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I '’i’ ' L!L' ,L «■> taack to th#
kitchen groun-i Intermittently. •*»« •*
‘ m, hTi^ h » U day* loft b#fc#
Thanksgiving day. Bigg* *!»»• 'h?* •*»
tho kit> hen. among \#g#t#blr* and old
Rapidly tho *h»lv## of hl» noot Mttl#
pantry Ailed up from end to eod.
But them was n<> pleasant elation on
hlo hct. there wa# no aphe of »«Oc-
Ipation among hi» other »j»ii e«.
Once Philip lAtimer vialted the klt
rhen durtmr theae two daye—only oore.
Then tt area to **y teraely;
• Hemejnber the little plea. *Blggs
throe of them, graduated.
••Oh. lord) . Botero Bigg* ain't forgot
that!" groaned Blgga, under hia breath
when hla master »*» gone. "I rove I
did reckon on hla getting over them
three little gradonated plea by thla
time’ I reckoned on It laat year—but.
lordy. this!” .... ...
He aet to work on the little plea. He
made three of them, on platea of grad
uated alaea. They came out of the oven
brown and flaky, aa the little children
■ phillv'e Comfort, an* the tattle
Vn'a," he told them off. aa he Placed
them away on a ahelf. How many timea
he had made thoee little plea!
The big grand dining room waa art
In prime order—lt »M only opened on
Thanksgiving day now.
The chairs were nibbed to a new pol
ish and the beautiful new ahlnlng Poor
All the hanging* were shaken and the
pictures were dusted.
Biggs tried to whistle as lie worked.
Mr. Phillip's library was next door
to the dining room, and Mr. Phillip
could hear everything. He heard Biggs
plaintive whistle, and a faint shade of
appreciation lightened the gloom of his
bitter face for a moment.
"That whistle comes hard—the poor
beggar!" he murmured.
On the afternoon preceding Thanks
giving Phillip Latimer put by his hooks
and went out among the holidaying
crowds on the streets. They jostled him
and peered some of them into his
his solemn face, curiously. Their faces
were not solemn. Now and then he met
a grandfather coming from the station,
with a following of eager-faced, staring
little country children —or a big son
with his old father and mother. Now
and then he met a house-mother out for
the last few accessories for her dinner
tomorrow! And children —children were
everywhere. They hurt him most.
■ There are only two things t# do, and
then I san get out of lit" he mutter
There war# the Bowers to sjilael for
the table and tha turkev was to see
about. Then/ thank the Lot-fl, he
could go, he,he—away from the mothers
and the little children. What kind <>f
preparation were they sot tomorrow s
•augus Asm mm§ |tM ksss ks
*•••*• *•**•*•«• IBM**
« summit *mM* #R#M#kb'*|s#
1, «■%_ a |y •« lit tie |rib* eai there
I*y •tab**. tn4»'< hmk Mlf the
! ' ThT proswtelor ha»t#*»»4 f..rw#cd
I utytng-- haada « «etber. "Ah. Mr.;
1 t ifiij jc at ad Co see you. Ale—Sul
j. on I go for you today f*
• Walt «• the chiWt first.” ItiUllp lal-
I later *l4. briefly, atandin* hack foe!
jibe little shabby ftg-in to advance.
I m Merry felt about nervously in the
II - krts of her dreee and peodd' ed a
few prnotes, (the held them out in her
I little open hand.
! "I want them wwth o’ meat,” ahe
i piped Importantly. Ik- kind that s
cheap, with terns and grlatl# tn. you
(know. If If you could put In quite a
I hunk." she added, rather ulatfully.
When the bundle waa ready the trud-
U 4 away with It contentedly. In utter
amassment Phillip latinise followed
11**» tu tit*
I "fee got him In here." announced the
j-ewnmander in bet t" her little Ironw
•utstde. "Now. we’ll go along home and
him. fume on " But suddenly
her ryes flashed Indignantly. Halume
I waa looking up at the great bird o* the
I tine wist fully.
"Blome Hernia stn’t you ashsmed*
Didn’t I say twouldn’t he no fair to look
afterward*T I’m dls’potnted In you; yea.
