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FITZGERALD, GEORGIA.
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Fifty years ago Austria had seven
cities with more than 20,000 inhabit¬
ants; to-day there are thirty-two.
Some fish exhibit great power of in-
duranoe when deprived of access to
their native element. Thus it is a
common practice in Holland to keep
carp alive for three weeks or a mouthy
the fish being placed in wet moss and
kept in a cool spot.
The Kentucky State Horse-Swappers
Convention mot in Coviugton recently
*o the number of 2000 or more. One
man brought twenty-five horses and
announced his intention to swap every
horse three times before the conven¬
tion’s three days' session was over.
The French are gradually coming to
the conclusion that their provincialism
or self-sufficient ignorance of foreign
countries is responsible for their in¬
ability to compete industrially with
the English and Germans. A number
of articles with this text have been
printed lately.
Next to that of the British Museum
the largest collection of birds’ eggs is
that belonging to a lawyer named
Nehr Korn, in Braunschweig, Ger-
many. He intends soon to issue a
catalogue of his collection, with fifty
colored plates, depicting the most
valuable specimens, many of which are
unique.
Vegetables are being dried now in
California, like apples and other fruit
Seven pounds of potatoes weigh one
pound when dried and other vegeta¬
bles shrink in weight correspondingly.
Onions, carrots and potatoes are the
vegetables used most now, hut the in¬
dustry will, it is expected, develop
greatly.
The most awkward man in the
world without doubt lives in Ten¬
nessee. He recently shot a dog and
in explaining the accident to the dog’s
owner shot him. Later, in showing
how the tragedy occurred, he shot the
Coroner. He has been liberated now
for fear he will try to explain it to
somebody else.
Charles E. Vest, who has spent most
■of the year in Alaska, is training dogs
for use in the Klondike region next
spring. Mr. Vest has twenty-five
dogs at a farm near Portland, Ole.,
and says he believes that lie will be
able to make two round trips between
Dyea and Dawson before the Yukon is
open for navigation.
Au English thread manufacturer—•
H. Crawford, by name—now in Ore¬
gon, has urged the farmers of that
to grow flax, which, he says,
yield a better return than
or hay. The Oregon flax, Mr.
Crawford says, is in every particular
equal to the best grades grown in Ire¬
for which he pays from $250 to
$500 per ton.
Harrowgate, Yorkshire, England, is
to possess in its new baths the
perfect - , , baths of c any now extant. , ,
addition to the pump room, winter
Turkish and Russian baths,
there are inhalation rooms with a
water fountain and a pulveri¬
room, where medicated waters
be applied to the nose, eyes, etc.
cost of erection was $600,000.
Tubal Cain is an iron master who
long been known in history, but
claims to publio recognition
been somewhat overlooked. But
iron masters of Pittsburg are tak¬
up subscriptions for the purpose
erecting a statue to his memory
near the head waters of
Ohio River, This statue will be
effigy of the great father of smiths,
will be much larger than the
of Liberty of New York Har¬
It will be hollow with a large
of lights, which will illumin¬
the surrounding region for many
,_
To throw cold water on a thing may
result in improving rather
marring the result. The metal¬
department of the Sheffield
School is said to have
a problem of long standing,
why a piece of red hot steel
plunged in water suddenly be¬
flint hard, by ascribing this
uot to a shock whioh drives the
of the steel into oloser con¬
tact but to the presence of a remark¬
able subcarbide of iron. Henoe re¬
sults what is ealled the “diamond
hardness of steel.” Water does it in
a sense. Just so many a good result
in this world comes of crude condi¬
tions at first sight seemingly unfavor¬
able to success.
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T was growing
dark when Miss
Martie, with her
basket on her
arm, came into
the coiner mar¬
ket to buy her
Thanksgiving
dinner. The
£ basket was ab¬
surdly small, but
Miss Mattie was
jJ little herself,
iff, and when she
set it on the
high counter
and stood blink¬
ing in the bright
light, the calf’s head at her elbow
seemed to be grinning at them both.
“Well, Miss Mattie,” called out the
market man, in his hearty fashion,
“I see your mind is not set on a tur¬
key this time, but just wait till I start
this basket off for Cap’n Lawson’s and
I’ll show you the right thing—a
plump little duck I clapped into the
safe this morning, thinking to myself
that’s the very moral of a treat for
Miss Mattie.”
