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SUNDAY MORNING.
£■' ? THANKSGIVING AT GRANDMOTHER'SIjIffI
raJaSui an acrostic |ifca
Helen M. Richardson
There's a smell of cooking all over the house;
Hurrah for the pudding and pies,
jl Arranged on the shelves where not even a mouse -
JBBLnw Need meddle with Grandma's supplies! ,<■&
■HB2S Keen glances steal in at the half-open door, SSL®?
Sly feet cross the threshold to see
Grapes, apples and nuts—such a tempting display—
I think that with me you'll agree.
Very much of the pleasure Thanksgiving brings
Is to smell and to taste and to see;
Nor can you deny that on Thanksgiving Day
Grandmother holds court in a right royal way.
/tow
BOBBY
BY LULU LINTON.
IT was the slack time at the post
office—the hour just before noon,
when the morning mail had all
been distributed, and the clerks
were chatting sociably or reading the
morning papers.
The girl at the general delivery win
dow was startled by the sudden in
quiry: “Say, is they anything for the
Jeuners?”
Looking through the window she saw
a boy. with big. brown eyes, j list on a
level with the shelf outside.
She knew there was no such name
in ihe package of letters; but to humor
the little fellow, she looked carefully
through them, and answered kindly:
“Not yet; perhaps it will come to
morrow.”
In the days that followed the boy
come twice a day. and the question:
"Is there anything for the .Tenners':"
came to be a familiar sound lit the
postoffice, and Hie clerks listened for
it with much amusement, but the girl
at the window came to dread it.
She was haunted by the mournful
look that came into his eyes every
time she shook hot- head, and tried to
console him one day by saying: "Your
letter will surely come soon: you have
been expecting it so long.”
"Letter,” he said scornfully', "1 never
said 1 wanted it letter; I want a
bundle, and I want it pretty soon, too.
I've been 'speeding it a long time, and
—and—l'm just tired of you shaking
your head. I am." The defiant little
voice ended with something like a
sob.
The girl at the posfoffice window
came through the door into the outer
office, and taking Bobby's hand asked
kindly: "Had you written to someone
to send you something?"
Seeitig the look of sympathy on her
face, lie told her all about it. "You
see. it's this way: Mamma used to let
me write to Santa Clans and tell him
what I wanted at Christmas time, and
I always got something—that was
when I was a little feller” (straighten
ing back Ills sbouldersi. "Mv teacher
lias been telling about the man that
runs Thanksgiving, and she read a let
ter he had in the papers telling the
people when to tlmnksgivc and all that,
and I asked her was lie a real sure
enough man or if be was just a put-up
job like Santa Claus. She just laughed
and laughed, and then she showed me
bis picture in the paper, and he was
jst a man 'tlimit no white beard like
Santa's, and she said they called him
Guv-nor. lie looked so kind and good
out of his eyes. I just thought maybe
“sat, is they anything for the
JENNERS?”
he would help us a little if he knew
how hard up we was this fall. Mam
ma can’t wash as much as she used to,
anti I can't help much yet; so I wrote
a letter to the Guv-nor one day when
mamma had gone to the Judge's to
help clean house. I made up uly en
v'lup out of potter like I wrote my
letter on; the teacher in the first room
showed me how. but it didn't stick
good, and I'm afraid it lost my letter
out and the Guv nor didn’t get it, and
it's only one more week till Thanks
giving.”
His voice trembled, and the girl
turned her head for a moment to give
him a chance to choke back the tears.
“Where did you mail your letter?’’
she asked.
He pointed to a tiny crack uuder the
shelf of the general delivery window.
"Right here," he said. “I couldn’t
reach the holes where the big folks
put their letters."
The girl told him to run along home
and try to be patient, and maybe the
answer would come yet before Thanks
giving.
She hastened back to her window,
and pulling out the stamp drawer
reached in behind it and found a
crumpled paper. It was Bobby's let
ter to the Guv’nor.
It dropped out of the envelope into
her lap. and she read the pitiful ap-
peal: tliea taking a sheet of paper she
wrote:
"Dear Sir: This important letter has
been mislaid in our office, hut I hope
it is not too late for you to answer it
Ivefore Thanksgiving.
"Yours very truly.
