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0 V ■ and the Rich Man I ?! A Thanksgiving Storg / < 4'- ■4 1 ’ 1. the day be- Thanlcnffiv- ins, hu( th^re wu» no feellng of ibankfulniMjH with in Henry Forbea. H-ia look waa hop** lena, hla clothes were needy, and It wan long since he had been able to satisfy his bun- ger % Forbes was be* ginning to long for ] Tengeance He was iteginning to feel | that the blade and the torch were Jus- f finable. He bad Rone ffoui place to place all day and he had always heard the same reply But it was not only the experience of a day that rankled In his breast. It was the experience of that day repeated.^over and over The fever from which he had bat lato- voted b'tn in wjme speoilattpa. or voi&e jcj may have left it to bta. St. rely, he cannot boneatly. have •arned so much more than I have Yet the preachers talk about (Jod*s justice., If God U just why Is he there mod why am L cbm pel led to stand out hern in the dark and shiver, with no hope for tomorrow?’”' Another ciirriage passed up the drive and Forbeu bit^rly said to him self: “Bah! I suppose society is gather ing hero tb>d" evening for one of itn ‘fuacfioniK Tomorrow the papers sriU halve Urffa of the n^mes of the people w«r« present. The money they Spend for Powers this erenipg' would be enough to keep many a. imor family comfortable that will have to suffer through the winter ’* • ^ He clutched his hands and swore that he didn't believe a just God could reign while su*:b conditiona existed. He worked himself .Into such a passion that &*» forgot the.cold, forgot, the dan- ^ ger of heing arrested for vagrancy, for got that he was talking aloud. *fhen he saw a woman coming down Mis walk from tbs palace among the frees. He started away but impulsive ly turned again and met her an sh< w as passing through the gate. He j could see in the dim ligp? which re- ] mained '’bat she was probably a ant. and he asked ’ "Who lives up UKwe’ » "Hr Talbura^-[ mean the' "Ob AmK*hey’re haring ree<»ptlop/or wimeLbing‘oY that kind], tonigljkfaro they?’*' /tfb. Mr. Talburn's dead They're | getting .eady fo^'^h** funorwl,*’ , ^orbes pushed his aands down into his pocket^/and st*v>t for a inomcnl. ’Long Abou ivitf Time I DA 1 looldiig ar the apfeodid boose in which ly recovered iiad bi***n respohsibl» for is - the loss of hi** position H >. btl f worked tip to that place through ye.i^<| piiisnr. effiKti. ,of uiTddt'ady patient. effort a , a ; •~S W ! |f. wherever he appli i th*** gave H understai.d tils', he • odU ha^^vo io' *1ft baCk to the Iv’W . lr vV a'.', o' s. - •’? I! IM ft y. U a'- t^i- t J tie ijukamor-.,' > niaioiiVi J t. • H ■* ?’ -v‘ ^ in iXc w-ioua! s Hliiiicd .iloiig by w. rf! / ‘‘i - ' d ,w ' 0 - these carKage - » V caflki*^! glimpse of a man wlthi ft 0 ful of. Rowers Other carriage^-. ^ s *- z By Francil Bird Pugh. 1630 jtemw . »i woods and frowning aky ar farther on ^ A wide, wiid waata of water wallir In The hearta that yearned for touch < loved one's hand. For parents’ blessing and for chit drott’a k.aa. that’s goin' pin’ of the brisK breeze in’ dow^t I Tho silken taaegls of the maize hi . waved Above the leveled graves of many one Unequal to the contest with Perce m« . And fiercer nature; but that PilgH band V\, Kneeling, praised' God. and thanki him that the r»-th And water gave ti*em food, ar moat of dll That they were free to worship hli for whom They had given up alt jnan boll doar on earth. ■' I Theirs waa the sowing, our the reaplr time. God mad# of them a nation, and atanda With one hand plunged in rough .A (antic's foam And one laved in the gentler waters/ I The blue Pacific. Through its ire ellow fnen, you ys money you cauv^aiittle'j novy/and then,! , • $£ / [ ~~ . -r - \j/i fine to yafte. from <jargamin.’' of the home w e caSl^^i ^ y j '' ✓' f/ * • • veins— A network wraps the land from aai to west— 1 t/ The life blood of the nation ebbs ar flows. v From the abundance v of breast / its fruitfi - \ •s \ It feeds the children ol its alder ki And grants ta an within its shelterir , \ -arms ■ Free dCm of worship which cur f the’rs craved. / h ... alOtigll Occasionally » wa>riag>c pi t up th“ ilvivo tuwuril tjy* big \houn0 u which till* fifHt UgfUrt'VMiri* Iwiglflilip* ♦o tlli'k* Forl'i s c: ati arniful or iiowcrs uthor carriagoii passed mlt l*re»*‘uMy a wagon load *d wl'h folding chairs wan lirivan through the gate,and up toward tly4 'ho ri^h majK^dy dead huge pile that loomed among the^af ! towxrd tly' woman, lie a*ko<l: Icmi tr<*ea. / • Forbes drew % heavy high And shiv..