Miss Mattie looked embarrassed
and rubbed her forefinger uneasily
over a small coin that lay in the palm
of her hand under her glove. It was
a silver five-cent piece, and she had
taken it with much hesitation from a
little store of pieces, most of them
given her when she was a child. For
herself she could have got along very
well with bread and tea, but somehow
the joys ok thanksgiving.
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it seemed a dishonor to all her happy
past not to have something special on
Thanksgiving; and so she had a feel¬
ing of real pity for it, lying there
warm and snug in her palm, and so
soon to go tumbling into the heap of
clashing, jingling coins tossed about
by the butcher’s greasy fingers, or
perhaps into the pocket of that hor-
rible ^ apron with blood-stains on it.
Migs attie sbuddel . ed) but quickly
recovered herself to say, cheerfully:
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Simmons; but
don’t you think ducks are a sight of
trouble, what with the stuffing and the
roasting and needing to be looked
after and basted regular? I made up
my mind to something simple, and I
don’t know anything that’s easier got
or more relishing than lamb chops.
Two lamb chops is about what I
thought of, Mr. Simmons. You know
there’s only me.”
Mr. Simmons had not seen the five-
oent piece, but he understood just as
well as if he had, and he began to cut
the ohops at once, talking all the time
to relieve his own embarrassment and
assuring Miss Mattie that “if folks
only knew it, there was nothing like
lamb ohops to encourage your appe¬
tite and strengthen you up all over.”
“But! you’ll have to take three
chops,” looking ouxionsly at the money
Miss Mattie laid in his big hand, “or
I'll have to make change, and change
is scarcer than hen’s teeth to-night.
You might have company unexpected,
you know, and an extry chop would
oome in handy.”
Miss Mattie laughed so genially
that the market man ventured to slip
a sweetbread and a bunch of yellow
oelery into the basket on the sly. He
would have loved to put in the duck,
but that would have looked as if he
suspeoted her reason for not buying
it, and, bless you, he knew better
than that. Some people have feel¬
ings, though their faces are red and
their hands coarse and greasy.
Miss Mattie went very happily down
the street. She had lighted her lamp
before she went out, and a cheerful
little ray smiled encouragingly at her
as she came to the gate. All the
other windows in the weather-beaten
old house were black and empty and
looked to the lonesome little woman
as if all sorts of hobgoblins might be
peeping out at her from the gloom be¬
hind them, for Miss Mattie’s neigh¬
bors had gone away oh a Thanksgiv-
ing visit and taken the whole family.
At least they said “the whole family,”
but at the very moment Miss Mattie
came to the gate a member of the fam¬
ily was huddled up in a corner of the
doorway, cold, hungry and much per¬
plexed to understand what had become
of all bis friends and why. in spite of
his pitiful plea, no one came to open
the door for him. He heard Miss
Mattie and ran hopefully to had meet her, stiff
limping as he came, for he a
leg. said Miss
“Why, Tommy Barnes,”
Mattie, stooping to pat his rough yel¬
low head, “you don’t mean to say
your folks have gone off to Thanks¬
giving and left you beeind. Well, if
I ever! How dreadful—thoughtless—
and you a cripple besides!”
Tommy kept on crying, but he had
his eye on the door while Miss Mattie
was fitting her key, and the minute it
opened he darted in.
“That’s right, Tommy,” said Miss
Mattie; “just make yourself at home.
You and I’ll have our Thanksgiving
together. That extra chop will be
wanted after all, and I’m going to
make riz biscuits. ”
She put away her bonnet and shawl
and hung the basket on a nail in the
back-room without even looking at the
contents, though Tommy Barnes
watched her keenly with a shrewd sus¬
picion of something good, and a faint
hope which nothing in his past expe¬
rience justified that he might come in
for a share of it. Miss Mattie was ac¬
customed to being alone, and she
scarcely thought of Tommy, as she
trotted about, setting the sponge for
her biscuits in a pint bowl, putting a
little cup of broth on the stove to
warm for her supper, making her tea,
toasting her bread, and at last sitting
down by the table in tbe little green
chair with a patchwork cushion. Up
to this point Tommy had sat quietly
by the fire, having learned by many
severe lessons that little folks should
be seen and not heard, but when Miss
Mattie poured out the savory broth
the delicious odor was too much for
his fortitude, and with one bound he
sprung into her lap.
“Bless me,” said Miss Mattie, “if I
hadn’t clean forgot you, and you half-
starved, I dare say. There, get down.
I never could abide cats around my
victuals.”
She put Tommy gently on the floor,
crumbled some bread into the bowl of
broth, cooled it carefully and sot it
down for him to eat.
