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Well knowing what's von by pursuing
Hut adds to the sum of our cares
From morning to morning be labor.
Are nothing wheu once they are won
No one thing Is worthy our worship.
And all things when clasped in the hand
Are naught but the signs o the music.
The symphony only is grand
The manna that falls in the desert.
The drv dusty desert of strife.
Is sweeter than fruit to whose growing
We ve given the years of our life
The iov is in building the temple.
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A Of the perfect one heard in the stream.
in vain through the volumes of wisdom
We seek for the blissful and to
The soft lisping accents of childhood
Set all of Ood's kingdom -glow
Youth, manhood, seek ever the jewel
Of freedom with nope-kindled J
Age finds it to laugh at its lust^ r
And resign it, a comfortless p
Till JACKSOI ARGUS.
The bud that escapes 11s when searching
The bush for its promises sweet
Goes straight to the heart with its blooming.
And the instant is all but complete
Those things that are won by pursu.ng
But add to the sum of our cares.
We thank Thee. O Father of Mercy.
For the blessings that come unawares
CHARLES ECUENE BANKA
into an ominous, leaden mass.
I Miss Emerson, the teacher, now
•‘boarding 'round" at the Starr farm
looked at the first flakes as she would
have looked at any other personal en
emies. had they come floating down to
darken the clear skies of her prom.sed
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Starr for a little turkey, nicely roast
ed? a mince pie. a glass of plum jam
and a loaf of bread to donate to the
and a ioai Sharpsburg
biff feast to be tfiven me j .. Th
WVt e 'ws' n ße*t" t on t this Thanksgiving
iVv sh. wished the little gray clonds
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Is the talk of the people who visit our Store daily. If you
haven’t been here during this Sale come at once and get your
share of the Bargains we are offering. If you wear dresses,
come and get one from us at Half the Regular Price. But if you
don’t wear dresses, we will sell you a Suit of Clothes at New
York Cost I
Remember we sell Anything and Everything at ACTUAL COST!
Now is the chance of your life to buy Goods Cheaper than ever
known in Jackson. Don’t miss his Sale, but come direct to our
Store, buy what you want and go home as Others do deiigted with
your purchases. Ycur Friends,
THOMPSON BROS., Prop's. White Store.
had kept to their first inclination to
scatter before the shining sun.
Augusta King was going She was a
cousin-in-law vho kept, and enjoyed
keeping, the stalwart Starr boys in a
state of feud She was big, beautiful,
vain, and something of an heiress.
Miss Emerson had. with amusement,
not unmixed with indignation, silently
watched this little comedy-pastoral,
'The Rivals." Her quick sympathies
went out to Giles Starr, the elder broth
er, a tall, splendid vouth. with the
■orso of a ffladiator that held the heart
of a woman. For the daring, lawless,
handsome younger brother she instinct
ively reserved her dislike, turning on
the faucet of the fountain of worded
disfavor at every aggressive attention
offered her by Valentine Starr
Augusta's basket hail been officiously
carried by both brothers to the snowy
platform, where, when it was properly
signaled, the “local accommodation" to
Sharpsburgh. which lay thirty miles to
the north, stopped to take on passen
gers. The railroad officials had pre
pared for the day's extra trafiic by add
ing four passenger coaches to the usual
complement that, once a day. plied
between Madison and Sharpsburgh on
the rather rusty little narrow-gauge
It chanced that when, at Yal's sig
nal, the train stopped, the engineer,
put at fault by the unusual length of
his following, slowed up only as the
last —and empty —car drew alongside
the platform. With a gay laugh at
their utter isolation. Augusta, when
aboard, began talking to Val. who sat
beside her. in low. confidential tones,
and laughing in loud, maddening j
roulades, the better to incense poor
Giles, who, worm of the dust that he
was, turned, at last, and hggan a con
versational attack upon Miss Emerson.
He even sat down opposite her. with |
his back to his brother and Augusta, j
JACKSON, GA., THUSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1894.
aud made a successful pretense 01 Dat
ing forgotten their existence.
Miss Emerson’s pity for the worm,
whose squirming she alone saw, drove
her headlong into channels of argu
mentative harangue, where the waves
were strong and the waters frightfully
deep. To her gratification and sur-
WITH A BOUND SHE WAS ON HER FEET.
prise, Giles plunged after her and
swam as a swimmer does who knows
his strength and joys in the exhil
She had never talked to him in just
this way, and to hold her own in the
under-tow through which his mascu
line mind buffeted its way with mas
terly ease brought the pink to her
cheeks and the light to her eyes.
