Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, November 26, 1908, Page 3

PROFESSIONAL ..CARDS.. ARTS MISS DICKINSON ART OF PIANO PLAYING 404 MINNESOTA AVE, LAWYER . FRANK: A JACKSON LAWYER BEMIDJI - 'D. H. FISK Atto ney and Counsellor atLaw ot MINN ce over Post Office E.E McDonald EY AT LAW FRANCIS S.- ARNOLD, LL.M. Land Titles Examined and Deraigned 802 Beltrami Ave. PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS. Dr. Rowland Gilmore and Surgeon Ph"‘mm Files Block DR. E. A. SHANNON, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Ottice Bloek Phone 3967 ™° Res. Phone 397 L. A. WARD, M. D. Phone No. 51 Oftice over First Natlonal Bank. House No. Gor Lake Blvd. Phone No. 351 Dr. A. E. Henderson Physician and Surgeon Office over Pirst National Bank, Bemidjl, Mjnn Office Phope 36. Residence Phone 72 DENTISTS. DR. D. L. STANTON DENTIST Office in Winter Block DR. J. T. TUOMY Dentist rst National Bank 8u 1d’g. Tetephone No. 230 DRAY AND TRANSFER. Wes Wright, Dray and Transfer. 404 Beltrami Ave Phone 40. Tom Smart [ d baggage. Safe and Plano moving. P:;;: No. 5‘5 | 618 America Ave. CITY LIVERY, FEED AND SALE STABLE Good Rigs and Careful Drivers. SMART & REITER, 312 Beltrami Ave. |Jane Ward’s By CLARISSA MACKIE ANE WARD bent If over her knitting, her wrinkled face puckered into harsh lines that belied the mild .brown eyes be- hind the steel bowed spectacles. Jane’s chair was drawn in front of the stove, and her clicking needles kept time to the tick- Ing of the big clock. Suddenly the door opened, and an- other woman entered. She was tall and thin, with scanty dark hair strain- ed away from her forehead. “Howdy do, Jane Ward?” she said in a deep masculine voice, seating her- self in the Boston rocker, where she could stare into Jane Ward’s face. “I thought I'd run in and see what prep- arations you was making for Thanks- giving this year.” Jane Ward looked up. “I ain’t mak- Ing none,” she said, with a little snap of her lips, “and you know it, Esther Pike. You know I ain't keeping Thanksgiving any more.” “You're tempting Providence, Jane,” returned the other woman succinctly. “Tempting fiddlesticks!” snorted Jane contemptuously. “I kept Thanks- glving for thirty years, and you've et with me often enough to know that I kept it well!” Esther Pike winced. “There ain’t no denying but you set a mighty liberal table, Jane,” she sald hastily. “What I meant was that it does seem dread- ful wicked for you to set up and say you won't keep no Thanksgiving when every soul in Upper Village is laying out to have something. Even the dar- kles down in the Patch are”— Jane Ward arose and straightened her little figure. She pointed a shining needle at Esther Pike, who wriggled as though she were impaled upon its end. “How many years is it since I kept Thanksgiving, Esther Pike?”’ de- manded Jane. “On, four or five, 1 guess,” replied Miss Pike reluctantly. “Ain't it ever since my son Asa was lost at sea?” quavered Jane Ward. “Yes—for goodness’ sake—yes. Of course I know it, Jane. I didn’t mean no harm.” Miss Plke was visibly alarmed at Jane's strange manner. “Ain’t you been here every Thanks- glving eve to ask me If T was going to keep Thanksgiving?” “Yes,” returned Esther as faintly as her booming toues would allow. “What Is it you're trying to find out, then?” demanded Jane Ward harshly. “Do you think I'm going to keep Thanksgiving just because you come and tell me I'm flying in the face of Providence if I don’t? Providence! Humph!” Esther Pike paled and rose to her ungainly height. “I guess I'll be going, Jane Ward,” she said sourly. “I ain’t partial to visitihg blasphemers!” Jane sat down in her chalr again. “Well, Esther, by the time you've made the round of Upper Village and told everybody that Jane Ward’s a blasphemer Il be time to get home and set your own pot a-biling!” The door slammed sharply, and Jane Ward, bending over her knitting, felt the hot tears dropping on the blue sock. She was thinking of that Thanksgiv- ing eve five years before, when she had watched for Asa’s return. The DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR. United States Indian Service, Red Lake, Minnesota, November 4th, 190. Sealed pro- posals, the envelope to be marked "Proposal for the purchase of dead and fire killed timber,” and directed to the undersigned, will be received until twelve o’clock noon, Gentral time, Monday, November 30, 1903, for the purchase of 'all ~the merchant- able dead and fire killed timber, stand- ing or fallen. on the East fractional one-halt of SEX_of Section 20, §% of Section 21, all of Section 38, and the N% of NW3 of Section 33, T. 151, R. 33, Red Lake