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Do you remember, Dick, old boy,
Wbou dinner we were churns, so long ago,
(hir one Thanksgiving Day?
Tho dinner with the pie, you know—
For at our college boarding house
The grub was rather stale and dry.
But ob! the dinner we built up
Around sweet arandmn Howard’s pie.
You know she sent the dear mlneo tart
**‘‘Just fora little homelike treat,”
And how we shouted when It camo!
For grandma’s pies were hard to boat.
And then such plana as we did lay—
Ah, we were happy, you and I—
For we would have a little spread
And build It around tho pie.
Our college mates across the hall
Should buy some bread and other stuff,
And with a roasted fowl from “Brown’s”
We’d have n feast—that Is, enough.
And so we had It—such a lark!
Old Barlow, Marks aud you and I,
For we bn fit up a lot of fun
Around that country-umde mince pie.
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few minutes. It
had been Thanks
giving Day, but
Thanksgiving Days
wore never happy ones to her. She
had, to bo sure, cooked cranberry
sauce. She had even had e piece of
pumpkin pie. But all this argued
nothing except that Miss Jocelyn had
a conventional streak in her nature
and wanted to be “like folks.” She
rose from her rocking chair and went
into the back room to put the kettle
on the fire. As she paused beside the
stove, she glanced up for a minute at
the gaudy calendar hanging over the
little table and realized with a start
that Thanksgiving Day this,year was
her birthday.
She was thirty-eight years old, and
as she looked back over her past each
year seemed like the past—lonely,
miserable and weary—aud looking into
the future, all was as desolate.
She had been born with u beautiful
straight body. She thought -of this
now with a pang of deep self-pity, for
when a child of five years sue had
been dropped by her mother, iu some
way injuring her spine. Thus she
had been deformed aud crippled for
life.
How like a bad dream had been her
girlhood! Crushed mid beaten, she
grew up bitter, silent and morose,
with nothing ever to give her any joy,
no bright spot in all her weary days.
Then her mother, to whom she had
always been a grief and mortification,
had died, and Miss Joaelyn.oould still
feel the thrill of relief which shot
through her when she realized it.
After that she had been enabled to set
up this little shop. Tkeu she had
been only twenty, but old and .care
worn.
What, indeed, had she to be {hank
ful for? Tlieu the little bell jingled.
A fat,rosy-checked boy enteredand de
tnanded a stick of lemon candy. Miss
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Jocelyn took down the glass jar and
satisfied his desire.
After he left she drew her wooden
rocking-chair, with its worn straw seat, and
and lace tidy, nearer the stove
continued ber knitting.
On the corner by the old cigar store
the newsboys gathered. It was their
regular place of meeting, where they
settled their little disputes and dis
cussed bnsiness and tbe events of the
day. Now they were talking very
earnestly and loud about what ap-
The ronsted fowl was quite antique
And taxed our boasted muscle well;
The Jokes wo made were Just as old
l And some would hardly do to tell.
But we enjoyed It heartily
And soon our merriment ran high,
When you. with solemn mien, declared
“We’ll now proceed to carve the pie.”
No need of muscle had you thon,
For never was a crust more light,
And as you cut the four great arcs
We gazed at you with awed delight.
Then for a moment no one spake,
I think you will remember why—
Our They talk muchlnes built up—around were occupied, the plo.
were
And rb I ate, l seemed to see
Donr granny’s face, so fair and kind,
Aud gentle home thoughts boyish took mind. tho place
Of sport within my
And we all felt the spell, I think,
Without exactly knowing why,
And loving, manly thoughts were built
Around that donr Tnanksgiving pie.
—Myrtle Koou Cherryrann.
I peared to be a most important ques
ting wearily on tho platform which
supported a fierce Indian brandishing
aloft a tomahawk. He was huddled
up together, cluc.thinghis newspapers.
The matter stood thus: The news
boy had formed a union, and no one
outside was allowed to sell papers in
that part of the city, so they were
trying to keep the poor little hunch
back from disposing of his stock.
“No, it ain’t no use talkin’, Gin
us yer papers,” said Mike Flynn, ad
vancing threateningly.
“Yous leave me alone!”—fiercely—
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in this part of the town, and, after a
few more words which fell heedlessly
on the hoy’s ears, the crowd left.
