The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 27-52

1 P»U. B a d to iavo talcon. £ only temporary from it, T itter. With D& suets the bees» leans© and re»Q. aoh and bow*!* prevent trouble, w it. easily; tbey’ro it thorough and no disturbance « °£™P“tion. ated Pellet for for a cathartio eadache, Consti-. Bilious Attacks, its of the liver, s are promptly lently cured; vegetable, per. 3 smallest, and o—-but besides 'leapest pill you » guaranteed to your money is y only for the us is true only mines. + r from milk the earliest left for our milk of cod- Ision of but- ‘ food than Emulsion of 1 easier food (. It is rest t stimulates, . digestion; 2 time* sup- a kind of m get in no >3*Southjih Avesut. EmulsionofC 0 i 3 -)iv,r do. $>. yHE TURKEYS SOLILOQUY. a difference It makes la just what light you rtovr a thing,” Ball ameditative turkey. Asbo soltly stroked hi# wing. uSow the simple word Thanksgiving, Tu» turkey or a hep, Ease meaning quite distinctive To that understood toymen, , u'TJsto them a time of feasting, Full or treasures end delights; put 'tis leaptwithin the barnyard. By observing funeral rites. sjt suggests to some n season Wlwn the town is paintod rod; put to ns it means the soason When wemourn our martyr dead.. “ Turkrydinner means to man a Gustronoirilcal event; ! While to us it .seems'more like a . ' slaughter of the innocent. npuringall the fat'nlng process, Howdegrading ’tls to feel That the destiny assigned ua ]s to furnish man a xnoai. »‘Vo mou think the liner feelings To a turkey are unknown? That the height of his ambition ■ Is to cover up his hone? " Wo should be tue'nation’s emblem, We Now England’s proudest bird;- And with patriotic feelings Should our honorod names bo heard. Should the honor duo to turkeys FromAmericans be paid. * -.■We could ltnocl; that acroeohing eagle Most completely In the shade. . .itWhy should eagles strido the flagstaffs? Why bo called the bird of stuto, While the turkey’s fond nmbltihns ' Moot with such n bitter fate?’’ —L. V. Lamprey, in Plymouth Fall Press. . LADIES Z flasbs ^ 1 . 7 5 ‘ for ? ’3SEa4, UCLAS SENf&BuieN )aiDFQRTHEHONEYf TES, sure yourdoL iglas Shoes. Tlity and are the most red for (he money, ither makes, as be e you have W. L, i price, stamped ea kton, Mats. riTHTE. JEJ tiers supplyingjo*. rTLE f ER L L S e sicken SKIK HEAD- d antis, lt.tr aroma ir.sar* ftuasfs. dit- >al effort Oh Kid. ladder. CeiMuer i norvotis di> s.M tUtMltOS, 1-7 purifying ttw. at e*» el'll eaS .«■(/,c-ilriftl Ihrrrt ess m a n 's *«»» iraar, seidttny- ■beakwitfitaatyls; Lw*A*ABj# i T t *im **4 1 'wmtXm- > ™ ATHmSMmGSTOKY. h e n ~ F i c k BLOOM met pretty Maggie Dillon, it Was a case of love at first sight, He Was ' an under clerk in the g r o a t banicinghouse of “ Schuyler Sanders* Co.” Shewas a copyist in Simeon Grant’s abstract office, at a salary of six dollars a week, payable at the convenience of her employers. Probably, if Dick had been cashier instead of clerk, and Maggie a young woman of leisure, they would have waited until fortune smiled more benignly. - Certainly there had'been no “ flesh pots” ih their meager lives, to which they could ever look buck; then •the future' gave reasonable promise of better things; hence they were married in less than a year after their first meeting. Dick had saved enough of his salary to make a two-thirds payment'oh a Amall cottage in the suburbs, the re­ mainder to bepa id . within two years, Inmonthly , installments. It was de­ cided that a sum should be laid aside each mouth for this purpose, leaving a balance, which would amply cover their living expenses. Dick held a policy in an accident company; there* S i>, while they had no “ rainy day” id, they felt measurably secure, in e of accident or sickness. The cottage was really . a very humble affair, but to-Dick and Maggie, after their pinched, cheerless exist­ ence in elloap boarding houses, it was •bit of paradise. And/ what