“It’s pretty rioh for me anyway,”
she said, as she made out her supper
with toast and tea.
It was perhaps well for Tommy that
he took an early promenade next
morning around the baok yards of the
neighborhood, and secured several
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For ’tis Thanksgiving Day and this face all
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never cut out for one hat.
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valuable tid-bits, for Miss Mattie had
very little to offer him. She baked
her delightful little puffs of biscuits,
and enjoyed them immensely, finding
them lighter and more digestible with¬
out butter. She read a Thanksgiving
psalm and went about trying to sing
in a little ohirrupy voice like a brown
sparrow. She brought in the small
basket and flushed over the unexpect¬
ed treasuretrove, but took it kindly as
a bit of neighborly goodwill, The
sweetbread, white and plump and all
ready for eooking, reminded her of old
Mi's. Morrison, just beginning to sit
up and watch the people go by the
window. . What a toothsome dainty
this would be for her, and what a de¬
light that she should be able to take
it to her as she went to church, yes,
and some of the celery, too, for a rel¬
ish. The chops were transferred to a
plate on the shelf, the sweetbread
wrapped in a fine old napkin anil laid
back in the basket with the best half
of the celery, and the biscuits Miss
Mattie had saved for dinner.
“The cold bread will go just as well
with chops,” she reflected, and pre¬
pared for church with a glow of hap¬
piness such as she had not known in a
long time.
It helped to a real feeling of thank¬
fulness, especially when she thought
of old Mrs. Morrison, and how pleased
she had been with the unexpected
gift. She laughed a little to herself
as she returned to her own door after
service, remembering how when Sally
Morrison had commiserated her on be¬
ing alone Thanksgiving Day, she had
assured her she had company invited
—Tommy Barnes, from the next door,
who was spending a couple of days
with her, the rest of the family being
away.
“I hope ’t wa’n’t a sinful untruth,”
she said, smiling at Tommy, who lay
peacefully sleeping on the braided rug,
“but if old Miss Morrison had set in
to have me stay to dinner, I shouldn’t
a’ known bow to get away, and she is
such a talker.”
With a long, clean apron over her
best frock, Miss Mattie began cheer¬
fully to make her small preparations
for the Thanksgiving feast. She had
meditated leaving one chop for break¬
fast, but her walk and happiness had
made her hungry and she decided to
cook them all. ,,
But where did she put these chops
—she was getting so forgetful—she
could have sworn she put them on the
shelf—could she have left them in the
basket after all? Her perplexed eyes
fell from the shelf to the floor, and
there, just peeping from the wood-box
was the plate, and two small, very
small, bits of bone, gnawed quite clean
and white.
Ungrateful Tommy Barnes, lying
there in peaceful slumber, with those
precious chops rounding out your yel¬
low sides, if justice had befallen you
then and there yon might not have
lived to steal again. But into the
midst of Miss Mattie righteous wrath
came the reflection that Tommy must
have been hungry, and the fault after
all was partly her own for putting
temptation in his way, “though how
auything could have been further out
of his way than that shelf, I don’t
really see,” she added, dolefully.
At that minute Tommy Barnes
waked trom his nap, transformed him¬
self into a camel, yawned in a fright¬
fully tigerish fashion, and proceeded to
sharpen his olaws on the rug, the
sacred rug into which had been
braided some preoious old garments
dear to Miss Mattie’s heart. It was a
straw too much to have insult added
to injury, and springing from her
chair, she cuffed Tommy in such
vigorous fashion that three or four
hearty blows found their mark before
the astonished sinner could withdraw
his claws and bound out at the back
door, left ajar in the search for the
ohops. At that instant a resounding
knock on the front door sent Miss
Mattie’s heart to her throat with a
sudden leap, as if justice were already
coming to take her in hand for unrea¬
sonable cruelty.
When Miss Mattie was peacefully
pattering about, unconscious of the
cruel trick fate and Tommy Barnes
had played her, Mrs. Deacon Giles
was surveying her husband with a dis¬
turbed and tearful face.
“Yon don’t mean to tell me,” she
repeated, “that the minister’s folks
ain’t cornin’ at all, and you and me
has got to eat this big dinner alone?
Here, I stayed home from church to
tend to it. Oh, you was' needn’t to look
1 as if you thought it a judgment.
. Josiah I wouldn’t be such a hipper-
erit as to pretend to be thinkin’ of
spiritooal things when I was wonder-
in’ i{ Sarah Ellen would remember to
baste the turkey. Seems to me they
might let us know sooner. ”
“But I told ye, mother, it was a
telegram come just before church.
