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eight pages. VOL XXII .i ji.ii 6LE 3 %% *l | thrink Tliol O unawares. 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. Thc lubstar.ce t. *?%££; . sr . na that we sing lut tne et u 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 VSTORYOf^piANKSGiVING.* 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 | and y t °t Wom Miss Bme™. *.™ sisr* 4 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 THAI 515,000 COST W % STILL ITT FORCE .A.T • fifl wif lit ] &r~VP tgr t-j—cy ty tr^V" sy~^y~qy~ty 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 arating sport. 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 coach. 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 day 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, and then— 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 delicate brows. “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— you!” “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 weights, Giles—which?” “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 ing. "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 —” ‘ “What?” “The widows —” “Confound the widows!” “I'll do nothing of the sort. And l consider it heartless of you to ask it of me." “Oh. lxither the widows, then! Miss Emerson?” “Well?” OPENING THE DONATION BASKET. “I used all the weights you men tioned. I reckon.” “Well?” "Physically, someone I’ve been a dumb fool about got it; but other ways—” “Yes?” ‘.‘lt balanced in favor of a mite of a woman with blue eyes, who blows rainbow bubbles —” “Giles!” “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 solve.” “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 ate than—” “Mary—my darling!” 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. Eva Best 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 cago Record. Cause for Thankfulness. Shanghai—Everyone has something to be thankful for, if he only stops to think Gosling— What have we, pray? Shanghai—That Thanksgiving cornea hut once a year.—Brooklyn Life, OFFICIAL ORGAN. 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 country. 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*. NO 49