with her flowers, her chickens and her trim little garden, Maggie felt that her life compassed the full meaning of the word happiness. On the sloping terrace, just above the cottage, stood the lordly mansion of Schuyler Sand era, million­ aire, and hanker. Maggie saw the great man driven downtown every day n YMt m t ! i& r J • S s r V \ in:« a tut arr.t'CK a flower pot . byhis liveried coachman, and now and then caught glimpses of his wife, who Wasboth young and pretty, One day a pet bird escaped front the great house and flew straight into the httleconservatorywhich Dick had con- tttacted tar Maggie's flowers. Maggie taught it and, putting on her bonnfet, Went over to restore it to its owner, Mrs, Sander* was profuse in her thanks, and insisted that Maggie Mould come inside and see a Tare col­ lection of plants that had Just been tddfd to the splendid conservatory, Thus the fee waa broken; and alter this the two often exchanged greetings er chatted Over the low hedge. 4 About this time Maggie's little par- Jerbegan to look very poor and com­ monto her, and her mind waa troubled tith visions o f glistening mirror* *el* it carpets and ailken portieres, On# day, Jqte in autumn, Mrs, Sanders, catp© into the little conservatory,; where Maggie was busyin.a bower of glowing chrysanthemums Site flitted from <mo flower to another, exclaiming over their beauty in a pretty, ecstatic fashion. “ J am to give a little, affair next Thursday evening, Thanksgiving, you know, and I had to set . my heart on chrysanthemum decorations; but Bailey’s are all engaged- 1was wonder­ ing if you would not soli a few, just a very few of these sweet things," she added, couxingly, touching u bunch ■of vivid, golden-hearted beauties. “ No," Maggie answered, flushing proudly; “I will not sell you one, bnfc I will give you all that you care for.” “Dear Mrs. Bloom, it is too lovely of you to say sot And I wont you to come—" Just here her arm struck a pot containing aorao choice cuttings, overturning it and. breaking it upon the floor;' It must he confessed, how­ ever, that at this moment the rare slips were of small account in Maggie’s eyes. Her heart was in a foolish flut­ ter as, in fancy,- she saw herself an honored guest at Mrs. Schuyler San*, ders’ “ select affair.” When at last or­ der was restored, Mrs. Sanders went' on: , “ Bailey will not even superintend the decorations; but I have apenchant for that sort of thing myself, and I feel sure that, with' the assistance of your exquisite taste, we could get up some­ thing perfectly sweet.” Perhaps Maggie’s assent to the plan was a trifle eager; indeed I fear that it was so much so as to flavor strongly of gratitade.. B K n ffflf wore there not plenty, of women, with substantial hank accounts, who would have given anything for an invitation to, one of Mrs. Sanders’ entertainments, not to speak of being made the confidante and advisorof the great lady herself? When Dick came home that night lie found Maggie in a flutter of delight. “ Why, bless you, little wotnqn,” .he exclaimed, good Immortally, “you don’t imagine she wants you at her swell party?” , , “ Pm.' sure I don’t know why she shouldn’t,” Maggie replied, . with an offended air. “ You are connected with the bank and—” “ Connected with the bank', Maggie, that's too good. Connected with the bank! so is Pat McDuffy.” “ Patrick McDuffy?" “ Yes, the man that’tends the furnace and sweeps the floors.” “ You used to think I was as g-good as a-anybody,” Maggie faltered, aud then burst into tears. “ As good? Great Scott! Maggie, you know that, to me, you are worth a whole world full of thoso gadding, flirting women, like Schuyler Sanders’ wife. But they would as soon think of making equals of Pat and Biddy as they would of you and me. But never mind, Blossom,” lie added, kissing away iter tears, “ if she really wants you, and if you'really want to go, your old Dick isn’t going to scold about it.” “ I am