“Tin; Gnu, at the Office Window."
She folded this inside Bobby's letter,
fastened the corners of the brown en
velope with mucilage, addressed it
properly, and taking a stamp from her
own stamp book put It on tile corner.
Site took out her purse and counted
her scanty savings; then she put a
dime in the stamp drawer and put a
special delivery stamp on the brown
Envelope, too.
The Governor’s mail was brought to
him at breakfast time. In the package
was the queer brown envelope, and
tlu> Governor opened it first out of
eijiosity. He read it through once
and smiled. He read it again and
whistled softly: then the children
oaiied for an explanation, and he read
it aloud.
"Dear Guv-nor: I am a hoy, hut 1
am not afrade of you, for you look
good out of yore eyes. The teacher
told me about you bein' the man that
run Tbanksgiviu' and I tho’Uyou w’u’d
want all yore pie'ple to have a good
time and we ain't got enny turkey or
euny thing like the teacher read about
the pe’ple hav'n. I don’t ker much fer
them things if you au't got enuff to go
'round, but mamma needs anew dress
offel bad. and a *sall, she au’t got enny
to keep heT warm when we carry the
close home: and I an't got no overcote
or mitt’ns; but if you an't got enny my
sise it's all rite. lam just past eight,
hut I am tola Iml big to my age. I
w'u'dn’t ask for so much, but 1 an’t
got no papa like the other bays, and I
tho’t you w’u'd see that we w'n’d need
more help than boys that’s got papas.
I ast my mamma onct why I an't got
no papa and she cried and sed he went
away when V was a baby and an’t got
back. Ple’se send these things if you
got plenty, so we can thanksgive, too.
“Yore fr’end. Bobby .Tkxnf.r.
“P. tv—l like candy, but 1 don't ever
have ettny."
When the Governor bad finished
reading the letter bo was besieged by
“when thf. governor had finished
READING THE BETTER HE WAS BE
SIEGED 11Y THE CHILDREN."
the children: “You will, won’t you,
papa? You won’t disappoint the little
follow: just think, he knew yon were
so good just from seeing your picture.
Say. let us get the things; we can tit
the overcoat and mittens on our llobby.
he's just past eight and big for his age;
and oil, papa, won't you let us send
some tilings lie didn’t ask for?"
The children were all talking at once.
"Hold on,” said the Governor. "I
lmvi jj’-t said that I would send ihc
thing*;that lie did ask for yet.”
His Town Itobhy looked up into his
face ifnd said gravely: "I think you
won't,be good like your picture looks
if ynl'-dou’r.”
Thist*porch settled the question, and
Winifred Was ap
pointed chairman of (lie purchasing
comrs/jjtee by-the Governor, who gave
her if bill that scut them all flying at
hini,.*„Biitil lie Tied down the steps to
keep Tiom being smothered by their
rapUH'feus emli rices.
At-the end o#s*thc week the commit
tee agreed that they had never had so
gooifija time In their lives before.
Tlfq Governor Jr-ame borne with an
important air one night, ami calling
the Children around him, tolijCfbem the
good news that'Bobby's fattier was
going home for Thanksgiving.*
“Going home; where lias -He been?”
were the eager questions, anji the Gov
ernor answered sadly: “.Tenner made
a mistake one time, and they sent him
away from home for a long time, to
make him sorry for it.”
‘fTjh, papa, has lie been in prison?”
asked Winifred in an awed tone.
Tlie Governor nodded; then he told
them how very sorry .Tenney had been
for the wrong he had done, and (hey
were letting l.jm out before his sen
tence was out; on account of his good
behavior. He had been to sec Tenner
and had shown Bobby’s letter to him.
and Jenner had cried like a baby over
iL V
\\ hen the children showed the Gov
ernor the huge bundle they had ready
to send, he said it would never go
through the mail. Their faces clouded,
for they had talked so much of Bobby's
surprise, when he asked for his mail,
and the girt at the window gave him
the bundle.
All at once quick-witted Winifred
thought of a plan to overcome the
difficulty.
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
“We will have Bobby’s father come
here for the bundle when lie starts
home; lie can go to the postofflee and
wait for Bobby and carry the bundle
home, and won’t Bobby's mamma bo
surprised?"