I am! What’s the good of making be
lieve you ain’t fair?”
Mlnervy* ahrlll voice aa* tremulous
with growing wrath. H’lome diminished
am! ashamed, caught up the bahy and
hid her face behind hi* mop of soft
"I didn’t look, Mlnervy," cried Patsy.,
plm hlng Balome’s arm viciously. ”1
"Nor nie neither." trilled little Grisael.
turning her hack resolutely to the dis
play of turkey*. "Mo netd." piped Corn
Ah’ Phillip |-atlmrr turned hack Into
the market slowly. Now he underutood
the little tahleou.
The shabby children were making be-
A nu»He-bell«*ve Th*nk#*lvln*—
what was his Thanksgiving to be but
He smiled bitterly—btterly.
"I ll send It right up. str—right up"—
the proprietor was saying blandly In
Ho heard him distantly, a* If he were
far off in another world or In a dream.
■ n s a fine hint. Mr. Latimer, the
biggest one on the street. You’r In
luck to find It here as late as thla.
Only come In this morn—— ’
Do you know anything alwut thst
child?" Interrupted Phillip Latimer's
"Child—child, sir?" questioned the
man In perplexity.
"Yes. yes; the child who bought the
turk—the lump of meat a few minutes
3S Oh—ah—yes: that little beggar. No.
I don't know—hi. Jim, ever see that lit
tle scrub that was In here Just now
buying scrap meat?"
Jim laughed easily.
"See her every morning and night.
Lives longslder me. Ma’s died and
there's a whole raft o’ young uns. Pa s
a wiper down to the yards,—he Is In
the hospital. Got pretty nigh wiped
The proprietor turned to his custom
er with a wave of his hand. "There you
have It, sir—the whole story,” he smil
“Yes, yes—the whole story,” repeated
Phillip Latimer absently.
Alrsady bis lntsrsst In the llltl* spi
ssde bad wans*
That svanlhf a wiflsas wwm
him to to out low t&» Jtlfcnfji ana
wait*) «tf*s data* O# WMF
He had PAglfyf rs«sflir up flftd
dcnrQe-up and down, till he csuld Sefr
the monotony no longer. And sertaSßig'
he could nr, P treat- hr aft SI 111.
Iticgs ivas whii-tltriK gloomily over
TH® AUGUSTA HKBAtfU
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. . ar t tom-r t h*n- H*nr inwr. It’*'
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A. ait fiviHl «r*|r*
film tii'Wf tti** •»r*r. It# not »tt«j
fig* n f* •• *•#»#<
It-qtf i* A H+f • •** HMVr tld
the attemgt sad lowed tkw bar* <»f p".
strain! sad Vt km grief have its «ar*
way? Why wul? Why ant*
Biggs erwfg ah mg the hall on his way
tu h»4. and stopped at W* master s
Iroom a* usual to ae* If all was welt,
The door stood • Mtth* ajsr and he
-ti tsrdy! O bwdy’" he cried tnwavdljL
with a tug at hi# heartstrlllg*. "Me’»
lat tt as‘ln. He’s gut the picture alt *u»t
and that’s the sign. He's at It ag’tar
terfd. lewd, ain’t there no end?"
I Riggs was on hi# knees and might,
; been praying.
The tears were rolling do# n his rreas
eg hrnwft cheeks Through the opening
la think of light ear-aped, and made a
! bar n nm hla fare
Within he saw Phillip Latimer sitting
[with bowed head before a little row (4
pictures on fhr table. He had set Tt-tf
up before With grvst care—tors flr»4
[then Phllly’s, then t’omfort’# and th^«
I the little oaa’s J
I The sweet, still fares regarded him
s. renr ly—there waa no grief, no hrer u
1 break In them, as there was In hla. C
Now and again be put out hts hood
land smoothed one of the fares— he#
oftenest. The rrsun was perfectly still
except for the terrible, dry sobs tn itq
"O Lord! B lewd!" moanerl poor
Blgga In his stricken heart. He crouch
ed there In the dark hall, with the bar
|of light athwart his homely, working
'features, grieving hts master's grief.