Again the train stopped, and Mrs.
Bassett and her daughter, Matilda,
lumbered into the second coach ahead.
Augusta, observing her, and wishing to
summarily punish Giles for his daring
insubordination, loudly declared her
intention of going to Matilda. Bid
ding Val follow with her basket. Miss
King, with a sharp glance of snapping
black eyes that was lost upon Giles,
flounced up the aisle and out of the
From the Bassett farm to the next
probable stopping place was a stretch
of nearly ten miles; beyond this farms
and villages began to thicken, and
slowing up would be the order of the
As if ignorant of Augusta's desertion,
Giles took up the thread of conversa
tion where it had dropped, and began
so brave a winding of it upon so mani
festly pitiable a reel of good intention,
that Miss Emerson figuratively reached
forth and took it from him.
In her kindly hands, and in the light
of her sparkling, generous mood, the
gossamer thread shone and glistened
and changed color He listened with
ears deafening themselves to the sar
casm of a strident voice, and* looked at
her with eyes from whose lenses faded
the image of a saucy, buxom beauty
Miss Emerson wound on and cn.
Onee over Giles' square sh wider she
saw Yal's face peering in at them from
the outside platform. A demoniacal
grin warped his handsome features,
which disappeared an instant later,
It was not noticeable At first. Giles’
sweet responsivity, his gentle willing
ness to be consoled and entertained bj
her, shut out all lesser sensations, rt
was only when, feeling- the train
slacken in speed, she lifted her eyes
and peered over Giles’ shoulder, that
she discovered it. With a bound she
was upon her feet, her hand grasping
the arm of the man before her.
“What is it. Miss Emerson?” asked
Giles, unable to read between the
frowning lines at the meeting of her
“What is it?” she echoed—“ Valentine
Starr!" and she looked toward the
place where his dark, bright, malevo
lent face last shadowed the frosty
pane. Giles followed her glance with
his own and cried out in astonishment.
The coach, in which they were being
slowly brought to a standstill, had
been uncoupled, the rope detached and
themselves left to do what they might
under the exasperating circumstances.
“Well, I’ll be
“No, you'll not! You shan’t be any
thing I can’t be—and I won't be that!"
laughed Miss Emerson, a bit hysteric
ally. “Oh, Giles, I’m so sorry —for—
“Sorry for me? Say, don’t you be that
now I haven't heard a word you’ve
been saying for the last half hour”—
Miss Emerson may be excused for
wincing slightly at this stunningly
honest confession—“but I’ve been doing
better 'n listening. I’ve been making
up my mind. All the while your soft,
bright voice was seeming to blow little
rainbow bubbles through the air I
was building scales out of my heart
and soul to weigh two women in.”
Giles stopped and looked dreamily
out at the floating flakes that swirled,
and danced, and shot up again in the
wind, as though settling with their fel
lows on the soft, pure levels below were
the last of their intentions.
The snowstorm shut the two occu
pants of the coach into a little world of
their own. No landmarks were dis
cernible —their whereabouts a mystery
neither of them was in a hurry to solve.
“And you weighed them—with
mental, moral, physical or spiritual
“You're laughing at me!” cried the
young man, turning to face a counte
nance wreathed in smiles; but what he
dreaded he did not find. He met, in
stead. a pair of -<the sweetest humid
blue ej'es in the world, their long
lashes moist, their dark pupils dilat
"Laughing at you? Can't you see
I'm—l'm crying at you? O Giles!"
“You've guessed it. then? You —”
“Giles, don't accredit me with that
much wisdom I teach school —but
only the primary grades; and as for
higher mathematics, I couldn't solve the
problem of any man's heart —not even if
He gave me r for the unknown quanti
ty. Oh, dear —”
“The widows —”
“Confound the widows!”
“I'll do nothing of the sort. And l
consider it heartless of you to ask it of
“Oh. lxither the widows, then! Miss
OPENING THE DONATION BASKET.
“I used all the weights you men
tioned. I reckon.”