This plan met the approval of the
committee and it was settled.
In the meantime, Bobby trudged to
the office every day, morning and
evening, and asked: “Ain't they any
thing for Jenners yet?” His tone grew
discouraged, and the girl at the window
found it hard work to comfort him.
She felt a bitter resentment toward
the Governor, who had paid no heed
to the little fellow’s appeal.
Thanksgiving morning came. .Ten
ner, took the early train for home, and
when he reached the town he went
straight to the postofflee. Going to
the general delivery window, lie asked
the girl it she was the person who hud
forwarded a letter to the Governor.
Slic answered "Yes,” in a surprised
tone; then lie showed her the bundle
and told her that he was Bobby’s
father.
The girl was delighted with the good
news, and asked .Tenner to wait Inside
the office.
Bobby was later than usual; he came
with a lagging step and a sad little
face. .Tenner caught his breath hard
as he saw his baby, grown so large.
Bobby did not ask the usual question,
but looking up into the girl's kind face,
said: "I guess it ain't no use to ask;
it's too late now. and 1 guess they ain't
ever going to be anything for the
.Tenners.”
The girl came out of the oflfee, fol
lowed by .! (Minor with the bundle.'
She showed Bobby the address in big
letters and said: “You see Hie Governor
sent you such a big Thanksgiving, he
had to send a man to carry it home
for you. Will you show him the way?"
She laughed through her tears at the
boy’s glad surprise.
Bobby reached up ami took the big
man's hand confidingly: not knowing
who it was, he led the way home, and
there was glad Thanksgiving for “The
•Tenners."- Ladies’ World. •
A Soliloquy.
I am a turkey,
And tlie crowd
Extends such praise,
J should he proud.
15 1 1 I am not,
With all J've heard
I wish I were
A hummfng-bird.
Turtf.g Gdjfct iSravy j,
pohfftgs' oiyoi^j
y A * feyt* s* Vl.Whn
*> - - - • .**
TRACKING CRIMINALS.
THE SEARCH FOR COINERS IS THE
MOST REMORS-LESS.
IktMnarloihle After a Murderer
\\ln> Fled 31,000 MI lee l'ut Wan at
last Hun Down - lli Mem
Alter Serj;eaui Loy<i Dni'ieil.
There have been many long pursuits
of criminals, great in the distance
traveled, the obstacles overcome and
the persistence of pursuing officers,
but that of Sergeant Wood of the Na
tal, South Africa, police, is doubtless a
record breaker. The man sought by
sergeant Wood was charged with em
bezzling large sums of money at Pie
termaritzburg. He got away from
South Africa, ar.d went to New York.
Although the detective had information
as to where his quarry was hiding,
yet he had first to visit London to
obtain the necessary extradition pa
pers. Then he hurried to America,
and with the assistance of the United
Slates police, ran down his man. -.y
the time he had reached Martizburg,
he had been traveling hard for nearly
three months, and had covered nearly
21,000 miles.
One of the sternest (liases of recent
years was after Loys Darrell, formerly
sergeant in the Seventh United States
cavalry. Darrell enlisted at the begin
ning of ihe Spanish-American war. and
distinguished himself in Cuba. There
he fell In love with a pretty Spanish
girl and beggared himself in buying
finery for his sweetheart. To obtain
more money he robbed and murdered
a companion in arms named Crouch.
He then fled.
A detective named Dupuy was put
upon the murderer's track, and finding
a clew, started for New Orleans. He
was right in his surmise that Darrell
had gone there, but when he arrived
the bird had down. He had left on a
British nule transport for South Af
lioa. Dupuy took train for New York,
fast boat for Southampton, rushed by
rail across Europe, caught a boat of
the German-East African line, and
finally arrived at Beira, in Portuguese
East Africa.
There he waited, like a spider for a
fly, and just as Darrell was fancying
himself safe from pursuit, he pounced
upon him. Later on the detective de
posited the prisoner safely in Castle
William jail in New York. He had
traveled in all 31,000 miles and spent
$1257 in the chase.
