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'yyfcssgji /\ O yractc / ] Our th&nks 1 >: 4 For gentle v** vA ^r son? 0 C^>*c^4?f^ That" cheered While foiling i^y%M Until the ft friends ' V \a/o ^??rt Th f* 'V. UVV.|V 1W And share vu.it Of" fruit and We sing glad iVho blessed o Thu grace lb I mj boiinuj_bc v^ATHANpiVINf f-" OM.MY, have you counted the money yot? I am afraid you will not have enough, and you know I cau add only a little to it. It seems to me as if we had better do without the turkey and have a piece of meat roasted nice instead. It will be so much cheaper." "No, sir-ee." answered Tommy, "We're going to have a turkey this Thanksgiving if we never do again. My. can't I almost taste it!" he exclaimed. smacking his lips In delight ful anticipation. "I haven't counted the money yet. font I know there - enough, 'cause I've been saving sine* Inst spring every cent I could spar*. and?wed. there must be, that's nil. Let's git over the >111 of fare and then I'll count It." As be spoke lie took a stub of i>eucn and scrap of ;aper from a shelf and com rnenced to write. It was a dingy, ill furnished roo. iu a latge city tenement house, where few rays of happiness fell, and the Inhabitants ever appreciated small things at their full value. At the table, busily sewing, sat Tommy's sister Dora, a girl of fifteen, fair and pretty. Tommy himself was a newsboy, several years younger. They had bad a hard struggle for existence ever since they could remember, and Thanksgiving had hitherto been to them an unkuown event, but last year they had viewed with 110 little interest and some envy the preparations of a neighbor for that event, and Tommy had resolved to hoard every cent that . he possibly could before the next Thanksgiving should come, so that they might have a good, merry one of their own. "Listeu Dora." said he, looking up from the paper ou which he had beeu scribbling. "Here is our bill of fare ?one pie. mince, that will cost fifteen cents: I saw one down to the baker's on the corner this morning for that price; half a pound of nuts, mixed ones; two quarts of big red apples; a quart of cranberries: half a pouud of broken candy and the turkey. I've ).iin Ai,r down to Maxwell's, ^uavu iiiui ?" ? - - aud he's a buster, I can tell you? weighs six pounds and is as tender as?as chicken," pausing for want of a comparison. "Now, Dora, what are you going to get?" Dora smiled at his eagerness, then said: "The pudding, you know, aud it's to be a real old-fashioned one: Mrs. Beede, downstairs, showed me how to make one last week. I shall have to get raisins, and eggs, and sugar, and all sorts of things for It; and there, I watched a neighbor's preparations. haven't told you, Mrs. Beede made me n present this morning of a big pumpkin; she had three sent her from the country, and she did not need t his one, so 1 shall make two big pumpkin pies. Won't that be nicer'' "Jolly!" said Tommy, clapping his hands, "why. we'll have a dinner lit for a kiug'r Day after to-uiorrow? don't I wish 'twould hurry up and come!" "Remember, we have much to do before it comes," replied Dora; "tomorrow will be a busy day." Tommy opened the little box where he kept his savings and spread the pile of coppers, uickles and dimes out before him. There proved to be enough to get the things he had planned and a few cents over, whieh lie said lie should invest in coffee Thanksgiving morning dawned bright nfPl clear, and Dora and Tommy were early astir and surveyed with pride their well filled pantry. TLe pies of golden pumpkin looked delicious enough to tempt a king. The ro6y SUPPI JEjrsjEISII' * y~U . I >us God, To thee xue bring 'or blessings of the year; rains in early spring,' |b Hie farmer's ear;birds, for blooming flowers, us sfill from sun to sun, on through weary hours arvcsf ujtork mas done.. and kindred ^gathered near, anksgiving as of yore, h joy the bounteous cheer grain, a priceless sfore. songs of praise lo fhee; ur labor while uic slrove. all the uiorld is free, mndlcss as thy Lcx/e. <!