He -stood up a moment after they
had gone ami called bravely, “Herald,
Journal! All about the murder!” in
a voice which quavered pitifully. No
one heeded the small, misshaped
figure, -shivering in its thin jacket.
The lights were beginning - to burn ,
one , by one, aud , every body , , was hurry
Billy sharp i -sob , of despair, _ .1 j
g*vo a
; *’ lu ^ sea ^ e( ^ himself ewi tho platform
again, hugging his useless papers.
Be leaned his tired head against the
wooden Indian, and clasped one little
thiu arm around that worthy’s legs.
Suddenly the proprietor of the store
appeared in tho doorway, and, fear
ing to be sent off, Billy raised him
self .aud moved on. He paused in
front .of Miss Jocelyn’s window and
pressed his face against the pane.
Miss Jocelyn moved to the window
to look out, and saw the pale face,
with the bright eyes, peering ia.. She
opened the door, drawing her little
black worsted shawl closer about her
thin shoulders.
“Do you want to buy anything?* his ^
she said. He slowly shook head.
“Are yon cold?”
He nodded,
“Come in, then, and get warm by
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hi« Lis wUHnl* wistful faoe faoI P tonobed ton e h d her, b and V bis
deformity, v, like ber own, app*9*\od
to her strMjgely. He followed her in
and stood warming his bltto little
hands, while she went on knitting.
He looked aronnd with delight at the
jars of candy on the shelves, the slate
pencils, pnper, toys and other fascinat
ing things, and then he was struck
with un idea.
“Ef I sing fer yer, will yer gimme
a stick of that yer red candy?” he
asked shyly, shuttling his feet on the
door and looking up at her.
“Yes; let’s bear you.”
“Miss Jocelyn laid down her knit
ting. He clasped his hands behind
him, tossed back his mass of bright,
golden hair, which clung in close
curls to his face, and began to sing.
He was not a pretty child. His
face was rather old and elfish; but he
had beautiful hair and gleaming blue
eyes. As ho sang, ho seemed almost
angelic.
The melody, sweet and clear and
loud, came evenly through his parted
lips and drew Miss Jocelyn’s heart to
him. Jt was an old street song that
he sang, but he made it beautiful.
When the last note died away he
looked at hbr, half eagerly, half-qu6s- climbing
tioningly. She rose and,
the ladder, lifted the jar down with
trembling fingers and poured the con
tents into his hands. He looked up,
with sparkling eyes, and began to
suck a stick with an ecstatic expres
sion.
“What’s your name?” said Miss
Jocelyn. replied with his
“Billy Blair,” he
mouth full.
“Where’s your mother?”
“Ain’t gotjnone,” he answered care
lessly, lifting up a stick and looking
at it fondly, with one eye shut.
“Where’s your father?” continued
Miss Jocelyn nervously.
“Ain’t got'none,” said he, jauntily
biting off a big piece of the sweet stick
in his hand,
“Ain’t you had any Thanksgiving
dinner to-day?”
“Nope—only but this.” He point
ed to the candy.
A red spot came on each of Miss
Jocelyn’s cheeks. She rubbed her
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candy—forgot everything but what
she was saying,
To live in that bewitching shop, with
the little bell over the door, which
tinkled when any one came in; with
the window full of such interesting
things, and tHe crowded shelves!
Never to have to go tired, hungry and
cold through the streets singing, or
selling newspapers for a living! He
could not believe it.
“Oh, yer foolin’ me!” he said in
credulously, but when she assured
him again, with tears in her eyes,
that she meant every word, his face
work ® d Pitifully, and with shining
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neither she nor Billy had eaten a
Thanksgiving dinner. So she invited
in several of the neighboring shop
keepers aud spread iu her back room
such a feast as her young protege had
never seen before.
That night Mies. Jocelyn stole into
the next room, and, carefully shading
the candle, looked down upon the lit
He figure lying or (the mattress. His
eyes .were closed. His mass of tan
igolden hair lay on the pillow,
an d one dirty lifctie .hand was still
clute–aing a pepperuait'Stick.
She lifted a curl wihk awe. and then
half-shamefacedly kissed it Here
was something at last 4o love and to
keep an«d to caress and ffa be thankful
for. Her heart almosthuret with hap
piness, smd kept for oace a glorious
Thanksgiving Day.
A Beautiful Design.