going. down town to-day,” Maggie announced, as they lingered over their breakfast next morning. “ I shall want some ribbons to freshen up my black silk, but I don’t want money, sir,” she added saucily, as Dick produced his pockethook. “ I had a ttoto from Mr, Graut yesterday, saying that he is at Inst rendy to pay me the ten dollars that was due my salary when I left his service.” “ If you go down to Grant’s yon can : step into the insurance office and leave this.” Dick said, - laving a ten dollar hill beside' her plate. “ To-morrow yvill be the last day of grace,” he add­ ed, “ and I wouldn’ t have you forget it fortho world," “ Should you forfeit your policy?” “ Ho, I could redeem f'.int at any time within three months; but. In case of an accident, 1 should receive nobenelits.” “ But there lias never been an acci­ dent,” Maggie said, shuddering. “ No, and let us hope there may never he. Nevertheless, little woman, don’t forget to hand Fergus the money,” When Maggie went down town she had intended going immediately to the insurance offlee. However, as Bal­ four's lay directly in her way, she could not resist the temptation to go in and look through the ribbon counters. At t!;e glove counter v.ere a couple of ladies whom Maggie recognized us be­ longing to the “ Schuyler Sanders” set As she paused a moment in the crowd she taught snatches of the conversa­ tion; “ Mrs, Schuyler Sanders,” “ Very recherche affair,” “ 0, yes, full dress, of course.” “ MaUve faille and diamonds,” Mflggiets heart sank. How poor and cheap her black silk had suddenly be­ come! She was sure, very sure that no amount of fresh ribbons could make it'“ full dross.” She wandered aimless­ ly across to a darkened alcove, where evening fabrics were displayed by gas­ light The salesman Was showing a lot of glistening satins to a couple of young girls. From their conversation, it seemed that they Were in search of something for amateur theatricals. “Ho ridiculously cheap, too,” the young man was saying, as he held at arm's length a piece of coral-pink satin, ‘only fifty cents a yardl” Only fifty cental Maggie could scarcely believe that she had heard aright* Why, her' plainest afternoon dross had cost that muck And coral pink—it ws* her favorite color., The young giriahad turned away; Maggio’s heart seemed to stand still, then a dar­ ing resolution waaborn. “ Is thissuitable for evsnlngdTeascs?” she inquired timidly, as Site steppsd up to the oouatsiv ■“ Yes, roa’am^’ -answered, the clqrk,. promptly, taking in Maggie's social status at a glanoe- "Some of our smartest Paris importations are from this identical goods. How manyyards, ma'am?” “ Twelve,” Maggie faltered. “ Twenty yards is the smallest pat­ ternwe ever sell," answered the clerk, loftily, “ fleipembei-, madam, these goods are but sixteen Inches wide.” To tell the truth, Maggie had not thought o f the width at all. I think she would have given up the dress alto­ gether, hub somehow the stern look of tlm “ gentleman behind the counter" bewildered her and she stammered: “ Sixteen yards, please." In a minute the shimmering stuff was cut off; then there were linings and threads to be bought, and, some minutes later,, when Maggie emerged from the store, it was with a diminu­ tive parcel and an empty pockethook.' As she hurried . across to Simeon Grant’s, Bhe told herself that, she ought to have gone to the insurance oflice first. But it really didn’t matter after all. And pink satin gowns were not to he picked up at such prices every day. She found the abstract office locked, hut there was a card on the door. She stood on tip-toe to read it ■Mr, Grant was out of the city and would not re­ turn until next week. Her first im­ pulse was to rush over to tlm hank and tell Dick all about it. But whut was the use, it would only trouble him, She would get tlm mone.'Kpjqjjgb uattk; then shei^vqukbteti him. It was almost tea time when she ■reached home; she did