One of the most astonishing crimi
nals England ever produced was a man
named Benson, who began operations
in London, with two confederates, He
organized a series of swindling com
panies in the city; while he, himself,
pretending to be an invalid, lived in
the greatest luxury in the Isle of
Wight. He posed as a, great philan
thropist, was foremost in charitable
works, and went into the very best so
ciety. By dint of bribing certain offi
cers of the law, he lived for some
years on the proceeds of his swindles.
But one day the crash came. He was
arrested, sentenced and got a long term
in Portsmouth jail.
No sooner was he out than ne was at
liis old tricks again. These culminated
in Switzerland, where he managed to
gain the affections of the daughter of
an English officer. Through her he
induced her father to trust him with
the investment of his entire capital,
some $35,000. He bolted with the
money. Chased across Europe, a de
tective caught him at Bremen. To
avoid scandal the victim promised not
to prosecute if Benson would give up
the money. The latter did so and left
for America. Hardly was the vessel
out of sight before it was discovered
that the bundle of scrip the thief had
handed over was worth at most sifio.
Followed across the Atlantic, Benson
escaped ro Mexico, where he made $25,-
000 by lassing himself off as Mme
Patti’s agent and selling forged concert
tickets. By tiiis time his photograph
was in almost every police bureau in
the world. Yet he dodged and twisted
under a dozen aliases, and was heard
of in almost every Soutn American
state before a clever New York detec
tive ran him down in Rio after a two
years’ hum,
Even then ho cheated justice. Land
ed in prison in New York he walked
up stairs chatting amiably to his jaiier.
Suddenly lie made a spring and jumped
cican over the bannister. He was
picked up with a broken hack and died.
The police never exhibit more re
lentless energy than in hunting down
a coiner. A coiner’s crime is against
government, and so the whole forces
of toe state are against him. The
United States suffers far more from
coiners than England does and is pro
portionately keen to run down such
offenders. Early in 1900 a man named
Hastings v.as surprised in his work
shop, from which ha had issued many
thousands of small silver coin, but he
was too quick for his would-be cap
tors and escaped. No fewer than seven
secret service men were nut on his
track. The remarkable fact is that
Hastings never attempted to leave the
States.
Ellfer, one of the detectives, got a
T hit that, a stranger was in the woods.
He took a blanket and some food and
hie himself in a thicket. Very early
in the morning Hastings passed, car
tying a bag of food. Ellfer tracked
him to his refuge and saw that the
forger was armed. Tie waited some dis
tance away m hiding. When night
came Hastings came out wish a dark
lantern and searched every bush near
his hiding place. At last lie was sat
isfied and went back. So soon as Eil
fer felt sure the man was asleep he
crept up and had the handcuffs on him
before he could wake. On the way to
jail Hastings told his captor that he
had seen him on 10 different occasions
and bad once, in Cincinnati, been with
in three feet of him in a theatre.— -uti
cago Chronicle.
PLATINUM VERY SCARCE.
Needed In Klectrleal Work, Supply Doee
Not Meet lieinand.
A good deal of concern has been ex
pressed in the last year or so on the
subject of platinum, and the source of
production to meet the growing de
mand. It is beyond doubt that the
supply is not increasing—if it is in
creasing at all —at anything like the
same rate as the consumption; and if
this position is not rectified and the
balance readjusted it is easy to foresee
a time when enterprises which depend
upon platinum will languish for want
of the material which it will be im
possible to secure in adequate quanti
ties, even at famine prices. Legislation
in the reichstag of the fatherland has
a way of being grandfatherly at times,
but in the circumstances there is much
to be said for the bill which was under
consideration not long ago with the
object of obtaining a legal prohibition
of the use of platinum where it could
be replaced without serious inconven
ience by some other metal and to lim
it its consumption to cases where its
employment is essential.
It is not easy to see how such an en
actment as this could be enforced
strictly, but, in the abstract, the meas
ure was undoubtedly wise; besides, the
restricted use of platinum in one coun
try would go a very little way to reme
dy a situation that is becoming acute
in all manufacturing countries. For
the metal is in great request in the
manufacture of electrical apparatus
and for electrical engineering gen
erally, as well as for numerous other
purposes for which no effective sub
stitute has been found. There is no
good reason to anticipate an actual ex
haustion of supplies, but the fear is
that, mainly with the progress of elec
tricity, the gulf between demand and
supply may become wider and wider.