You oon’t regerlnte telegrams like the
weekly newspaper, or stop folks from
dyin* unexpected.” didn’t round
“Then, why you rush
and get somebody else? Mercy sakes!
’Twon’t seem like Thanksgiving at
all--”
“Didn’t seem to be anybody to ask
but old Mis’ Morrison and Marthy
Ellison. I drove round by the Morri¬
sons, but the old lady was just having
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something relishing Miss Mattie had
fetched in. They said they invited
her to dinner, but she had comp’ny;
one of them Barneses next door.”
“Fiddlesticks!” said the deacon’s
wife, in a very disrespectful tone, “You
just drive straight back and bring
Marthy Ellison up here to dinner,
Tell her I don’t take any excuse, and,
if she can’t come otherways, she can
bring her comp’ny along, though the
way them shif’less Barnesses impose
on her is a mortal shame.”
Good Deacon Giles had learned
docility in many years of experience,
and the double knock at Miss Mattie’s
door followed as quickly as could be
reasonably expected. Miss Mattie at-
tempted neither excuse nor hesitation,
but accepted her good providence with
radiant delight.
Mother said to fetch your comp ny
along, said the deacon, glancing
doubtfully about the small room. “We
heard you had one of the Barneses. I
kinder hope tain t the cross-eyed one
into the , little ^ 1SS ,, ii' she i laugUnig tied i- her
mirror, as
bonnet, “he s had his dinner and he s
gone out.
She didn t say that he had eaten
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pitable table, under a the genial , influ-
eiioe of generous fare and pleasant
old-time reminiscences, she told the
story of Tommy Barnes and the lamb
chops m a way that made the deacon
lose his breath with laughter. And
when she was tucked into the yellow
sleigh for the ride home, Mrs. Giles
stopped at the door to say:
“J putsome bits of bones and things
in a basket under the seat for Tommy.
Takes a sight of stuff to reely fill up a
cat fur ’nough to give his moral princi-
pies a fair showin’. ”
Tommy was on the step waiting to
welcome Miss Mattie, which shows
his forgiving disposition, and, though
he got as much as was good for him
out of the basket under the seat, Miss
Mattie very wisely concluded that the
mince pie, roast ohioken and cran-
berry sauce could hardly have been
meant for his delight, so she locked
them in the cupboard, saying de-
cidedlv:
“This time, Tommy Barnes, I’ll
give your moral principles a fair show-
ing.” Emily Huntington Milleb.
O HEART, CIVE THANKS.
O heart, give thanks for strongth, to-day,
To walk, to run, to work, to play!
For feasts of eye; melodious sound;
Thy pulses’ easy, rhythmic bound;
Ten servants that thy will obey;
A mind clear as the sun’s own ray;
A life which has not passed Its May;
That all thy being thus is crowned,
O heart, give thanksl
Feet helpless lie that once were gay;
Eyes know but night’s eternal sway;
Souls dwell in silence, dread, profound;
Minds live with olouds encircling round;
In face of these, thy blessings weigh!
0 heart, give thanks!
—Emma C. Dowd.
On Desert Air.
Winthrop—“If Freddie is going to
spend Thanksgiving with his grand¬
mother, perhaps you’d better buy him
tin horn.”
Mrs. Winthrop—“I spoko to him
about it, my dear, but he said it would
do no good to him, as grandmother is
deaf.”
The K1<1’. Harvest.
Now he Is as pleased as pleased can be,
And has no cause to sigh.
With all his heart he says: “To me
Thanksgiving time is pie.”
The Turkey on the Wall.
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Told beyond a perad-
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was near.
But, to my childish
fancy,
The surest sign of all,
Of the nearness of
Was Thanksgiving,
the .turkey on
the wall.
It plainly told the story
That we had not long
to wait,
For the path from wall
to table
Was very short and straight.
It hung all plump and golden
In the pantry near the door
For a day or two before the feast,
And then was seen no more.
POPULAR SCIENCE.
Close connection is traced by H.
Luggin between photo-voltaie currents
set up in silver salts and the decom¬
positions giving photographs.
Vacoination laws are not enforced in
England. At Norwich, with a popu¬
lation of over 100 , 000 , the vaccination
ofHeer’s fees this year- amounted to
about $40; he receives fifty cents for
each case.
The Silesia Yerein Chemischer Fa-
brikon, at Woischwitz, near Breslau,
provides carbonic acid water for its
employes during the summer. The
families of the workmen are also sup-
plied freely with this water.
