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OXI |6®w« . I i I* tmmmmm* K |! ’7— Bl i 1 “\~. ießz/ JgMdF Ijpmt 'ztZ<£« THE TURKEY’S LAMENT. I’m a melancholy turkey—sad am I, For a reign of awful terror draweth nigh. How I dread the smell of pie. And the cakes and tarts piled high, For I know that I must die Thanksgiving Day. What avail my sparkling eyes, just like jet, Or my slim and stately neck, proudly set? Though my glossy feathers shine, ' On my flesh will people dine, \ And pronounce me luscious—fine, Thanksgiving Day. ISIII' How I wish I had been hatched some other bird, Chicken, goose, duck or dove’d be pre ferred— Any fowl but what I am, In this land of “Uncle Sam,” For I’m slaughtered like a lamb Thanksgiving Day. How I sympathize with Marie Antoinette! How that dark and bloody axe haunts me yet! Soon on my neek ’twill descend. Make of me a sudden end, Was a sadder verse e’er penned? Thanksgiving Day. —Susan Hubbard Martin. OOOOOQGOOOOOOOOOOQOQQOGCCO i o 9 Woful Thanksgiving, jl O n O By -Tiarioq Hat land o I Bgoooqoooooooogooooogooooc f— HE fact was we had never spent “a Thanksgiv ing” in the country. And in town the Pil grims’ holy day has de generated into an ’Arry and ’Arriet “blowout.” It was decided in family council to hie us in a body to a country box among the hills, where we had enjoyed four idyllic summers, and there keep the hoary old festa as Yankee pre-Raphaelite aquarelles tell us it should be observed. Snow fell two days before the im portant Thursday. All the better! It would have been all the best had the. storm held off until we were actually • housed and could read “Snow-Bound” over blazing logs answering roar for roar, the “grand old harper” smiting and twanging the oaks and hickories of the grove. We took the 9 o’clock train from the city. It was crowded, mainly with one sort and condition of men. Each of them was presumably going to the old homestead—gray, yellow or white, backed by the invariable red barn — “for Thanksgiving.” Some chewed orange peel to tone down their breaths to the’decorous prejudices of the old folks at home, others inhaled bad cigars in the “smoker,” and brought the evil incense into our car. At least two-thirds munched peanuts and strewed the floor with the shells. One and all talked loudly and laughed A red-hot stove at each end of the car brewed the reek of whisky, tobacco, orange peel and roasted peanuts into a nuisance. It was an accommodation train, halt ing at every “turn-out” to set down trippers moved by filial piety or farm house romance and poetry to maintain the traditions of the day. At the end of the fifteenth mi.le we came to a dead standstill. A coal train had been wrecked and must be cleared away be fore we could go on. We were stranded in the exact centre of an uncomely ex panse of fields covered with sodden snow and criss-crossed by blackish stone fences. Now a farmstead was visible lor over i mile on all sides of us; half a dozen mean huts knotted into a sort of settlement about some railway coaling sheds, and twenty dis reputable loafers lounged from them to inspect the wreck and our train. The one sort and contlitiou of men af filiated right speedily with these, and whereas paterfamilias made divers ® was ’’li’it fast; no answer was SMVa \ vouchsafed to our knocking; no faint v /f-j c blue reek arose from chimney. The J ) children had behaved heroically up to J this instant. When their father an- / nounced darkly that the villains had Ir never got his dispatch and had taken ' themselves off upon a Thanksgiving .f spree of their own baby began to sob, —H s i* ent tears glazed the purpled cheeks of the eldest girls. “This is the tassel upon the cap of abortive excursions invarions direc- the climax!” said their mother in tions in quest o/ a draught of milk deadly calmness. “We will go to the and slices of bread for his hungry chil- house and break our way in. Since dren and a reasonably clean spot where starve we must, we will starve