Reservation, Minnesota, It is estimated that there are 1,605,000 feet of white pine and 565,- feet of Norway_ timber to be sold from the burned area, The successtul bidder will be reauired to comply in every particular with the regulations approved by the Presi- dent on October, 25, 1908, to govern the sale and cutting of ‘the timber on the land re- ferred to and each and cvery bidder must enclose with his bid, as evidence of good faith, a ceritfied chéck on some solvent national bank equal to twenty-five per-cent of the estimated value of the timber at the price bid, payable to the Superintendent of the Red Lake Indian School, Red Lake, Minnesota. If the successful’ bidder fails. neglects or refuses tocomply with the terms of his bid within a reasonable time from the dateof the motice of its acceptance and to furnish bond in a sum to be fixed by the Com- missioner of Indian Affairs guaranteeing taithful compliance with the terms and con- ditions of the contract that may be hereafter entered into by such successful bidder with the Superintendent of the Red Lake Indian School, the check deposited as an evidence of good faith wlll be forfeited to the use and benefit of the Indian tribe. The right to reject any and all bids is reserved. For further information, incluidng a copy of the regulations and forms of the contract and bond, apply to the undersigned THOMAS DOWNS, Special Agent in Charge, Red Lake Indian School, THOMAS DOWNS, Special Agent in Charge. All Kinds of Necks WITH ALL KINDS OF Sore Chroat QUICKLY CURED WITH Gar-Gol SINPLY A GARGLE OR SPRAY ANTISEPTIC ~ HEALING HARMLESS GAR-GOL kas no equalas a throat remed: £nd 1a Devond question the safestand sures ety Tor all inds of OAT Quin- 5 Houtsamems end Tonis: CmeGol i vantive of Croup, Whooping Cough and Bt of Crear, Yicores Oonenand fying andantiseptio. Price 2c. Propared by “Berg Medioine Co. Des Moines, Ia. OWL DRUG STORE THE DOOR WAS FLUNG OPEN AND— pantry was groaning with toothsome viands. Asa's favorite pies stood in a row on the shelf,”and Asa’s cookies and Asa’s doughnuts awaited him in deep, cool pots. The turkey was stuff- ed and waiting, the cranberry sauce molded in the best glass preserve dish. Asa’s room was warmed and wait- ing. His slippers stood before the fire, where the Boston rocker awaited his tired body. The great fire on the hearth reflected all these things and shone on Jane's tired, eager face, watching at the window, when Captain Smith came halting up the path and told her. The gale, a man overboard, Asa Ward—that was all. The bluff old captain went away, and Jane Ward, In a fury of grief, devastated her larder and threw the viands to the fowls. Jane lived alone after that, her stony tesignation broken by occasional flerce bursts of grief. Never after that night did Jane Ward keep Thanksglv- Ing. She took a fierce delight in fast- ing on that particular day that was set apart for thanksgiving. Twilight gathered in, and Jane light- ed a lamp and made a cup of tea. Then she got out some apple sauce and bread and butter and ate her supper. After that was over she washed the dishes and sat down again’ before the fire. Somehow tonight seemed differ- ent from former Thanksgiving eves. There was a reminder of that other night when Asa did not come in the low wail of the wind through the oak trees, and the swishing of the locust boughs against the roof sounded like the rush of waves. There was a fiercer blast, a rising shriek, and Jane arose and clasped her bands to her ears. A shudder of su- Thanksgiving Copyright, 1908, by American Py “ Association o S ————— perstitious horror crept over her, and her skin seemed to shrink as the little house rocked on its foundation. . Then the wind subsided as suddenly as it had arisen and there was dead still- Dess. Jane sank trembling to her knees. “Lord, whatever has come over me?” she whispered brokenly. “I am weak as a baby to be scared by a squall like that.” - She knelt there for-a long time with closed eyes, and then gradually there came a great peace into her worn face. Her lips moved noiselessly, and ‘Jane Ward prayed. “I'll do what I can to give a feast to some poor soul,” murmured Jane as she got upon her feet. “God forgive me for a sinful woman.” She lighted a lantern and, tylng a shawl over her head, went out into the night. It was moonlight, and the path to the chicken house was a broad, white way, down which her little fig- ure walked, leaving a grotesque, black shadow behind it. The air was ecrisp and sharp,.and there was a light wind —a singular change from the sudden squall that had so unnerved her. Jane pushed the door open and look- ed around. The large white rooster, the youngster of the flock and the ap- ple of Jane Ward's eye, grumbled at the crowding hens about him. He sat invitingly near the door. If he had been in the topmost cor- ner of the roost Jane Ward would have captured him that night. She had never killed a chicken in her life—the sight of blood SHE SLEW THE WHITE ROOSTER. made her faint— | yet somehow she slew the white rooster, and while his headless body still contorted before her horrified eyes she returned to the roost and sacrificed yet another victim. 