed.”
But the officer would not stir. lie would
only say that be had given his pledge and
he wpuld not break it. In an instant
Thankful seemed changed, and the officer,
even in the suspense and terror of the me
ment, perceived that she had assumed the
manner of one who has authority and can
exercise it. She stood erect, her head
thrown back, her eyes very bright, her
cheeks now somewhat pale, and she said:
“You must go, sir; I command it. Go with
him. Harkl Don’t you hear that mob
shouting? You have not a moment to
lose.” Ami then as he did not stir she went
up to him pleadingly and with gentle man
ner, not knowing seemingly what it was
she said or did; she put her hand upon his
arm with gentle touch, and she said, “Go,
go; for my sake, go.”
“For your sake?” he murmured, and
seemed to hesitate, and then she turned to
the guard and bade him lead the officer
forth. But at that moment the cry of the
mob was so distinct that it revealed that
escape was impossible. Thankful bade
the guard step in and bolt the door, and
commanded him to use Lis musket if any
one should try to force an entrance. And
even as she spoke the door was forced and
an ugly face was protruded, and some one
shouted, “Come out, you redcoat!” and
would have said more bad he not been
fellwl by the butt of the guard’s musket.
The door was closed and bolted, and the
guard stood With the manner of defiance.
In an instant Thankful had made disposi
tion of the officer. Before he was aware
what she was doing she had led him to
the settle in the chimney corner, and she
bade him to be seated there. None too
soon, for the window was forced open and
some one shouted, “Come out, you cur, or
we will shoot you where you arel”
“Oh, you coward—you coward, Ben Wil
liams! He has done you no harm and he is
unprotected,” and Thankful speaking thus
placed herself so that she stood directly
before the officer. There was a crash, a
confusion of sounds, for they were trying
to force the door. The officer, then realiz
ing that this fair maiden was protecting
him with her body, pushed her aside, say
ing: “No, no, I cannot permit this. You
must not bo injured. Let me pass.” At
that moment a musket was discharged,
nnd the officer, perceiving that Thankful
was reeling, supported her In.his arms.
She had lecelved the shot intended for
him.
A moment later there was a mighty
shout, a great rushing noise, the door was
burst open, and Captain Folsom and some
of his company entered. “What is this?
What is this?" he said.
“Ah, uncle, Ben Williams and his gang
are trying to capture the officer, and they
have shot Thankful as she tried to prevent
It,” said Abbie, crying bitterly.
“Williams? Take him away; bind him;
put him in the guardhouse with hisgang!”
the captain shonted, and then, kneeling
down over the body of his daughter he
moaned, saying, “My Thankful, my Thank
ful; oh, my daughter, they have killed
you!”
“They have killed her, sir, while she was
trying to save my life,” said the officer,
and he wept like a child.
But sho was not dead. They lifted her
tenderly aud carried her to her bedroom
under the gable roof, and when they saw
.that she opened her eyes and that her lips
moved they were rejoiced, and there was a
prayer of thanksgiving to God that ho had
spared her life tiiat night.
A few days biter the order came from the
general instructing Captain Folsom to de
liver the prisoner under his charge to tho
outposts of the British army at the Bronx
in exchange, for it was demonstrated that
he had told the truth when he said he had
strayed within the patriot lines by accident.
As he was about to go away he said to
Captain Folsom: “I have ono favor to ask.
May 1 see Mistress Thankful for an in
stant alone?” It was permitted. Ho went
and stood l>y her bedside and took her
hand. “Thankful,” said he, “I am going
away. It is not right that 1 should speak
to you except in thanks, for I am an officer
in an army opposed to yours, but I may say
this: I heard your unconscious confession
when you bade me go for your sake, and
your sweet words then uttered will bo in
my memory until I come buck again when
these battles aro over,” and then he
kneeled tenderly over her and touched his
lips to her forehead.
When he looked nt her he saw the glance
of exquisite joy which sho could not con
ceal, and ho perceived that gentle tears
were coursing down her cheeks which she
did not care to wipe away, aud he knew
that tbnv >-•>•*. ton.ni of iov,
Six years later, on the afternoon of
Thanksgiving day, a traveler dismounted
from his horse in frontot Captain Folsom’s
forge—for the captain was a blacksmith in
time of peace. The traveler looked curi
ously about, ns though not sure that this
w:m tho place he sought, when his eyes
rested upon a maiden who wns standing in
the doorway. It seemed to him ns t hough
the picture which ho hud seen in that
identical spot six years before on the day
of his capture was there again. He went
up to her und said: “Thankful, my Thanks
giving. I bai . come.”
“I knew you would,” she said, and with
such gentle sweetness of manner that ho
took her to hl' arms.
If was a grievous sorrow to Captain Fol
som that his daughter Thnnkfitl wns com
pelled to leave bitn when she married this
man whoso life she had saved, but it was a
iov for him to know that she Lada husbanj
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“THANKFUL, MY THANKSGIVING, I HAVH
COME.”
wbfCrfyof ifer. rtfiULad’married Sir Johu
Sterling and he took her to his estates iu
England, which were great, and there, as
long as they lived, and to this day among
their descendants, the last Thursday in
November in < very year is celebrated as a
thanksgiving ceremonial, and in the even
ing to the children every year is told this
romance of the day when their grandfather
and great grandfather met his Thanksgiv
ing. E. Jay Edwards.
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Nacoii anil Birmingliain RailrS
CONNECTIONS.
Schedule in Effect Octoberlß, XS92.
ReadD’m Stations. Read Up.
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645 a m Lv-...■ N{acon ..Ari 200pm
800 " Sofkee 1 lio “
840 " Lizella 112 30 “
900 “ Montpelierll2lo “
1000 " Culloden 11125 “
1100 “ Yatesville 11 00“
1200 N’n ••• Thomaston,.... ilooo “
12 45 pm Thunder's Spri’gs. 901 "
130 “ Woodbury •■•• 842 “
fl >5 j> m'Ar Columbus Lv 000a. m
s‘o " I Grillin 917 •*
2(»p m Ar Harris City Lv 715a.m
I Columbus.... 10 25a, m
630 pmiAr Greenville Lv 700 “
2 30pm Odessa 6 50 a. m
250 “ ..••.Mountville.... 630 “
320 " Ar LaGrange Lv oooa. m
Connections with Atlanta & West Point
Railroad.
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Ar. Jacksonville, 7:40 am 8:30 pm
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