=> o i ' apples reposed on a plate surrounded by a layer of nuts. The ininee pie and the bunch of celery beside It looked quite pretty. Then there were the little dishe6 filled with candy. The plum pudding, a work of skill, and last. but by no means least, the turkey itself. It was really a remarkable looking turkey, so thought Tommy, and Dora agreed with him. He lay in majestic state In the long pan that Mrs. Beede had kindly lent Dora for the occasion, all ready for the oven. "Seems most's if I was dreaming," snld Tommy ni lengm. "There won't be another such dinner anywhere round. Wouldn't those emigrants downstairs who came last week Just open their eyes If they could look in here?" "That's iust it." said Dorai some what 6adly. "While I enjoy our happiness as much as you do. I cannot help feeling sorry for so many around us who have none. I wish that we might share some of ours, but I fear that it would be hardly a beginning, and I am selfish enough to want it all for ourselves." Taking a last look at the turkey. Tommy went out for his morning papers. I>ora had just put the turkey in the oven when she heard the door bell ring, and ran down stairs to answer it. It was the postman, and he handed her a letter, but a glance at the name upon it told her that it was for the emigrant family down stairs on the right hand side. Dora knocked at the door, and as she did so heard a child's voice crying, and its mother trying to hush it. No answer to her knock being given she stepped inside. The father had gone out to search for some work that he might procure some bread and fuel that they sorely needed, and a boy, about as big as Tommy, stood looking sadly out of the window. The mother sat holding a little girl, who was crying, trying to j ' hush her with promises of something by and by. Dora handed her the letj ter, and she nodded her head in thanks, j being unable to talk a word of Eug; lish. i wnnitor wli.it Tomtnv will sav when I tell him," thought Dora, "that I am going to give my share of our dinner to these people, they are so poor, poorer than we, for I don't believe they have had anything to oat for two or three days. I know Tommy will not be willing, and I am afraid I shall not like it much better, but I uover could enjoy it after hearing that little girl cry for food." As she opened the oven door a savory smell came out, and at that moment she heard Tommy's voice calling: - ? . 1.EMENT TO THE RECORD, K: "Dora. Dora, I want to toll yon somethin?. Don't you remember how I told you about that boy who was run over last week? Well, he lives In this house around on the other side: I didn't know it before, for they just i tn whon lu. was hurt, and I saw his face at the window as I went past, and I went in to see him. lie was taken to the hospital, hut they sent him hack as cured last night. only lie says he won't he able to sell papers for two weeks more, anyway, sd lie feels dreadfully downhearted. ITis mother is sick most all the time, so what Dick earned was a groat help. I'm almost sure they won't have anything pood for Tbnnkppivinp. so I want to carry them and old Granny Martin, who lives in the next room to theirs, some of our Thanksgiving dinner." "Oh, I'm so plad. Tommy!" cried Dora, "for I have planned the same thing almost to give some to the German family down stair*. That will take It most all; but we won't care, for we will have our Thanksgiving by making others happy." "Yes,'' said Tommy, "wo will. When shall we commence?" "In a few moments the turkey will be done, and we will begin to carry around our things right away." So the turkey was cut up and divided, and Tommy and Dora bustled themselves distributing their prowls ions until only two Qfiples and some coffee remained, besides the turkey frame. But the delight of the German children and the pleasure of their parents were sweet to witness, and when old Granny Martin, who was nearly VilinU nnrl Jiml nnt thnnirht of having a Thanksgiving, kissed Dora, with tears In her eyes, and told her that the pumpkin pie made her think of those ( she used to cat when she was a girl in the country, she felt nlore than repaid for the sacrifice she had made. So did Tommy when he saw the speechless surprise of Dick and his ! mother at the unexpected kindness, and Dick told 1 lm that he was the best fellow in the world, and that next Thanksgiving Day they would cele- ! brate It together, and have the best . one ever seen,?Alice C. Caldwell, in , The Beacon. 1 Thanksgiving Mince MeAt. The preparing and marketing for Thanksgiving begin early, the first preparation usually being the mincemeat. For this purchase the neck of the beef?the sticking piece, as It contains more of the Juices of the meat. Tart apples should be used. Currants cleaned and picked over can now be purchased by the box and are really a saving of time and money. Use good raisins, rs there te no economy In spoiling the mincemeat by not using the best of material. Many prefer the sultana raisin, as It is seedless.?Philadelphia Press. Turkey Dreaalng. 