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MO o fib. '-a I, ■I O fi V n I I J \,m ffl / tli| m Mm / ' 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. te. :-- 4 \K * w X X t. V *< *'» JOEEfcYH'S THANKSBIVIHE IKED after an ex WA hausting day, Miss ■ 4 ^ny. J Jocelyn sighed ^ ^ wearily, Rten ^y aud clip ceased k, T- le .n LL TL 'jsRyivp ting needles for a 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 jjta\ ffV AM u — S–s m 0< V,//' tl ^J| Vl * m Ml I [I '(// Ju|li THE FEAST TK THE PACK ROOM. 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— “I ain’t doin’ no harm--” Then pap 7 i s J !; I V* t) i -i mm I 1 1 –» Iff /■ mu if. m ! § li ■?! il 1 : iH ib NS I f I m if/XrY y ■ m 1 ! M \ 5b Cl A V: M -V •t ^2 3U>\ h i ■* % – m a i 'i « i 7 X>. £ V>- h^HnmUvered rsgsfs* mTifnut ied aud | . t i yer needn t belmyiu anymore papers 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 tbe stove." b O, . , , fc herBe , , 1 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 – 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 -err 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 ! Th Thanksgiving, fc - —Judge. Thanksgiving ' li St*- (tin/ Wa 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. 3m# ijt* jg* §§§yf 2k J* •VvCT s > 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 c vear 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 .” A JFew TliunkftKiving; JBouuctU. ■m h . — y/fl ix’, ik. Jf,. X «• p v — 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. * * * 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.