"Physically, someone I’ve been a
dumb fool about got it; but other
‘.‘lt balanced in favor of a mite of a
woman with blue eyes, who blows
rainbow bubbles —”
“You did that sum pretty quick. Miss
Emerson. I should think higher
mathematics wouldn’t be any trouble
to you whatever.”
“Now, you're laughing at me, Giles
Starr! Well, laugh, then! But remem
ber you have yet your own problem to
“I've solved—and proved it,” and
Giles’ voice grew tender and serious.
“Proved it by such kindness as I never
received before; proved it by your
sweet sympathy and your tears—O,
Miss Emerson —”
“1 think, Giles,” breaks in a soft,
happy voice, “if you are so sure of the
correctness of your solution, that
‘Mary’ would be much more appropri
For three cold, halcyon hours they
watched fora sign of rescue, hoping for
its delay Mary told Giles the simple
story of her life, of its ambitions, of its
loneliness At noon they opened the
donation basket, and ate their Thanks
giving dinner as mortals might eat who
are permitted to dine with the gods.
And when, at last, an engine snorted
importantly toward them through the
shimmering obscurity of snow, they
asked to be taken back to the farm,
and not on to Sharpsburgh, where a
baffled beauty had passed the day in
giving anything but thanks.
And Wan Detained.
Mme. Gobbler—My children, I have
sad news for you
The Little Gobblers- What?
Mme Gobbler (breaking into sobs)
Your poor, dear father attended a
Thanksgiving dinner yesterday.—Chi
Cause for Thankfulness.
Shanghai—Everyone has something
to be thankful for, if he only stops to
Gosling— What have we, pray?
Shanghai—That Thanksgiving cornea
hut once a year.—Brooklyn Life,
ORIGIN OF THANKSGIVING.
The date of the first observance of
this distinctively American institution
has been a matter of some dispute A
writer in an exchange has been to
some trouble to ascertain the facts and
states them as follows;
The first observance of a day of
thanksgiving, formally recommended
by the civil authorities, occurred in
Leyden, Holland, October 3, 1575, it
being the first anniversary of the de
liverance of that city from siege.
In July, 1623, a day of fasting and
prayer was appointed on. account of
drought. Rain came abundantly while
they were praying, and the governor
appointed a day of thanksgiving which
was observed with religious exercises.
The Charlestown records show a sim
ilar change of fast day into Thanks
giving in 1631, on account of the ar
rival of supplies from Ireland.
Dr Franklin tells us that in a time
of great despondency among the set
tlers of New England it was proposed
in one of their public meetings to pro
claim a fast. An aged farmer rose and
spoke of their provoking heaven with
their complaints, and of the cause
they had for thanksgiving He then
made a motion that instead of appoint
ing a day of fasting, they should ap
point a day of thanksgiving The
assembly readily agreed
Massachusettes Bay was the first of
the colonies to appoint an annual
thanksgiving by the proclamation of
the English governor During the revo
lution Thanksgiving day wasa national
institution, being annually recom
mended by congress, but after the gen
eral Thanksgiving for peace in 1784
there was no national appointment un
til 1789, when Washington, by request
of congress, recommended a day of
Thanksgiving for the adoption of the
constitution. Washington issued a sec
ond proclamation of Thanksgiving in
1795 on account of the suppression of
insurrection. President Madison, by
the request of congress, recommended
a Thanksgiving for peace in 1815. But
the official recommendation of a day
for the giving of thanks was mainly
confined to New England until the
year 1817, after which date it was regu
larly appointed by the governor of
New York. In 1855 Gov Johnson, of
Virginia, recommended a day of
thanksgiving; but in 1857 Gov. Wise,
• when requested to do so, publicly de
clined, on the ground that he was not
authorized to interfere in religious
matters. During the civil war, in 1863
and 1864, President Lincoln Issued
proclamations recommending annual
Thanksgivings. Since then a procla
mation has been issued annually by the
president as well as by the governors
of the states and the mayors of the
principal cities. Custom fixes the time
as the last Thursday in November.
It is well for us all to pause a little
in the mad whirl of business or work
or pleasure, and think of the blessings
which have crowned the year, and lift
up our hearts in special thanksgiving.
A Wise Plan.
First Boy—We always spend Thanks
giving at my grandmother’s in the
Second Boy—What for?
First Boy-rOh, I don’t know. So
we’ll have lots of good things to be
thankful for, I guess.—Good New*.