2 She carried them to the house. She built a roaring fire in her cooking stove; she picked, cleaned and washed the chickens and set them in the cool pantry. She went to the cellar and brought up a pumpkin. That night she made pumpkin ples; she made cookies and doughnuts; she got apples from the garret and cider from the cellar. She built a fire in the drum stove in Asa’s room. She aired his bed and warmed it with the old brass warming pan. She made all ready for the com- ing of some one as she had made ready five years ago. It was 3 o'clock whén Jane Ward went to bed, and the tired old woman fell immediately into a deep, sound sleep from which she did not awaken until the morning was well advanced. With unabated vigor Jane prepared her Thanksgiving dinner. The chick- ens were roasting in the oven; the table in the dining room was spread with a spotless cloth; the blue and white dishes reflected the firelight; the sun shone on the glass dishes of currant jelly and turned them into glowing rubies. Above all was the Thanksgiving atmosphere, Esther Pike tramped heavily into the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of Jane Ward. Jane was peeling vegetables. There were great golden turnips, silver skinned onions, crisp white potatoes, crackling spicy celery. “Good morning, Esther Pike,” sald Jane kindly. “I was afrald I'd scared you away for good and all last night. I hope you don’t mind what a disap- pciated old woman says out of the hardness of her heart.” “Land, no!” ejaculated Esther cor- dially. “I am dreadful pleased you’ve come to your senses, Jane Ward! Go- ing to have company to dinner?” she asked eagerly. “I don’t know,” returned Jane sober- ly. “I'll have whoever the Lord sends. My table is waiting for the hungry and the needy.” “Land, it makes me hungry to smell all your good things,” returned Esther meaningly. “You staying with Ann?” asked Jane abruptly. “Yes; we're golng to have roast pork and apple sauce.” “That ain’t to be despised,” returned Jane. “I thought you wasn’t going to keep Thanksgiving no more, Jane Ward,” sald Esther presently, with a keen glance at the old woman. “I wasn't going to till I got to think- ing things over, and I made up my mind I would keep it every year,” said Jane slowly, while her faded eyes filled with tears. “Well, 1 guess I'll be going along. | Seems too bad if nobody comes along. You'd have a lot of victuals on your hands.” saild Esther, rising and peer- ing Into the well filled pantry. “I guess somebody 'll come along before night,” replied Jane. “If there don’t, the food won’t be wasted.” “Maybe I'll come over tomorrow,” remarked Esther, with a flickering hope in her eyes. “Perhaps I'll come over and bring my knitting.” “Do,” said Jane, without enthusi- asm. She carried an armful of wood up- stairs and filled the drum stove in Asa’s room. It made a cheery roar as the flames leaped up the chimney, and Jane listened with a rapidly beat- ing heart. It did seew as though Asa must be coming. Everything bore such an old familiar look. The cold loneliness of the later years had slip- ped away, and it needed only the firm, light step bounding up the stairs to wipe out all those bleak years and bring back the warm, beautiful past. Captain Smith rolled down the street toward the station. He turned once and watched a rabbit scuttling across the road, and his mouth watered as he thought of the delectable rabbit ple that was browning in the Smith oven at that moment. o ‘When he faced about again he stared into the ‘eyes of a‘stranger—no, not a ghostl -~ A hard hand on his ‘shoulder, a fa- millar volce ringing in his ears—the hand and voice of Ash ‘Ward! But Asa Ward was dead! ‘i <% “Hello, captain! Tell me how my dear 44 mother is. T haven’t heard a word In years, and I’ve written, God knows I have written”— Tears fell down Asa Ward’s bronzed cheeks and splashed upon the hands ‘which were tightly clasped in Captain Smith's. “She’s all right, boy,” wheezed the captain joyfully, now fully convinced that the substantidl hands he held were not ghostly--ones, “but she’s grieved herself most'to death. It will be a