in our materfamilias might retire for awhile beds, under plenty of blankets. ” from the growing strife of tongues She took a child by each hand, dashing against the becalmed train, it paterfamilias reshouldered the weep was but too evident that mountain ing baby, and we pulled our feet out dew and Jersey lightning were to be of the congealing snow. A plantation had for good fellowship and for money, of evergreens hid the turn in the path All babbled, more or less tipsily, of at which we had our first glimpse of the day we were celebrating, drinking the cottage. A weak cry Trom the to it with every imaginable form of children, an astonished snort from expletive, and some that, until that paterfamilias, a devout ejaculation unhappy hour were quite unimagin- from the mother, broke into the gusty able by materfamilias and her terrified air. For royal banners of smoke, younglings. The average American’s tinted by the glowing west, streamed one idea of a holiday is license, and from every chimney, each window was the one idea increased and prevailed stained by scarlet fire-gleams from as the hours dragged by. within; Frank, our faithful watchdog, We were halted at 10.30. At 3 the bounded from the poreh with a bay of rails were free and the celebrants of welcome, and. at the joyous yelp the the honorable anniversary tumbled front door was flung wide. ii ii Sib e .zii<'il Jlw r “WE WERE WET UP TO'THE KNEES WITH SNOW WATER AND EXHAUSTED TO FAINTNESS WHEN WE REACHED THE GARDENER'S LODGE.” tumultously into their seats, the one idea uppermost. All over the broad and teeming land turkeys had offered their brown j breasts, reeking with richness, to the carver’s blade; cranberries had bled by the million; pumpkin pies and plum puddings had surfeited the tens of thousands of sensible people who had stayed at home and feasted conventionally. Since our early break fast we had eaten just one water cracker apiece; we were lame with long sit ting, sickened in body by foul air and in soul by foul language. What was left of spirit and hope re vived with each mile left behind us. Materfamilias told stories to the con fiding innocents of the sleigh drive they would have from the station, the dinner and fire and fun awaiting us at home. We had managed to get off a telegram to our caretaking gardener at II o’clock, ordering him to send to every train until we came and to keep the dinner hot. At 4.30 we alighted at the shabby little station nearest our idyllic cot tage. No sleigh was in waiting; not a living creature was in sight, and the station was locked. A bitter wind moaned up and down the valley, and the unsympathetic sun was hardly a yard above the hills. Paterfamilias shouldered the two-year-old baby and led the forlorn procession “across lots” of unbroken and stiffening snow. By the air line we projected for our selves the walk was a mile long. We were wet up to the knees with snow water and exhausted to faintness when we reached the gardener’s lodge at the entrance to our grounds. Our telegram had arrived in good season; the sleigh had gone to meet us by the road, and, being a little behind time, had missed us, who came across lots. While our trusty retainers made breathless explanations the odor of roast turkey was borne to us upon the flood of warm air pouring through hall and doorway. Dinner would be on table by the time we could get our selves into dry clothes. Never did another dinner taste so good; never was wood fire more jolly than that' in which the children roasted chestnuts, and beside which pater familias smoked the cigar of content, and materfamilias dreamed andmoial ized. To the home nook, “curtained and closed and warm,” came the shout of the wind-god, a very pagean of re joicing for mishaps overpast and for the abundant compensations that crowned the outgoing of our one eventful Thanksgiving Day.