Something like 95 percent pf last
year's production of 13,800 pounds, as
compared with 13,250 pounds for 1900,
came from Russia, and while it is prob
able that, scientific exploitation of the
whole of the Urals would lead to the
discovery of other sources of supply,
it is pretty clear that in the govern
ment of Perm little enough progress
is being made in spite of the profitable
ness of the industry. Perhaps the
sparseness of the distribution accounts
largely lor t“s. The metal is ob
tained from alluvial deposits or up to
four to five zolotniks (the zolotnik is
eqna platinum-bearing sands, which
frequently include gold, and which vary
in occurrence up to four to five zo
lotniks, the zolotnik is equal to 66
grains Troy, and more in 100 poods of
sand, 3610 pounds).
The thickness of the beds ranges
from three feet to seven feet. The
grains of metal are small in size, hut
sometimes nuggets weighing a kilo
gram or more are unearthed. The
piatinum is often accompanied by
other rare metals, such as iridium and
ossium. It is sent to St. Petersburg
in the crude state, and, although there
are refineries in that city, very little
is dealt with there, and, as the demand
for fixe netal is almost entirely from
abroad, the bulk is exported as it is
received from the mines.
We have been told to look to New
South Wales as an important source of
supply, end probably with scientific
exploitation, the investment of a rea
sonable amount of capital and the di
version of miners from gold seeking
that colony would he of use in supply
ing the world’s requirements. The
metal there is obtained chiefly from the
Fifleid district, about. 322 miles west
of Sydney, where it is found associated
with gold. Here the principal work
ings are el Platina. a township situated
about two miles from that of Fifleid,
a deep alluvial “lead,” containing plat
inum and gold, extending from near
the former place for over a mile in
length and varying from BO feet to 150
l’cet in width. —Engineering.
Denounce Women Kutcher*.
That there is a growing tendency
among many of the butchers of the
city to employ young women in their
shops, and put them behind the coun
ter at the block, where they are taught
to do all the work of the journeyman
butchers at a much smaller rate of
wages, was the assertion made by
William C. Wellman, of Local l*odge,
No. TB4 of the Amalgamated Meat
Cutters and Butcher Workmen.
These young women, it is declared,
are employed at small wages and are
ostensibly cashiers or bookkeepers,
but in reality cut meat and do the
work of a journeyman butcher or
meat cutter. At a meeting this sub
ject was brought up by the members
of Local lodge. No. 184, and denounced.
It is said that over a hundred such
women butchers were employed in
the city. Resolutions denouncing this,
declaring for shorter hours, and ask
ing the wives of trades union men to
purchase their meat before 6 o’clock
on Saturday evening, were passed.—
New York Tribune.
Itflfl Tupf'il French Police*
A curious instance of the liaralyzing
effect of red tape in the Frencli ad
ministration has just come to light.
In 1867 a Hollander named Stailen
berg was expelled because he cried
“Vive la republique!” in the streets
of Paris. After the fall of the Em
pire he returned, but the republican
police arrested, imprisoned and ex
pelled him anew. He then went to
New Orleans and made a fortune.
Since then he has returned 27 times
to Paris, where each time he has been
arrested, imprisoned and expelled. He
is now back for the 28th time, and is
awaiting the action of the police.—
Paris Dispatch in New York Herald.
The cattle which draw the mahog
any logs in the forests of the Isthmus
of Panama have to be sprayed with
kerosene to destroy the parasites
which are their deadly enemies.
NOVEMBER 23
A NIGHTMARE OF MONEY,
Oh, It's dollars, dollars, dollars,
Every way you turn.
Dollars for the meat you eat.
And for the coal you burn.
Dollars for your clothing,
Dollars for your bed,
Dollars for the books that put
A thought into your head.
If n't any telMng
When the thing will end—.
Dollars for a cheery word,
Dollars for a friend.
Dollars for a minute
Passed in talk polite.
It’s dollars, dollars all the day, ■
And dollars all the night!
—Washington
HUMOROUS.
Wigg—Are the verses widely read?
Wagg—Yes; they're read by every
magazine editor in the country.