1^^^^ I Chestnut Stuffing For the Turkey. Take bread one day old, grate or cut off the crust, crumb It very flue by rubbing between the hands and add one-fifth the bulk of lurge Italian chestnuts boiled, peeled and uiushed, two onions chopped fine and a seasoning of pepper, salt, mace and thyme. Moisten this with four ounces of melted butter, but no water must go iu this dressing ?New York News. INGgTREE, S. 0., NOVEMBER The Carver Fair and Gentle. The athletic girl has a iiew field for her talent in the guise of the Thanksgiving turkey. It is no longer settled without dispute, that she has fulfilled her social duty when she makes one around the festal board, whose glories are heightenej by the nutbrown bird. She must be able, if called upon, to wield a knife over its doue-to-turnness, and carve it with the cold scrutiny of a medical studenf at his first dissection; she must knew a leg from a wishbone and be able to give a wing, a neck and a bit of breast to the hopeless Invalid of the party without a smile ;she must not be overcome with confusion when the terrible child asks for a small piece of the "flick and the flin," nor must she draw the diagram on the outside of the bird, as she was taught to do at cooking school. It is considered a compliment to be asked to carve the bird at the Thanksgiving illnnor, and the receiver of the delicate flattery must not be found wanting in experience and willingness. Carving as a fine art has possibilities which the girl of to-day, with her eye open to the necessities of completeness in her repertoire of agilities, has not been slow to recognize. For the time being she has transferred her skill from the golf links to the turkey liuks, and with the grace of habit and health, stands sponsor for the correct dismemberment of the piece de resistance of the holiday. There are less interesting sights than a pretty girl at a daintily decorated table fronted by the platter with Its crisp contents, over which she wields the knife and fork with the celerity, correctness and PU1UI"U UlliJ, Willi ?uii.li cU\j auuiiuioters social cuts, when circumstance renders them necessary. The Day After Thanksgiving. Mr. Gobbler?"Are you the fellow that had my wife for diuner yesterday."?Truth. Xot one late leaf of golden name I* left; The autumn boughs are barren and forlorn.. .The meacfow-levels and the fields bereft Of wind-waved clover and of dun-topped corn. 'Pry, scattered seed-pods burrow out of sight, Biding long-months before the springtime birth ? From looms of dark are woven webs of light?. Give thauks, give thanks, O carth> The green and scarlet riot In the briers,'. __ The crimson of the vines upon the wall-* The late gray rains have washed away their flrei And pulls of snow, like ashes, cover alt. Vet, blossoming In fragrance on the slli, Are flowers that winter cannot bid depart. So cheery buds of hope may blossom stilJ? Give thanks, give thanks, O heart) We used to love the tephyr's soft caress, That swept the blue wdd asters to and fro And whispered In tbe corn-leaves?none the less In keeh, strong winds there is a charm, and though Wc may not In the placid valleys dwell, While the gray Year is rushing to his goal,! Kest tranquilly, for tnis is also wellGive thanks, give thanks, 0 soull * I'erhiip* n Hnppy Thought. r.ii,. . 11 dimes wns arms toined to even up the general average with this sort of consolation: "The world's great men have not commoniy been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men." : 29, 1900. The Ruby Cabonn. There once was a beautiful baby baboon \\ no -ihIc an aronna 111 a mi uuuoon. lit- sighed and he sang and he scowled md he sneezed. And he prettily prattled whenever he pleased. lie sailed as high As the summer sky, And then he said, "I don't see why 1 can't sail right up into the moon. T tl ink I'll start this afternoon; With a strong south wind I'll get there soon." And he did! That adventurous baby baboon. ?Carolyn Wells, in Judge. lilow air. Good-night Retires. London possesses one of the cleverest trained horses in the world. His specialty Is a retiring act, and to be entirely In accord with it he Is named Mr. Good-night. The costume In which he appeared for his act is checked trousers, dark Jacket, boots on his hind feet, and a straw hat. These clothes he took off leisurely, and then sat down in an arm-chair and removed his boots. lie then left the ring, and wheeled in his bedstead by pushing It along with his head. One by one the bedclothes followed, and, with a little help from the attendants, he was careful to place the bolster and pillow In their right positions. A