} rred in the cold. Hr atariAd on. fear ing that he might h*' mgkpnrtrd oY Va granry or aomethtnaurorae If he we^ .your .boy hood. Knew to find the glad sun ' used 'to do,.' ' ! g ago. about ThanKsg to spare. When your pa afid ma w always fair! justj^ie way n'.iwhg were always '■fan You 0-' ,o-0 Teom of HotmsT- C, r-en. w o bu..'ded better than kcew. "./ We. t* - , r*e Ofi'vo^-hy children, giv • ' G:d thanks .S' For this, car country, which we Q/ to thee. livin’ and the days J 913 TURKEY FOR TEN found loitering aytho gate, hut lifter he had gone one ^alf a 8<juajpe jiKrfurned Lohabk an<l s;«e»d Jx^ide the tall iron post again, . ’ \X “I have tolled and b *.*n honest,'* he thought, ’ and whatV'my regard * Aft- WJhtSrfktho funeral to twr _ SrroW.-sneanawer.-d.' ' <4qAHANI^f,lVl.SG ain’t different •^baukagiviug m a poor day for s’ ' 1 ^ *** ^er day.. epApped funer il isn’t it^ - x MelUcent. making the moat of ’’Any d.ay in a lioqy day lor a ft. Tl* ,n ^ noc^r. “What’a the neral." ahe a lid. amt wep- oh brf *&+***■ * 1 t,,rkwy whtt0 you vf i Forlx*H puiiorWm-uNogetbey^t:a reed-bird appetite!/ / ft ain’t juat the turkey itBeJf;" X •X- i /? ■ - n S' moment later, and, starting .onward. aaidj^X^ • i?o it is. Any day tg-A ;aior day for i funeral, tnd anvaiay i.f a poor day for giving ap hop*! and ’.osiug laith io pii\*d Mrs. Dtdia Wyatt, wi? iidd.” At. y*ie,>sfri'*‘t corner he halte*i. un I'ertaX wbicli way <o go hile he hesiUted a map, bPiW'oeh^d h^n ‘ What h tho t-ouble. my in* nd?’’ the stranger laked,. ’J in •Iningry ^ad I’m. out of a job.**' Fori:eg replied. “l^hu you Xot re- »!?)> a know ing shake of her head, ’'though it’s sur* prtslbg bow plumb crury thtf. kiddlea are after drumaUck^" Laall of love. i( Mr Burfcaiih <obti^oniy produce,coati-' pede- gobblers!. But it's what Uv»*tur» key stands ^fdr. Meliiceot.’’ as a momeOtM aileuceV the* , .There ’he ,pKik reasserted itself. “Maybe th^r;* is—when you’ve got sons and daughters and grandehUdruu to round the table' and look . for tt, ^ snapped Mulicent; ’ but I’d like to drive a t«ani •of''horses'*’ course I can ” \ X j hnow what’s backing up a Thauksgiv- “!”n«>t*d aniextea driver dTni.to far- in * turkey when you ain’t gou any pfisod Taddle JRoosevptt TortoisesheU wi'h a bear hug. and darted, from, the house—bearing ijK* exul id expressions of au dYi hangtfl, anil wearing , two 'glovos tor the same hand In the gathering twilight of thai. Thankegiyiug evo Mise Melllcent’s doorbell tinkled excitedly, and the next mom on t Mrs. Wyatt dashed into the sitting-room * 4 . * "l wanted’you from first, MelUcent.’’ she panted, without preface, "but it made thirteen at tablerpind It never oc curred to me until an bdur ago that'! could count Jessie’s twinafas one Just as well as uoi Ydji'Il come; of course"" ‘ I’m aoCfy; P»*lia. but I've a previous engagement-—with a Thanksgiving tqr- key of my own.” “You l»ught one. after all? But, MelhCeni, tt will bo so lonesome eat- urg it without any of your own folks gitf here.” /'“I'm-to have some of my’ own folks —fen of them!’* nish carriages for Mr Talhurn.-* fu« ^ ^ m neral toniorfgiaK' C»>op* dong. You're Just the mad rm;T6okiP1g for, 1 can I*ut you to vorJC now and give you a steady Job if "you want U.**^ "I’m alive and I’ve got a job.'* though! Forbes a* he walked along with *ii» employer, "and tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. “ t « ••ginning to Long for Vengeaneo. , * ’ ’ ^ HL •r twenty, fhara they toll me to go X back and start all over again, Pretty eoon they won’t even give me a chance to do that. Then they’ll tell me l*ta too old, and what’ll follow? Oh God— If there is a God—what are «e coming to? Here I etand out in the cold, mi* "My Prayer.