I It was *ll the grtr f he had ever known,
hut It I woks hi* heart.
"Lord. Lord, eouldn’t you a’ took ’em
one to a time—one to a time, H»*
might a’ got over it then. Iyxik at
him In there, touchln’ the fares—now
he’s touchln’ the little uns. l>»>k at the
little uns smilin’ back. An* she# n
npillin’, too—tl\py’re all a-sinlllng, but
him. He’s makln’ them awful sounds
in his throat. Oh, lArd. I don’t know
hut It’ll kill Mister Phllup’ I could Jest
cry for him —’’
Biggs was crying for him now. He let
his big. ungainly body slide noiseless!*-
to the floor and curl up In ghandoutwent
of sorrow. But he made no sound. In
side the quiet room the faces in tt xqw
smiled on happily—and Phillip Latimer
su t on before them hour after hour, He
lived over all tho tragedy of Mt * lf ’’
scene by scene.
Once, with one of his sudden Wiilms.
he drew the pictures Into the playing of
When she had died he put out bln
hand and turned her sweet face gently
downward on the table. Then Comfort s
—Comfort had come next—and then
Phllly’s picture and the Little One’s.
He had the Little One the longest, but
she went too.
Afterward he put all the pictures
back again In their row.
It was late Into Thanksgiving morn
ing when ho went to bed. ltlggs went
a rnlnute. or two before —he had Just
Thanksgiving day was clear and
brisk and sun flooded. There was Joy
and thanksgiving In a thousand thous
and homes, and In the others—God pity
In Phillip Latimer’s home there was
a make-believe Thanksgiving.
Bigg, worked steadily and faithfully,
whistling ell the while. He arranged
the beautiful table with neat precision.
H# Ist in th# sunshln# upon the dalntv
flgM *p« allvsr Mil *h*y his
r«4l*bqA •>*-* Aht hurt thorn.
Th. fis*aw» qgttis shd wtfa’.sCTttng
afl ** ST, BBIIWP Htait thgft—At
Zap hVftr HMts *44 «*v
jGjjdvJftfWPrt st the Little Vn’a and
Setae .upclAio was ready.
gone out—l sec him goln’ a spell h K c.
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III# *« strifllu* right *!»ng with hi*
Hhttulflcr# <trc*<lfut kith and w|uarr He j
Riggs want bark tu the kit. hm and
I waited. Aa hnur past the tin*- apt*<tnt -,
• d he heard hla warier cwnlng In. and
Lordy. hirdv. If fb*-e- ain’t aumebndv
I with him! There waa—bark—O Lord.
Hill* vob*. Little wtcear
Itlgg* *t(*le nut Inio the hall and lla-
Lned with a Htartl-d fa-.
A Hultdurd i honot of .-gelled tittle
voice, reached him. and one of the oth
• tHej. easy. a U of you—don’t yau a—
| therr's flosrrs «jgt the* rgrygl? Ik* #
.■round ’em If y— can like I do. Thrir
won’t *maah. hut it don’t *eem right M
Step <>n ’em. There, while the kind;
man’t gone up stair*, you all llaten
me—l’m goln’ to talk."
Tha high. Imperative little voice "car
ried" easily H» Bigg*’ astonished
He heard every one of the *low word*
with pause*. !”<♦' empha*l# between
"Usten! If th«g*j'» butter —to your—
bread, don’t n<*aa o’ yon—look—*df
prised. «pr»>ad it on -klnd of—lndlfT
leni. If you can -If there’* turkey—"
"Turkey.” shrieked all the other little
"8h! he’ll hear you. If there’s—tur
liey— eat It alow a* If you'd always
.-at It altice you was iMirn. That * all.'
• But we ain’t aver eat It. Mlnervy
"Well, what If you ain't ever? Can’t
you make believe."
The *mal! feet shuffled about noisily.
Then th# motherly little voice began
"When it come* time, you go ahead.
Patsy-then you. H’lom*. then Grlaael.
I'm goto’ clear behind where I can
look at the rest of you every minute.