light was next brought in by the horse, but, as he raced around the ring, it went out. He promptly fetched rfnother, and lighted a candle by his bedside. After putting out the match or torch, by 1 kneeling down and knocking it on the sawdust, he laid down to rest, first of all putting his light out by knocking over the washstand on which it rested. When lying down, the horse pulled the quilt over him. and pretended to be asleep.?Little Folks. A Bear Aboard Ship. "Bears make good pets," said Lieutenant Clark, not long ago, to a reporter for the New Orleans Picayune. "When I was in the revenue service at Alaska, we had one on the boat; and he made things hum. We named him j Wineska. He used to climb to the ' Y*n-r\A Aror hnnfl cross-irees, ^'uiug up uauu wivi by the ratlines. One day he ventured out on the yard-arm,and there he stayed. We had to get a rope and haul him down. Once he vaulted over the head ! of our Chinese cook, and went Into the lockers, where he helped himself to sugar and butter. We had a tackling ' made for him, much the sam! as a harness of a pet pug, and would drop him overboard, with a rope attached, , to take his bath. Once he landed in a native boat, and nearly frightened the occupants out of their wits. lie , was as playful as a kitten; and, al- ; though sometimes he disobeyed, he was never treacherous or unkind. | When he was lost or hid himself, as [ he often did, we would look in the dark till we saw two little balls of fire. These were his eyes, and gave mm away every time. Bob's First Circus. Robbie trotted contentedly'along under the sun's fierce rays. For was he not going to his first circus? ( II? laughed delightedly when he thought of all the queer things he t should surely see, and handled his two pennies over and over, never dream- , lug that he could not see the circus with that small sum. His mother f was running all over the neighborhood in search of her boy; but Robbie , never thought of that, and trudged j along, perfectly happy. , When he came in sight of the throng : of people, his heart gave a leap of , fear; and he had some misgivings. But this was not the time to give up. So j Robbie pushed manfully forward, ( bound on going to the circus in spite f of everything. He picked out a lady, who. as he thought, was going to the circus. "Surely," he reasoned, "anybody anywhere near around will go." 1 So, when she turned and went In the opposite direction, Robbie followed * close behind her. By and by he be- < gan to wonder why she did not buy < her tickets. The lady walked fast, the ' afternoon was hot, the circus seemed < further off than ever; and it was more i than he could stand. Suddenly the < lady was startled to hear a child burst 1 out crying behind her. 1 Turning around, she said: "What is - the matter, little eiinur Are you iom.- > "Are?aren't?you going?to the circus?" sobbed Rob, raising his dirty 1 face to her. 1 "Oh, no!" Then, as she understood Rob's mistaken idea, she laughed mer- I rily; but, catching a glimpse of his i woe-begone face, she said: "It is too t late for the circus now. But we will i get some candy, and take a ride home on the cars. Can you tell me your name and where you live?" Bob promptly produced a card, bear- j ing his name and address, which his j wise and experienced mother had pro- \ vided for just such emergencies as this, j They went to a store, and Rob picked j out some candy. Then they hailed a ] car, and were soon aboard. j Rob loved candy and riding on the < ears; and so he leaned back iu his , seat a perfect picture of content. s "Did your know you went to j the circus, Rob?" asked the nev j triend, witli a let-ling of pity for the j mother who had lost sight of her t child. Rob turned a perplexed gaze on , her. and then answered seriously, "I , didn't tell her." I Nothing more was said until they i reached home: but you may be cer- , taLu Rob's matter was grateful to the < V H9 lady, and said sue wouiu never forget to keep Rob supplied with those valu? able cards.?Christian Register. A Glimpse of Saturn. In St. Nicholas Irene Brown describes an afternoon ascent of Mt. Hamilton, and a midnight drive from the Lick observatory back to Sail Jose, after a peep through the great Lick telescope. Exactly at noon, In the land of the yellow poppy, one Saturday in June, several grown people and a little brown-faced, brown-haired, browneyed girl sat down to lunch In a big hotel In the city of San Jose, California. Even from San Jose could be seen the white dome of the observatory to which they were bound 28 miles distant by the road, but only 13 In af straight line. It was like a bit of snow on the very top of Mount Hamilton. The upward journey seemed dangerous enough, but the thought of ,1 ?