In the streets of Portsmouth, Eng¬
land, each of 240 lamp posts is pro¬
vided with both an arc and an incan¬
descent lamp. It is designed to use
the weaker light at hours when the
other is not necessary and an automa¬
tic switch on each post enables the
operator at the central station to ex¬
tinguish instantly one set of lights and
light the other set.
The number of minor planets known
between Mars and Jupiter now con¬
siderably exceed 400, of which M.
Charlois of Nice has discovered eighty-
six, while Herr Palisa, the Austrian
astronomer, lias detected eighty three.
The magnitudes of the first 400 of
these planets have just been tabulated
by Herr G. Huber. All are telescopic,
only two being brighter than the eighth
magnitude, while the later discoveries
—the second 200 —nearly all are of the
twelfth magnitude or smaller.
Timber used in mines is subject to
decay from various causes, such SIS
warm moist air, but the most serious
cause, according to a paper by Mr. J.
Bateman to the British Society of Min-
ing Students, is the chemical action set
up by the cotton mould fungus. This
fungus is the white, fluffy material
seen clinging to timber, especially in
return air ways. Various methods of
protecting the timber have been tried.
such as trickling water over it con-
stantly, steeping in brine, charring the
surface and creosotirig. The last is
the most effective. The timber is
placed in a wrought iron cylinder, the
air is pumped out, and creosote is
forced in to a pressure of 100 pounds
per square inch. Pine fir, etc., ab-
sorb ten to eleven pounds of creosote
per cubic foot and oak and other hard
woods about six pounds,
It bas long been a riddle to the en _
tomologist to find out how moths,
especially those of the larger varieties,
esca p 6 f rom the tougli cocoon which
inoloses them during the grub st
p rofe ssor Oswald Leatter, a member
of the London Entomological Society,
lias been studying the cocoon method
of the moths, and in making his studies
opened up the cocoons spun by the in¬
seot8( ftnd put tbe imagos into artiflcial
silk bags, with an opening at the end.
whentbe time arrived fol . the imago
to apply his solvent, the liquid escaped
into little glass tubes instead. Careful
unal J is wa3 made of this, and it was
foun d to be a pure solution of caustic
f tash . TMf) dlHOOvery is a uew one
n entomology . Caustic potash will
destroy the human skin, and it is at
, east h ourioU s that it should be
cistiHed in an insect’s mouth,
Ministers as Buginess Men.
The idea that clergymen are poor
businessmen is pronounced false by
ex-Postmaster-General Thomas L.
James, now President of 'the Lincoln
National Bank in this city. He says:
“We have among our depositors a large
number of clergymen, and I am free
to say that they are the best business
men that I have ever known. You
ordinarily call a man who is intelli-
gent, methodical and prompt a good
business man. Our ministerial de-
positors are more than methodical and
prompt. They are clever and sharp,
especially in the keeping of accounts,
I do not wish to make any exceptions
in my general characterization of cler-
gyrnen as good business men, but I
will say that the Roman Catholic
olergymen—those that I have met—
are remarkably able business men.
They seem to be especially trained
that way. The average clergyman of
any denomination, however, can hold
his own with the average business
man. A clergyman of the present day
cannot afford to be slipshod or negli¬
gent in worldly affairs.”—Church
Economist.
Bible Condensed to One Inch.
An eccentric Londoner, Richard
Webb, has completed a machine for
microscopic writing. He asserts that
with it he can write the entire con¬
tents of the Bible four times in a space
one inch square. He has succeeded
in writing the Lord’s Prayer on glass
in a spaoe one-hundredth of an inch
wide by one-fiftieth of an inch long, or
about the size of the “period” at the
end of this sentence.
Ten yeans ago Mr. Webb set to work
to break all records for minute pen¬
manship. " He soon found that me-
ohanioal aid was necessary and devised
a contrivance which diminished the
soope without altering the character
of the movements of the pen. The
result is a marvel of mechanical skill.
The machine is operated by a handle
resembling a pen, which is held in the
hand and used as an ordinary pen.
The motion given to this handle is
transmitted through numerous wheels
and levers until it operates the writing
point, which is a diamond so small ae
to be invisible to the naked eye.
More Polar Expedition.,
Mr. Harmsworth, who defrayed the
expenses of the Jackson expedition in
Franz Josef land, has declared that
he will send two ships to the Arctic re¬
gions next season, land keep an
expedition in the Arctic regions until
a Complete map can be made of all the
accessible parts of the North Polar
world. The Jackson expedition has
cost him $ 200 , 000 .