—New York World. Funny Stories ol Early Thanksgivines. ' Many funny stories are told of the early Thanksgiving days, such as the town of Colchester calmly ignoring the Governor’s appointed day and observ ing its own festival a week later, in order to allow time for the arrival, by sloop from New York, of a hogshead of molasses for pies. Another is re counted of a farmer losing his cask of Thanksgiving molasses out of his cart as he reached the top of a steep hill and of its rolling swiftly down till split in twain by its fall. His helpless dis comfiture and his wife’s acidity of tem per and diet are comically told. BREAKING THE WISHBONE. When to Lose the Wish anil Wilts to Win It. i DESIRE to warn you that a charm ing young widow who wants tc break a wish bone with you is one of whom you should beware. She is very tantalizing, chic, clever, and, oh, so awfully sorrj’ you didn’t get your wish! The young widow is a mind reader and knows just what your X 1 (Sfn) thoughts are while you are holding the bone and looking down into her eyes. If you have to look up into a widow’s eyes, there may be some hope for you, but when she looks up and you look down she can read every one of your thoughts. By the way, there is only one, only has been one, only can be one, thought passing through a man’s mind when he is breaking a “l AM SO SORRY YOU LOST.” wishbone with a charming young widow—possession! She knows it as plainly as though written indelibly upon your forehead. That is her particular forte. And when you break the bone and find yourself possessed of the short end she will look up into your eyes with a look that will cause your poor back hair to crimp and say, with that pitying tone of voice never so well modulated as by a widow: “I am so sorry you lost!” No matter what the after result of a good dinner may bring forth, you can not help but hie yourself away to some quiet resort obscure from pry ing and meddling eyes and bury your disappointment in books or blues. But when you break a wishbone with a sweet young girl it is a very different thing. Sweet young girl’s hearts were made to be broken like the wishbone. You secure a deal of paradise while breaking bones with a sweet young girl, whereas you get generally worm wood and gall when you break bones with a fair widow. You throw all your art into the act of breaking a bone with a young girl, but when you break a bone with a fair widow you throw your heart in against her art, and she beats you nine times out of ten. The best place to break a bone with a fair widow is in the corner of a snug sitting room, with the lights turned low. A man’s heart fire glows more vividly upon his cheeks then; also it is more fun for the widow. She quite prefers earnestness of purpose and is ever ready for a tilt of hearts against arts. You might win a prize in the lottery of life if you would break a bone with a fair young girl with your heart as fixed upon the one purpose— possession—as it was with the widow. Did you ever break a bone with a staid old aunt whose fortune you hoped to possess? If you lose your wish, your fortune is made, for she’ll put you down as a real nice nephew with out sordid fancies, but if you win she’ll pierce you with a look and say: “I expected you wanted me to hur ry up and die.” Always make it a point to lose your wish when breaking a bone with an expectant aunt who has a fortune. v A Now Plum Pudding; Recipe. A Thanksgiving plum pudding rec ommended by Mrs. Lincoln, as rich enough, but not too rich .to disturb the digestion of the children, is made with crackers. Six butter crackers are rolled fine and soaked in three pints of milk. A quarter of a cup of butter is creamed with one cup cf sugar, a half-teaspoouful of salt, and one teaspoonful of mixed spice, to gether with six well-beaten eggs. This is all stirred into the milk and a pound of the best stoned raisins added. It is putin a deep pudding-dish, well greased with cold butter and baked for three hours in a moderate oven. It should be stirred several times dur ing the first hour to keep the raisins from settling. The secret of