great shock to her!” “Take me to her now, captain, or, stay, 1s she still in the old place?” “Yes. But where have you been? We thought you were lost”— “I was picked up by a southbound tramp steamer and carried around the cape to the south sea islands and Chi- na. I got a job on a Yangtse river steamer and wrote mother regularly. I don’t know why she did not hear. Then I wrote to you, and I have been afraid to come home for”— His voice broke. “Run along, lad. Jane Ward is wait- ing for you. Joy never kills. Make haste.” Jane Ward surveyed the table wist- fully. It was set now with all the viands, and no stranger had come to partake of them; she felt no appetite for them herself. She turned away ‘with a sudden revulsion of feeling and a sharp return of the old bitterness. At that instant the gate clicked. There was the light, firm step on the path, the door was flung open, and— “Asa! Asa! Asal” she cried joyfully. “The Lord is very good!” THANKSGIVING OF THE PESSIMIST. By J. A. EDGERTON. PESSIMIST sat on the small of his back, Where pessimists G sometimes sit. He painted the uni- verse all in black. He frequently mutter- 5 i ed: “Alas, alack, ‘The world 1s essential- 1y out of whack! There isn’t a doubt of it.” His grouch was the worst he had ever had, Which was strong, as you may believe. The thing that had gotten him in so bad And had made him so temperamentally sad Was the fact that every one else was glad, For it was Thanksgiving eve. “And whom are they thankful to?” he said. “And what are they thankful for? There is no God. He is long since dead, And accident governs the world Instead. There is nothing but trouble and woe ahead And more of the same in store.” He grew as bright as a cheerful tomb, And his mood was a dismal blue. He crammed himself with a jag of gloom Till for anything else he had no room. Yet strangely his dreams of a direful doom— Not one of them ever came true. ‘There was nothing the matter with things below In spite of the pes- simist's pain. He needed an actual grief to show How filmsy was all his tmagined woe. It was only a pose he assumed, you know, And was due to a kink in his brain. The thanks of 4 nation upon its knees In chorus rose full and strong. The pessimist's plaint was lost in these, As the squeak of a mouse mid the organ eys When God smites the worlds into melo- dies And the stars sing their morning song. The themes for thanksgiving are infinite, But the greatest of all the list Is simply the gift of an inward sight To see the universe whole and right. 80 thank the Giver of mental light That you are not a pessimist. i She Drew the Line. Seeking redress for domestic troubles, 2 negro woman who resembled noth- Ing so much as she did the “before tak- Ing” half of an antifat remedy appear- ed at court. “I's a wronged woman,” she hissed in a give-me-back-those-papers voice. “Ah want redress.” “What's the trouble?” inquired the sympathetic judge. “It's 'bout mah ole man. He's done been caayin’ on high wif a lot uv deese niggah gals, an’ it’s got so baad twill Ah don’ see him more’n once a week. Somephin’s got t' be done.” The judge’s eye held a crafty gleam. “You are seeking a divorce—a legal separation?’ he guestioned. “Go ’long, man! Divo'ce nothin’! Think I'm gwine t' gin him what he wants and low dat man who dispote all his cussedness is de handsomest nig- gah In Kansas City t" go skyshootin’ roun’ *mong dem gals? No, sah. Ah don’ want no divo’ce mer dat legal septitution yer's talkin’ ’bout. What Ah wants is an injunction!” — Kansas City Independent. Left"Handed Finance. He was a young railroad man and went the pace. He had to borrow money to keep “his end up,” and he fell into the clutches of a relentless ‘money collector. “I really am trying my best to pay back the coin I owe you,” he pleaded. “I don’t see much evidence of it,” was the grim answer. “What are you doing?” 5 = “I am buying a lottery ticket every stranger, but a ghost, for the sea does Dot give up her dead.. 3 : = month,” answered. the -hopeful finan- Pencils ! Pencils ! Those who desire- a good lead pencil for bookkeeping work should remember-that the Pioneer has in stock the celebrated Koh-I-Noor and- Faber pencils from H to HHHHHHHHH. We also have the soft pencils from B to BBBBBB. We carry in. stock ‘a full line' of cheap pencils; also the ‘Mephisto and Venus-copying pencils: 3 Special sheet music sale at the Northwestern Music company. The ladies of the Methodist Aid will hold a sale of fancy work and aprons on December 12. Sale and Lunch. The Norwegian Lutheran Ladies’ Aid will give a sale in the Lutheran church on Thanksgiving day, Nov- ember 26, beginning at 3 o’clock. The ladies have many pretty and useful articles on sale. A lunch will also be served in the afternoon and evening. Price 15c. Everybody is cordially invited to attend. Ge to Hakkerup’s for;wtos. Thanksgiving postals at the Pioneer. Povular musicat 15¢ at the North- westerd Music company. No experiment about baking when you use Hunt’s Perfect Baking Pow- *|der and Extracts—they never dis- sappoint. 