A circular dinner-board of a recent
Thauksgiving was decorated with
golden-browit crysanthemums. These
were tied together iu rope-fashion,
a ud wandered over the table, wreath
ing the largest dishes and the centre
piece of lusciouc fruits.
A juTenii* PiiiUufhfoput.
Mother— No, Tommy, you mustn't
have any more turkey. I’m afraid it
Tommy— Well, if folks t n A'a didn a t get .
i k he dOCt ^ r * bave
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The Day of the Feast.
Deftly she dresses the tnrkey,
Hho carefully murmurs stnlTs a song the of fowl—and joy, thon
–be
Bhe recklessly stuffs her boy.
—Chicago Tribune.
In the Darn Yard.
First Turkey—“How common-look
ing that turkey over there is. He
hasn’t the least notion of style.”
Second Turkey—‘‘Don’t bother
about that, Thanksgiving is soon
here. Then he’ll be well dressed.”
A Lesson For Our Young Headers.
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Johnny ate at dinner-time more
than was go^d. for him, lie and when he
went to bed at night had a most
terrible dream about himself. Good
children always get up from the table
with an appetite.—Judge.
A Mercenary Satisfaction.
“I suppose you will enjoy your
Thanksgiving dinner.'”
‘Til enjoy several of ’em,” answered
the complacent citizen.
‘‘Not all at once?”
“Yes. I run a poultry farm.”
Repartee in the Kitchen,
“Hello, Impudence,” said the Tur
key to the Cranberry. call
“Why do you me that?” de
manded the Cranberry, flushing up.
“Because you are sauce,” retorted
the Turkey, aud the Pumpkin Pie
laughed so hard he broke his crust.—
Harper’s Bazar.
The Happy Medium.
Seek quality; not quantity;
Again wo have tho warning;
We moat enjoy tho fowl that’s small—
■Just large enough, with none at all
Left over for next morning.
Foresight.
“Tommy,” said the teacher, “do
you know what the word foresight
means?”
“Yes’m.”
“Can you give me an illustration?”
“Yes’m.”
“You may do so.”
“Last night my mamma told the
doctor he might as well call around
aud see me Thanksgiving night.”—
Washington Star.
A Youthful Pessimist,
“I don’t see,” grumbled Bobby,
“how any one can expect a little boy
to be thankful on Thanksgiving Day,
with lots of good things to eat, and
all his front teeth out.”
A Ooubtftll Question.
Papa—“Well, Billy, what are you
the most thankful for to-day?”
Billy—“I don’t know if I’m the
thaukfulest ’cos I ain’t a girl or ’cos
I ain’t a turkey.”
An Elaborate Occasion.
“How fragrant the atmosphere is!”
exclaimed the young woman.
“Yes,” replied Mrs. Cumrox; “a
friend suggested that it would be nice
to have a colonial Thauksgiving, so I
sent right down town for a gallon of
Cologne and some atomizers.”
Irredeemably Unpleasant.
“There is no man alive,” said the
off-hand moralist, “who can’t find
something lo be thankful for.”
•“Yes,” replied the confirmed cynic,
“I suppose that as a sharer in the
common destiny of tho human race I
ought to be thankful to see so many
other people thankful.”
'Another Cnuse Far Thanks.
“Are you going to have Aunt Peev
ish for Thanksgiving, mamma?" asked
shseS®* “£ t this dear” aud the
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young Ltrv° .hopeful P joyfully 1 7 7 made another
An Ax to Grind.
All tUcfall they teed tbe turkey.
Till lie’s almost had enough.
But he learns their motive only
WheavtUey cry, “Xou’re just the stuff 1 .”
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Beatimr the Record.
“Mrs. Crumpton made her husband
a pumpkin pie four inches thick.”
“What was that for?”
“She wanted to get ahead of the
pumpkin pies his Aunt Maria up in
Maine used to make.”
GEORGIA NEWS ITEMS
Happenings In the State of Inter
esting Import,
State Fair Premiums.
A tabulated list has just been made
out showing the amount of premiums
that the recent state fair in Atlanta
paid to exhibitors. The list is a re
markable one in every respect and
goes to prove conclusively the great
success the fair achieved.