I’ll take the baby. 8h! the kind man’*
In th*- great,, hmjiant dining room
the strange Thanksgiving dinner Ih-kuii
and proceeded slawiy. Phillip T>atlm*r
sat «t llm head (*f the table, with the
stamp of Indelll(J« pain (.n hi* face, hut
he tilled and refilled all the little plate*,
with a steady hattd, and smiled down,
now and then. \>h the little rank and
file of beaming ‘‘see*.
The Other face* that looked up at him
out of the moiri, sweet flowers nn-1
shone dirtily In it he »htmmer of sunlit
silver and glaxs were smiling too—see,
renely, as they iuid smiled at him out
of the row of pictures in tho night.
That was not make believe.
FOR OVER 1 4 YEARS
Thl* highly meritorious pr*[)»ration h*«
stood &t the head of all hair rent/) rati veil.
More than 3,000.000 bottle* have been used
by the American people, and thousand)* of
testimonials bear tvltnaM te Ita exoeilonco,
while there W«M neeer any camplaiate
when dixeetijiu M»* followed.
SEVER SUTHERLAND SISTERS’
scarp 0 LEASER
is itw t ftHf sure. For tbam
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Inown from Naim to
Cilitornia at tha BEST
thai malarial and good
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n in on
H m %
(I. W Childs and tha Presses.
When th# Mo# perteetlay press#*
I wvrw tt(*! Wtmdti'ed and th# Ttm#u
I and th# Prcsa both adoptMl them, th#
agent, of course, offered them Ui th#
ledger, gays (h# Chicago Tlmes-ller
aid. Nan. next to hla riorka, Mr.
Childs re >*dees in hla prasses. Ylstturs
tn th# ledger building ware always
shown th#«n along with th# ether
sight*; they wer# kept a* aprekteaa
and aa shining aa ths engine# rut a
man-us-war. and each on# had Its
name—l'lyasp* K. Grant, At bony Prsg
Mr. Childs sent the agent |o a## the*#
prvvae*; then he nhowed bl'D th# day’s
paper. "Now," said he, "will ynur new
pres* enable u* tn print a belter paper
than a# do *tow?”
"It w 111 aav# you a great deal nf
money.” anawrred th# agent. "You
can print your paper quit* aa well with
half the force you have now."
"That Is not the question. Will the
new pn-s* enable u* to print a better
The agent was forced to confess thst
the typograph nf the Ledger could not
he Improved, but h>- expatiated at
length on the saving In labor hy the
use of the new pres*. "Why,” he said,
"you n-iU lie able to dispense with half
the men In your pressroom."
"Then,’’ Mr. Childs tnudo answer, "If
the only actual advantage which your
new press has over our old ones In that
It will enable us tn discharge half of
our forco I prefer to leave things as
they are. The Ledger makes a great
deni of money, and I d<* not car# to
make more by throwing these men out
of work. They and their families
would suffer; so I think it I* better to
keep our old presses."
Gallant Trooper Byrne.
A London ruble of Wednesday say*:
"Btldom has a Victoria cross been
tuore deservedly bestowed than thnt
gtanted today to Trooper Byrne of the
Twenty-third Lancers. He took part In
the magnificent charge of the ,'Mhi lan
cers on the 2000 Dervishes at the but
tle of Otndurman. He had his right
arm shattered by a bullet und racelved
a terrible sword cut on the head, owing
to which he was the last to emerge
I’rom the melee. A* he wus approach
ing hla company he heard Lieut. Moly
neaux. who had been unhorsed, coll
for assistance. The lieutenant. was
being attacked l>y hair u dozen Der
vishes. Without a moment's hesitation
the wounded trooper turned his horse
and rode, crippled «s h f ' was. straight
at the Dervishes, the charge knocking
two of them over. As a result of this
brave attack Byrne received another
severe spear wound, this time In the
breast. The heroic uct enabled the lieu
tenant to effect his escape, and, hav
ing saved the officer, the trooper, reel
ing in his saddle, galloped back to his
squadron. The spectacle of this sold
ier, crippled and practically helpless,
riding single-handed to attack six
Dervishes, back into the hell from
which he had Just emerged, to rescurs
his officer, was one of the bravest feats
of the entire Soudan campaign."
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