the bak ing is that it should be slow. The pud ding is served with the usual lemon sauce. Decorations For the Feast. The decorations of the Thanksgiving dinner-table should be seasonable. The fruits and flowers that belong to the late autumn are the ones that should grace the November b<ard. Chrysanthemums are particularly ap propriate, and their decorative effect is excellent. Real Estate For Sale The tracts, lots, and parcels of lands as stated below are for sale, cheap for cash, or will exchange for available merchandise at reasonable prices. The land lots indicated will be sold with special warranty of title, with plat and grant, with the original “beeswax" seal: No. Dist. Sec. Acres. County. 942 2 3 40 Paulding. 124 7 2 40 Fannin. 90 1 81 Rabun. 118 26 2 40 Gilmer. 57 11 1 40 Union. 137 19 3 40 Paulding. 308 10 1 160 Union. 650 16 2 40 Cobb. 718 16 2 40 Cobb. 719 16 2 40 Cobb. 885 16 2 40 Cobb. 887 16 2 40 Cobb. 915 16 2 40 Cobb. 958 16 2 40 Cobb. 843 16 2 40 Cobb. 646 17 2 40 Cobb. 16 17 2 40 Cobb. 17 17 2 40 Cobb. 86 17 2 40 Cobb. 1090 17 2 40 Cobb. 267 20 2 40 Cobb. 1006 16 2 40 Cobb. 514 15 2 40 Cobb. 567 15 2 40 Cherokee. 584 15 2 40 Cherokee. 585 15 2 40 Cherokee. 638 15 2 40 Cherokee. 639 15 2 40 Cherokee. 640 15 2 40 Cherokee. 641 15 2 40 Cherokee. 642 15 2 40 Cherokee. 255 13 2 160 Cherokee. 102 21 2 40 Cherokee. 101 1 202} Troup. 731 19 3 40 Paulding. 72 3 3 40 Paulding. 501 3 3 40 Paulding. 880 2 3 40 Paulding. 1175 18 3 40 Paulding. 13 13 1 160 Pickens. 246 6 1 160 Chattooga. 708 18 2 40 Polk. 981 21 3 40 Polk. 7 26 3 160 Murray. 1012 12 1 40 Lumpkin. 314 11 1 40 Lumpkin. 697 11 1 40 Lumpkin. 573 5 1 40 Lumpkin. 830 11 1 40 Lumpkin. 148 8 2 160 Fannin. 629 3 4 40 Floyd. 643 18 2 40 Douglass. 8 3 490 Wayne. 95 3 490 Wayne. 96 3 490 Wayne. 151 3 490 W’ayne. 200 3 490 Wayne. J 173 3 245 Wayne. 160 2 490 Wayne. J 75 2 245 Charlton. }x}17516 . 25} Upson. }x}llll2 25} Taylor. } 368 28 125 Early. } 113 16 1 80 Union. } 175 16 1 80 Union. 815 14 1 40 Forsyth. 398 5 L 40 Dawson. 157 11 202} Henry. 104 19 2 40 Cobb. 901 21 2 74 Cherokee. Three lots, 50x150 feet eaeh, alto gether being Nos. 14, 15 and 16, on Mt. Zion avenue, in the village of Mt. Zion, Carroll county, Ga. One lot, No, 114, in block 17, in Montrose Park, Montrose county Col orado. Six acres on Satterfield Ford road, 5 miles from Greenville, in Greenville county, 8. C. Three lots at Montreal, on G. C. & N. railroad, DeKalb county, Ga. 1,100 acres; 700 hammock, 400 up land, in Screven county, Ga. This is a fine place, divided by the Georgia Central railroad, 50 miles from Savan nah. Railroad station on the place; good location for country store. Splendid situation for factory for staves and cooperage works. Enough good tim ber on the hammock land to pay for the place three or four times over. Investors are invited to examine this place. 1.149 acres on west bank of Savan nah river, in Effingham county, Ga., grant of 1784, and descent of title to present owner. 1.150 acres on Satilla river, in Cam dem county, Ga., grant from state, and deeds on record for 100 years back. Good title, by descent to pres ent owner. 1,150 acres on St. Mary’s river, in Camden county, Ga. Grant and deeds on record 100 years back. Good title, by descent to present owner. 430 acres on west bank of Savannah river, in Screven county, Ga. Deeds on record since 1827. Good title, by descent to present owner. I desire to sell these lands as soon as possible, and they must go at low prices, very low for cash, or on easy terms and long time with 5 per cent interest, as purchasers may desire and prefer. Persons desirous of investing mijfcey for future profits by enhance ments should examine these offers at once. I have other lands, which I will sell on good terms and low prices. In writing for information about any of these lands, refer to them by the number, district, section and county, and enclose two stumps, 4 cents, for .reply. Robert L. Rodgers, ts Attorney a* Law. Atlanta. Ga.