Nell —They are going to be married
at last. Belle—So everything is set
tled, eh? Nell—Everything but his
bills, and her father will settle them.
"Statistics prove.” said the Wise
Guy, “that poor people live longer than
rich ones.” "Naturally," replied the
Simple Mug. "The doctors let the poor
people alone.”
Ernie —Is he stingy with his
kisses? Emily—Well, he likes to
make them go a long way. Ernie —
Indeed! Emily—Yes, he kisses over
the telephone.
“I wish you would do something for
my husband,” said the anxious wife.
“He's worrying about money.” “Don’t
be alarmed,” answered the physician,
reassuringly. "I'll relieve him of that.”
Stubb—That conceited young man
boasts that his ancestors carried every
-Uiln- lrir'-k -Hl“m Penn —He means
behind them. 1 understand they car
ried peddlers’ packs v hen they first
came over.
Mrs. Phamley—l see the board of
health reports show a tallies off in the
death-rate last week. Mr. Phamley—
Ah! that reminds me. I noticed in the
society column that our doctor is out
of town on his vacation.
"Say,” whispered the young brother,
“didn't I hear sis say ‘Kiss and I’ll
make up?’ ” “Yes," replied the caller.
“Well, she had it wrong. Sis always
makes up before you come. I saw her
with the paint and powder.”
She —He didn’t succeed in convinc
ing her after ail his argument. He—
“No, he merely made her mad.” “But
his explanation was clear.” “Yes; and
that's where he made his mistake. He
told her it was as ‘plain as the nost on
her face.' ”
“Papa,” began the young hopeful,
“where does the sea go?” “It doesn’t
go anywhere, my son," responded irri
tated papa. “Why do you ask such
foolish questions?” “Well, if it doesn’t
go anywhere, why do they say sailors
‘follow the sea?’ ” ,
"How often does the earth have a
revolution?” asked the teacher. "What
part of the earth?” inquired the pupil.
"What part?’ “Yes'm. If you mean in
the United States every 21 hours, but
if you mean in South America they
have 'em oftener."
"John, ’ whispered Mrs. Stubb, in the
wee hours, "there is a burglar down
stairs, and I want you to go down.”
"Well, I guess not," responded her hus
band, turning over for another nap;
“I’d have you know that I don't asso
ciate with burglars.”
“She had a premonition that some
thing was going to happen,” said the
observer, “and sure enough it did.
There’s a sense that's most highly de
veloped in woman.” “There is so,"
replied the married man, counting the
few coins he had left out of his week’s
salary. “It’s the sense of touch.”
Cuts Spoil a Sermon.
Rev. Page Milburn’s recent experi
ence while delivering a sermon on the
judgment day is being told among his
fellow clergymen.
It was a peaceful summer night
warm enough to have all the windows
open, hut not sufficiently hot to cause
a fluttering of fans. The reverend
gentleman was preaching upon the
last solemn moment of judgment day
and presenting a graphic word picture
of the majestic and triumphal coming
of the judgment angei. Extending
his arms, he began impressively:
“Hark! What is that sound that
bursts upon my ear?” The infuriated
and appalling yowl of felines in
mortal combat on a neighboring fence
rent the air.
There was a general titter from the
younger folk in the congregation.
Thinking to stem the current of
amusement by the reproof, the clergy
man continued in impressive tones:
“Let not our minds be diverted. I
say again, what is that solemn sound
that bursts upon my ears?” An ear
splitting series of spittings and yowls
came in instant rejoinder from the
combatants upon the fence. It was
too much for the speaker and audi
ence.
“Will the congregation jo ! n in the
closing hymn?” said the discomfited
preacher. And with a speedy benedic
tion the service came to an abrupt
conclusion.—Baltimore Sun.
A Sclioolboy'it Logic.
Indifferent correspondents will sym
pathize with the lad. who, after he
had been at. a boarding-school for a
week without writing to his parents,
penned the following letter; “Dear
people—l am afraid I shall not be able
to write often to you, because you sea
when anything is happening I haven’t
time to write, and when nothing is
happening there's nothing to write
about. So now, good-bye, from yout
Georgie.”—Liverpool Post.
It takes two people to make a
quarrel; but a dozen or more gener
ally take a hand in it before it is
patched up.-