1909 Diaries. The largest and best line of 1909 diaries ever carried in thist part of the state can now be seen at the Pioneer office. We have made special efforts to secure the largest assortment ever shown in the northwest. Those who want special kinds should call early and make their selection. Special sheet music sale at the Northwestern Music company. A good selection of Thanksgiving cards can be had at the Pioneer office. All the latest in photos and cards for Christmas at the Hakkerup studio. Missionery Society Will Meet. The Ladies Missionery society of the Baptist church will hold its regular meeting Friday evening, Nov. 27, in the church parlors. A program has been prepared and refreshments will be served.. Every- one is cordially invited to attend. A silver offering will be taken. 1909 Dairies at the Pioneer office. Ths Episcopal Guild will meet with Mrs. W. A, McDonald Friday afternoon for work. Markham Thanksgiving Dinner. The Markham Hotel will serve a Thanksgiving dinner Thursday even- ing at 6 o’clock. The management expects to make this dinner the most elaborate ever served in the northwest. Fountain pen ink at the Pioneer office. The ladies of the Episcopal Guild will have a sale on December 5. Anyone wishing to donate any article for this sale can do so by leaving with or sending the article to Mrs. W. A. McDonald by Friday afternoon of this week. 0dd Fellows Meeting. The Bemidji Lodge of Odd Fel- lows will meet in their hall Friday evening. Business of importance will be transacted and all members are urgently requested to be present. The Markham Hotel will serve a Thanksgiving dinner Thursday even- ing at 6 o’clock. The managemant expects to make this dinner the most elaborate ever served in the northwest. Thanksgiving Episcopal Services. Archdeacon H. F. Parshall of Cass Lake will celebrate Holy Com- munion Thursday = morning at 10 o’clock in the Odd Fellows hall. Union Services. A union service will be held in the Methodist church Thanksgiving day at 10:30 o’clock. Rev. McKee of the Baptist church will preach the sermon. A complete line of 1909 dairies may be seen at this office. Wanted—Lath Bolts—Will pay $3.00 per cord delivered at our mill. Douglass Lumber Co. = Are You Looking for a Pudding? . . R e and satisfies every housekeeper ‘and ‘the en- e e S R ‘otten sour. ,‘0“7:!"“ Ve a f today 11 ) rand |- D-Zerta Pt‘:-‘:ly\ ¥ todey {Fdmyour £roce The Jawkins A Boy’s Thal;ksgiviflg —— Sy T was Thanksgiv- ing day, and the boy was standing in the - doorway watching papa and mamma get into the carriage. They were going away, though they did not want to go at all, and the boy had to stay at home, though he want- Things sometimes happen ed to go. so! Papa and mamma had to dine with Aunt Briggs because she was ninety years old and all alone, and Aunt Briggs did not like little boys. So papa and mamma looked very sad as they kissed their hands for goodby, and ‘when the boy saw that he tried to look as if he Jiked to be left behind and smiled and kissed his hand to them very cheerfully. But after they were gone he felt very solitary, so he thought he would go and feed his guinea pigs. He also gave bits of cabbage to the snails that lived down by the fence. He was sure they must be very hungry because the things they used to eat were all gone. “Here is your Thanksgiving dinner, snalls,” he sald gravely. “You are thieves, you know, because you used to eat the peas and the celery, but I sup- pose you get hungry just the same.” The snails said nothing, but perhaps they were grateful. Two boys were fighting for an ap- ple out in the street, and presently the bigger boy got it away from the small- er one, and the smaller one cried. “Here, hi!” sald the boy to the one who had lost the apple. “Wait a min- ute!” He ran to -the kitchen and brought back a great, round, rosy ap- ple three tinies as big as the one for | which the boys had been fighting. “Take this!” he said to the little boy. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, I be!" said the boy, who was very ragged and still barefooted, al- though it was cold. “But you will have your Thanksgiv- ing dinner soon, won’t you?” asked our boy. The other nodded. taters!” he said. Our boy looked very serlous. turkey ?” he asked. “Well, I guess not!” said the other, whose name was Timmy Jawkins. “Salt fish and| “No “Thank ye!" he added gruffly. “I'm goin’ to give it to Sis. She can’t eat salt fish.” And he went off, rubbing the apple on the sleeve of his grimy jacket. The boy looked after him with a troubled face. He knew that this boy lived in a little yellow cottage down the Green lane, that he had five broth- ers and sisters and that his mother was very poor. He was still thinking about them when the bell rang for dinner. He went In hand in hand with Cous- In Sarah, and they sat side by sidc because they thought it would be more sociable. When Mary brought in the turkey it looked almost big enough to -carry her instead. It was like a brown mountain, all smoking hot and smelling, oh, so good! And It puffed out its breast and held Its arms and legs close to itssides and looked as proud as if it were still strut- ting majestically about the farmer’s barnyard. Cousin Sarah carved it and gave the boy the drumsticks, which he liked the best, and" took a piece of the breast “TARE THIS!” herself, but that seemed to make very of Gireen Lane By FRANK H. SWEET Copyright, 1908, by American Press Association -2 Ittle Tmpression on the great turkey: The boy was silent for awhile, for he was hungry and the drumsticks ‘were very good. Presently, however, he said, “Cousin Sarah, must people give thanks when they haven't any- thing to glve thanks for?” “Why, what do you mean, dear boy? Every one has something to be thank- ful for, and you have a very great deal.” “Yes, I know I have!” said the boy. “But must people be thankful for salt fish and potatoes when they haven't anything else at, all?” Cousin Sarah thought they must, for salt fish and potatoes were a very great deal better than nothing, and the boy returned to his drumsticks, finished the first and Degan on the second. Presently he said, “Will you have some more turkey, Cousin Sarah?” “No, dear, thank you! I have had quite enough.” The boy drew a long breath. “Then I can have the rest of the turkey,” he #aid in a tone of satisfaction, “because mamma told Mary she might go to dinner with her sister after we were done.” Cousin Sarah amazement. “My dear little boy,” she said, “what do you mean? The rest of this huge turkey? Why, yoi would die! Any- way you couldn't eat half of it.” i “I don’t want It mysalf!” the boy ex- plained. “I want it to- take to the Jaw- kins’ because they have nothing but salt fish and otatoes, and ['m ‘afrald- they may not know that they ought to give thanks for that.”” Cousin Sarah listened with Interest to the boy’s story about Timmy Jaw- kins, the red apple and the salt fish. Then she rose and said: “You shall take the turkey to them, dear boy! L am sure it is just what your mamma would like. Only I think you will have to let me carry it for you, for it is almost as big vou are.” So Cousin Sarah took the turkey on its great blue platter, and the boy took the cranberry sauce in one hand and a dish of apples in the other, and off they went. The people whom they met looked very much surprised to see a young lady carrying a buge turkey through the street, but Cousin Sarah didn't care in the least for that, but only thought how pretty the boy looked, trudging along with her, holding his cranberry sauce so carefully and look- ing round every now and then to see 1f she was all right. So they reached the poor little cot- tage where the Jawkinses lived, and they stopped a moment outside the door to take a breath, for they had been walking fast. They heard a child crying inside, and then a tired woman’s voice said: “It's all there is, dear, ’cept ta- ters. Try a ta- ter, and then Timmy 'l give ye the pretty ap- ple. Do now, Sis- sy, like a.good girl. Doctor said you must eat, else you wouldn't never get well.” At this mo- ment Cousin Sa- rah opened the door and stood holding up the great turkey, while the boy marched in bravely with his THE BOY MARCHED two dishes, IN BRAVELY. “Here is your Thanksgiving dinner!” he sald, looking round at the six hun- gry faces which were clustered round the bare table. “You must give thanks, you know, even when it's only salt fish, but I thought you could give more thanks for turkey and cranberry sauce, 'cause I'm sure 1 could myself.” And for the first time in their lives the Jawkins children did give thanks. looked at him in co: a Ayer’s Non-Alcoholic Cherry Pectoral Each Fluid Ounco Represents Wila Cherry . . + Grindelia Kobusta, White Pine Senoga s - 3 Sho Jocton foodraot 1 L1 3 Glyoerin, C, B. u0 this o your doctor and ask Bioodseoly, o - ;o3 Sea. 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