When the local board took hold of
the state fair they guaranteed to pay
$15,000 in premiums, including racing
purses of $5,000. From time to time
additions were made to the original
list of awards, which swelled this
amount considerably. When the fair
was drawing to a close, it was found
that the amount due preminm winners
was $18,573.75. or #3,573.7fi more
than had been guaranteed. These
premiums were distributed among the
several departments as follows:
Dept. A —Agriculture. ...,..,....$3,064 8,540 00 00
Dept. B—Cattle, sheep andswlfie'...
Dept. C—Dairy and apiary........ 355 00
Dept. D—Horses, colts, mules aud
ponies............ ... ...... 6,312 f.O
Dept. I—Education................ 575 00
Dept. K—Horticulture and flori
culture .-........................ 29 0
Dept. I,—Poultry and pet stock.... 1,135 00
Dept. M—Fine arts 490 00
......
Dept. ST—Woman’s work . 621 25
Dept. O—NegroeS’work. . 2,412 00
Total $18,573 73
As soon as the fair closed the money
was in readiness for the exibitors.
They were not asked to wait an in
stant and all they had to do was to
apply for their awards and a check was
handed them.
On Saturday, the last day of the
fair, $14,500, or $500 less than was
originally guaranteed, was paid out.
The only reason that the full amount
of $18,573.45 not being paid was that
exhibitors did not call for their money.
In addition to this fact, every debt
the fair owed was paid promptly on
presentation of the bill.
A like showing was never made by
any state fair ever held in the south.
The premiums paid out by the fair
went to all parts of the country.
Against Rrolillyition Bill.
At a called meeting of the Augusta
city council to take action on the Wil
lingham bill, pending in the state sen
ate, resolutions were adopted declar
ing that the bill is extreme, unneces
sary and hurtful. That its passage
will mark the abandonment of wise
and conservative legislation and inau
gurate an era of law breaking which
follows enactments not upheld by pub
lic sentiment.
Llqnor Ruled Out.
The Brunswick city council at a re
cent meeting refused to grants license
for the sale cf liquor on the fair
grounds, and the privilege recently
sold by the fair officials had to be
called in. The matter has been the
subject of a prolonged fight for and
against and council’s action ended it.
Fitzgerald To Have Big Factory.
At a largely attended meeting at
Fitzgerald the past week, it was de
cided to erect a $60,000 cotton mill in
the town. More than half the capital
stock lias been subscribed and the
balance is in sight. W. R. Bowen
was elected temporary president, and
■will at once proceed with the prelim
inary arrangements.
Condition of Channel at Brunswick.
Unofficially it is known that the
United States coast and geodetic sur
vey engineers have found that there
is the following cannel on the Bruns
wick bn, viz: A channel 150 feet
wide at narrowest point, over twentv
five feet deep and a channel 250 feet
wide at the narrowest point, over
twenty-four feet deep. These depths
are at mean high tide. The survey
ors have left for Washington and tlieir
report will be submitted at an early
date.
Emory Roys Dissatisfied.
Although no organized action has
been taken by Emory college students
iu regard to the recent meeting of the
Georgia Intercollegiate Oratorical As
sociation held in Atlanta, there is a
strong undercurrent of resentment in
the college body because of the turn
taken in affairs on that occasion. It
is held by the student body and the
large number of citizens of Oxford
that attended the contest that Mr. Co
mer M.Woodward, Emory's represent
ative, eclipsed his fellow contestants
both in matter aud delivery and should
by right have been aivardedthe medal.
Interest Centers In Senate.
The eyes of the state are on the sen
ate, and interest will remain centered
upon the upper house until some action
has been taken on the Willingham
bill.
Fulton Farmers Organize.
At a meeting held in Atlanta last
Saturday, citizens of Fulton county
perfected the organization of a county
farmers’ institute, the object of which
■will be the further development of
agricultural and educational interests
of Fulton county.
State Health Hoard Probable.
Following the recommendation of
Governor Candler in his message to
the legislature for the establishment
of a state board of health, there is
every probability that the house will
regard with favor the bill by Mr.Speer
of Sumter, which was introduced at the
first of the session. The measure
originally provided for a health board
of seven officers, but the substitute
agreed on at the last meeting of the
committee on hygienic and sanitation
provides for the appointment of a sin
gle commissioner of health with a sal
ary of $2,000 a year. The need for a
state board of health was empbaized
during the past summer, when the
governor was forced to call on the
surgeon general of the marine hospital
at Washington for aid.
