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TTp VATT AID E? ANT .It will be to your advantage to investigate the ELECTROPOISE. We invite a thorough investigation of the JLJj IkJU /iIvlL O±VIX illN JLJ treatment from all, and most especially from the Medical Fraternity. The ELECROPOISE has strong en- A KTMr\m TIT7 TITT dorsenients trom the most prominent gentlemen in the country, among whom we mention Hon. W. 0. Sib- L/-CXIN IN VJI xSH UUK cIJ _D Y Augusta, Rev. Geo. F. Robertson, Dalton Mr. A. D. Adair, Atlanta, B. Wharton, Norfolk, A kttt t-nm 1. Henderson, Atlanta, and it you will write for our 50-page book, you will find many more. A T? FM F DV CHRONIC DISEASES cured after ALL OTHER METHODS FAIL. J V V AV A I !■■</ I J j "Atmospheric Oxygen by Absorption.” ATLANTIC ELECTROPOISE co., Rom 45, Gould Building, Atlanta, Ga. Oman’s lllissions MISS MARY E, WRIGHT, ; ; Editress 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- D’PRICf’S The only Pure Cream of Tartar Powder.—No Ammonia; No Alum. Used in MiUions of Homes— 40 Years the Standard- 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. ©he 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. n ci W||||o 11 11 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 SWT* Jr hw? /b 4 w wo MmlTl jn * “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. Fn / 7 M II ' / y/Z\ | 1 kJ 1 i 'Aik “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 ■ I i a Iwmp-W' tII “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. This Will Interest Every Household Memphi Stove Company. Os all places in town you can get tho best bargains at the above store. All kinds of House Furnishing Goods 50 per cent, cheaper than any other store; Our Motto : “Cheap for Cash.” The best No. 7 Cook Stoves 87,50. 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