* n<itV, frviin piUlJgiilg UU?Uf Ul 1U?UI, )>IIU iv/ui horses, around those curves, where the least mistake of driver or horse would mean death, made the timid little woman exclaim, "My kingdom for a tent!" There were no accommodations on the inountaintop for tourists, and all stages returned by night. Isabel was too young to understand much about astronomical apparauts, so*sl?e was glad when all went out to see the suu set. From an elevation of over 4000 fet they saw the blue and hazy Santa Clara Valley. As Isabel stood with one foot on a stone curb which seemed to. prevent one's sliding down the mountain-side, she screamed aloud in fright, as the-* great sun suddenly appeared to be coming swiftly toward her. Even her father could scarcely persuadfe her that it was only an illusion. Soon the sun looked wider from right to left than from top to bottom, then a notch was seen in the lower part, then the bottom flattened out, then It took thle form of a mushroom. The sun sank rapidly Into the fog overhanging the Pacific; but Isabel and her father stood watching the glaw on the distant hills until the shadows of the valley had crept to their feet on the mountain-top. People now be pan to po upstaris into tne great aouie. They passed to the left and took their , places In order, aS they came up, outside a railing. The lmtae!f!& steel dome was opened, and Isabel was surprised to see the great telescope, whose lens is 3d inclfMB In diameter, moved with sut? ease. As soon as it was dark enougnH groups of people passed through the^ railing to the movable floor. This was Jowered onje in a while, that observers rn^B^rbe In position to use the telescope as it was cdoved to keep the planet In range. Isabel whispered to herfather, "Don't you think we ought to be patient?" "Yes," he replied; "these people have coiue a long uisiauce lor a iuuuuem ? glimpse of Saturn through this great telescope." Finally, It was Isabel's turn to look through the "four-Inch iinder," as a smaller telescope is called. The kind professor lifted her In his arms and held her at just the right height. She knew that Saturn, like the earth, was a planet revolving around the sun. When she looked through the small telescope, Saturn [lid not seem round, butelliptical. That was because she saw him and his rings as one mass. But through the great telescope, Saturn, with his bright rings around him, looked much as she had seen him iu i picture. % The professor seemed to think It worth while to explain things to a little girl, and kindly said: "The distance through Saturn is about 72,000' miles, or nine times the distance through the earth. Can you see three rings. These rings are neither solid, liquid, nor gaseous. We think that they are composed of millions of little aioons." ".Millions?" exclaimed the astonished isebel, who had always thought one moon lovely. "These rings," he went on, "are ibout 100 miles thick, and when the ?dge of the rings gets towards us, we ran not see it at a distance of so many millions of miles. So, sometimes, we ^annot see Saturn's rings; but now the rings are tilted, so that we see them rlearly. Now, can you see the large moons? Saturn has eight, and I think, f you look a moment, you can see six." \t first Isabel could see but four moons which she had not noticed. "I think I have seen enough, and I :hank you ever so much, sue said, 'or many people were waiting. By half-past 10 they were again lacked in the stage. San Jose, with ts electric lights. 4000 feet beneath :hem, and 28 miles away, seemed like i fairy city twinkling in the distance. Keeping Honse in Paris. Good butter can be bought In Faris it from 40 cents to $1 a pound; it can le bought from 28 to 40 cents outside :he city limits. Bear in mind that but:er In France Is always fresh, unsalted, tnd Is finest when right from the churn, in New York City or Boston such but:er can scarcely be bought for less than a pound. Regarding meat, the expense will depend upon the marketing sMll. In Paris meat is nominally dear; nit if Mine. Francaise has a reputation for economy, it has been fairly won, lot by her skill in cooking, but by her skill in buying. Khe ruus everything >n a small scale?one chop for each person, butter once a day. a small gateau for dessert, coffee and bread for breakfast, a small piece of meat and me vegetable for dinner?that is alL-? Liood Housekeeping. 1