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Report of Memorial Board.
The report of the Georgia state me
morial board, which has just been is
sued, is of great interest in showing
the character of the work done by this
state on the Chickamauga battle field.
The report is signed by all the mem
bers of the commission who have so
ably discharged their duty, General
J. McIntosh Kell, Captain W. S. Ev
erett, Colonel James Boynton, Major
Joseph Cummiugs aud Gordon Lee.
In addition to the one large monu
ment on the historic battle field which
has been dedicated to the Geprgia sol
diers who fought there, the memorial
board has been instrumental in the
erection of fifty-live battle monuments,
erected to the valor of the state’s sons.
The report of the board is a complete
one and does credit to the nieu who
have had the work at Chickamauga in
charge.
DEWEY IS ANffiRED.
Admiral. Bitterly Resents Criti
cism imposed Upon Him and
is Greatly Grieved.
A Washington dispatch says: Ad
miral Dewey is deeply grieved as a
result of the criticism of his course in
giving away his homo, and in an inter
view’ he says he is cut to the quick
and feels as if he wobld prefer to go
on the retired list, and leave this
country, ‘There is not one who de
fends me,” is bis cry. “The people
who done the most for me two months
ago seem to be my bitterest enemies. ’’
The intensity of tho feeling against
him is shown by the fact that the bio
graph managers have had to take his
pictures off the plates, as they met
with such adverse reception.
His home is flooded with letters and
telegrams. He says they are insult
ing and humiliating.
As deep as the resentment was to
him, it does not begin to be as deep
as it is to his wife. It may be unchi
valric to put all the blame on the
woinau, but the idea has taken root
hero among many that it was only
upon the advice of a vain and foolish
woman that he consented to part with
the gift the people gave him. Appalled
at the consequences of the act, Mrs.
Dewey has given the home to the son,
and it is understood t hat she will re
fuse to live in it any longer than it
will take to get into her own house.
Unfortunately the idea has become
fixed in the minds of the people that
the transfer was with the understand
ing that Mrs. Dewey would, in time,
give the house to the Roman Catholic
church which has been anxious for
some timeto acquire it as a parsonage.
She is a Catholic convert, which mag
nified the part she might have played
in the transfer and to accentuate the
feeling against her.
The resentment against Dewey per
sonally has given way to regret and
sincere pity.
SENATE HAS THE BILL.
Georgia Prohibition Measure Read
In Upper House and Referred
to Committee.
An Atlanta dispatch says: The Wil
lingham prohibition bill reached the
senate Friday morning at 10:35 o’clock.
It was read for the first time and will
go to the committee on temperance.
The report of the committee on tem
mittee will bo favorable, according to
the forecast made by the friends of
the measure, and will be upon the bill
direct.
Both sides are confident of winning
and yet everything is being conducted
in a quiet aud unostentatious manner.
The lines are beginning to be tightly
drawn and the forces are drawing closer
for the impending fray.
That the fight will be au open one
and fierce, is generally conceded by
prominent members of both side , who
are of the opinion that when the last
card has been played and the results
announced, both the friends of the
bill and the opponents, will have the
satisfaction of knowing-that they con
tended strongly for their convictions.
The two senate factions are working
to improve every moment of the time
between now and the day the vote is
to be polled on tho merits of the bill.
Those who are committed are, of
course, at work for their side, but
those who have declined to commit
themselves and who appear to be un
decided and wavering, are being urged
to determine their choice and to begin
work.
The fight is lining up rapidly, and
the lines are being strictly and severe
ly drawn. The battle is to be the bit
terest and most stubborn that has ever
been fought in the senate, but unlike
the tactics employed by the house,
there will be no filibustering, so the
leaders on both sides declare, and
there will be no attempt made to delay
the vote.
GIFFE WANTS DAMAGES.
Chattanooga Man Files Suit Against Pen
sion Coimriis-ioner Evans.
Thomas Giffe, a citizen of Chatta
nooga, Tenn., has filed a suit for $25,
000 damages against Commissioner of
Pensions H. Clay Evans.
Giffe was one of tbe pension attor
neys whom Evans had disbarred for
alleged crookedness, Giffe alleges
that his disbarment was a personal
matter. Commissioner Evaus denies
the statement.