- Heavenly Father, instead of bring ing to thee merely. empty words ot to.ks to reunite for a farmily dinner?" Mrs. Wyatt put bw knitting imo lu*r work nag. with .* sigh. ‘ I’ve got to stop in it John.son s to buy some ('b(*st- nuts for the stuffing.’’ she explained, in apology for her glance a» the clock and abrupt leave-taking “What did l do with :ny bht? Ob. here it is qa.the chair MelUcent. do you remember j Angelina Snow?"^ ' Meiiicent nodded, her mouth brist ling with five hat. pius, as she stowd with Mrs. Wyatt’s jacket held out in both handa toward tb*- open (ire. "You made me think of something she told me onc^-my left sleeves caught there. Meiiicent. Angelina had 3 Vegetarians Thanksgiving ink^ul for ,.x and m thankful for the celery. The canned pears and the onion stew; I’m rhankful for the beans; to me The turnips look inmhnfr The sweet potatoes give me i The parsnips gladly I But best of all things is the Aroma of the turkey which , I am perm it ted to .nhale. 'i -<5=SS=3~ Tt-tith proper thank: I break the ennt That Fortune lays beside <ny plate; I shun the oysters, for { 'must X Not carelessly be (empting Fate; The ^blets aQ askfe I tlausL To me they are of no avail. | I prove my strength while gazing at *' • ^ i — X . Hers'a a .world th^t I* white, '■ road snnoqjhaj glass. And a spapKfrg good team that yot ne.gfTbar can’t pass. And a sieighfui of family—young folk and old— 'Well tucked in with i a probes to kee out tne cold; Arid atune with the laughter that ligh •ns the way Is the dear, delicious tangly ] - And the jingle,.jingle, jangle Of the sleighbells in New England On Thanksgiving^ky. # - / • Now the house »/i*.« nuu«« is in sigh^ with th door opened wide While tne darling old mother stand wafting inside. j^Why the love in her face shines lik sun on the snow! You’re the child that you used to b long, long ago. Now the hard trust of woridlines ‘ pastes away X V With her arms ^afound your neck o< this Thanksgiving day. “Why, Meiiicent, only y<*»t**r<Jay you j The nch and juicy mince pie that told methgt them wasn’t a living soul J must ooR eat. but may inhale. .. related to you this side the Rockies, c c and—" - X A — o. c. *’*V' > , “That waa l»**fore ypu taught ma how to find them, Delia. Tbete. don’t bo frightened. I’ve’not lost my mind. You remember about Angelina SnoW I got to thinking of the uglier lives than mine, Delia. Of tho two dear Misses Freecolt worryover money matters ever Hince they lost so much In that mining venture; of my lit dressmaker, who was the pette<rdkr- Ung in her home back eaat and^fiat to >n keepini Why We Give Thanks. Thanksgiving to God is fitting, be cause we have countless reason* for i it. God ia our father, end he fills all oar days with blessings. There is nev--' er a moment when we have not some- [ thibg new for which to praise him. , lc ^ Xberb is blessing tn everything he If*' does for us and sends to us. We should be most ungrateful if did not give > thanks-unto .God Psayer should not Then home with the pace, cold and broght. Just tir.geing with Silver earth’s ve« ture-of whj: The vofees are hushed, for the epel aour . 4 Is fotdtng ail close In its magica - 'power. /y work for her living amoog/rfirangers be all clamor for ne# favors. It should, out here, because her lungs are wealrj be full of recognition,.of mercies sad is. it is thanks for the many bleasings that, th o Nu«. terrible bad one morning V erable, giOne. with the world against } thery soipe one bss enough to Up mahe a hutu]r»d p**rb&(m s thousand| —such men as 1 am happy. People i kuch men as l am drl’ke past me with no thought of what .1 am. with no sympathy to offer, and hurry to where he ie. surrounded by isplendor, where they may flatter him land add to his joys because—heemyso \|* U-4 r v he has the money that n hundred—per* haps a thousand—others should share l “And which of us has been the bet ter man? Which of us has honestly earned theVmoM?’ Which has kept nearest to (Jbd’H t omiiisndnients? PeF haps he has ius mon >y because he has ehentod others, or becauso luck fa- have come to me throughout the^yeor. help me to show my heart’s deep grati tude by doing all the useful things I can la thy name today • Let me .try to find every lonely heart Within my reach, and freely .share my portion of cheer trith all. Let me remember to speak the tardy words of honest praise and apprecia tion my selfish Ups have uaWUtjagly withheld, and prayerfully leavw unsaid the Uttle things that hurt and sting. Let me fally test the tender that lies In smiles, kind words and lit tle acta of thougbtfulaeee,’aad see how many end, discouraged souls 1 can make glad And grant, O Pat^r. that the tide, may, find nothing in my burnt powep left undone or ufciaid that continued Mra Wyatt. sUcking in the hatpins one by one as she talked, "but ‘stead of sitting down and making com pany of them she trotted them right out tor a walk. And what do you sap- pasp'She <Jid thee? She went up down Spring street, looking and ing. and every time she passedA wom an uglier than .herself ebe counted her off on a finger When her fingers gave out she weat b^Nhe—cured An gelina Wouldn’t ImXtaken a blue rib-, at a beautjKshow, either " ■eUicent /Kncey’s practical, active nature hp<r ad time for sentimenUUn- ing. bur the mornlngnfter Mrs. Wyatt’s* vtsX new.' strange thoughts—with nkling eyes and wistful smiles— k-t* peeping out at her from behind the routine of daily duties, and at aboa and she cant live anywhere else; of ! poor, fastidious Mrs. Adams, who can only afford a . third-claas boarding house; of—lX>nt go on. but they're all Invited, and they've all accepted.” She rose, and as she turned toward Mrv WyGlt the firelight revealed a radiant with happinees. “I can’t talk,things out the way you can. De lia," the concluded, with a gay little laugh, ’’but Just you come into the kitchen wtth^me and see my Thanks- gtylpg turkey!"—May C. Ring wait, in Lon Angeles Times. Measured Hoofs beats keep time to tin thoughts on the way,. And mark the rhythmic tangle^ X And the jingle, jingle, jangle Of the sleighbelle in New England os Thanksgiving day. Some Features Remain. Thanksgiving. 1621! How waa it celebrated? The roll of a drum an-! good things. Jt ie good. also, to give thanks, because it makes our own Uvea sweeter, truer and more beautiful. Joy Is beauty. Praise is comedy. One who done not give thanks lacks tho high- j est element of loveliness. Ingratltnde is dark and somber, praise is light and beautiful. Giving thanks also makes us greater blessings to others. Prais ing people scatter .... inspiration wherever they go. They make others happier, braver, stronger. Our days hould be full of praise and song. Then ' - 0 ‘ - “'X' ( iod will be pleased with oar Uvea and : 'ilia world will be made'sweeter and \ ' «tter.-Lj. R. Miller. D. D. THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS • ’ X/ Probably there are some people wbc wish turkeys Were as cheap as'Thanks giving proclamations —Toledo Blade. . Nearly a hundred marriage Hrnnsei to -add Joy to the Thanksgiving! Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. The drumstick eatery about tbs hoard may at least be thankful that turkeys are not quadrupeds.—Boston Herald** - '>• ,r Hash, brothers, hash with cafe; h—>■ everywhere—Bal li bel p some one in ne.*d. or mpke the she suddenly dropped brttom anj W world better and brighter. t. dressed with trembling fingers., tsr- u aounced the hour for prayer. After the religious service came feasting ami outdoor athletic sports. - * Thanksgiving day. IfilS? How'will it be'&elebrat»*d? With reiigic is serv ices, i«**i sting and outdoor athletic: HKLl d " Individual 8plr<L Although a national* observance, the ♦pint of Thanksgiving moat ever ha individual. Otherwise it must be mere term and ceremony, lacking that heart felt gratitude, that spontaneous Im pulse which eprings unbidden the grateful heart. Well, just he thankful that you are Pot* a Turk—American. European* or Asiatic.—Newark Star. “-Heads you win.” said the waggish turkey as he stretched his neck on the chopping bloc A—Chicago Record- Herald.