not wait to re­ move her wraps, hut with trembling fingers opened her bundle. Somehow, the beauty of the pink satin seemed to have departed. In the glare of day­ light it certainly looked different, It was coarse and flimsy and the cotton filling was painfully conspicuous. Maggie laid the new dress away, but all the next day her Sunday medita­ tions were disturbed by visions of it. On Monday morning, as soon as Dick was fairly out of the way, she drew out her cutting table -and began work in earnest. But things did not progress smoothly. Tlio . goods frayed and raveled at every touch; and there was certainly not enough to make the dress as she had planned. She was begin­ ning to feci cross and worried when some' one rapped lightly. Throwing, something over her work, she opened' the door to find Mrs. Sanders smiling and debonair. . “Good nowsl” she' exclaimed, gayly, throwing herself into a chair. “ Bailey has consented to do the decorations, after all. Fancy/ work?” she; ques­ tioned,* as she'.picked up a scrap of tlm pink satin, twirling it in her hands as slie talked. “ Provoking, isn’t it, that they should bring such goods ant in these lovely shades? Why, my cook and second girt have actually gotten (Irmee of the stuff! Tlm vulgar craatures imagine themselves .fine ladies. It seems utterly impossible for them to understand how hideous these base imitations are in tlm eyes of well-bred people.” Mrs. Sanders seemed not to have noticed Maggie's crimson face. “ I should like yon to sec Bailey’s1 decorations,” she said, ns b I ic arose to go. “ By the way, what is to hinder yonr coming over at about uinc? I shall be dressing, but 1 can instruct tlm footman to admit you. You can-look at the rooms and have ample time to getaway before the guests arrive,” Maggie had a dim recollection of. thanking Mrs. Sanders and of showing her out. Then she Went back into the sit­ ting-roomand, laboriously gathering up every scrap of the hateful pink satin, thrust it into the closet and turned tlm key. Putting on her liat and shawl, she went out into the open air and started down tlm road, walking In a rapid, aimless fasliioh. The air was sharp and cold, but the blood throbbed hotly in her veins. A vehicle was coming rapidly down the road. As it came nearer slie rec­ ognized it as tlm Sanders’ coupe. When it Was nearly opposite her tlm, coachman drew up the reins, beckon­ ing to her. Sim wondered vaguely what it meant, hut before she had readied the carriage she descried Dick lying white and limp in the arms of Mr. Schuyler Sanders. “ Don’t he alarmed, Mrs, Jlloom,” be-, gan Ms*. Sanders, reassuringly, “ It is nothing serious. There was an acci­ dent on the street car and Mr. Blotun was so unfortunate as to have had both legs broken. Please get in, I)r, Barr will be on directly,” Maggie instantly resolved to keep her senses about her; anil, indeed, she succeeded so well that even the great Dr, Ilarr commended her. Two days later, as Maggie and Dick were alone together in the twilight, Dick suddenly exclaimed; “ What are we to have to eat to-mor­ row, Blossom?” “Why, dinner, I suppose,” Maggie rejoined, laughing uneasily as she re­ membered that the unusual drain of tlm past few days hod left the family purse almost empty. “But to-morrow will be Thanksgiv­ ing,” Dick persisted. “ Why, Dick, I can kill one of tlm chickens; they are really getting quite large.” “ I say* Maggie,” Dick broke In, ''breaking a fellow's legs doesn’t spoil his appetite. Last year we had turkey and oysters and mince pie—” “But Dick—” “ 6 , yes, I know Ihe money's short. But I'm looking for Fergus every min­ ute, 1 told the doctor to notify him this afternoon. By Maggie, l .did • sharp thing in breaking two legs Instead of one.* I sbalt get out just -as soon, and if 1 hod broken hut on© I should have gotten only fifteen dollars and my weekly allowance, but m It is. I'll get twentv-flvo dollars. Goodness! Maggie, what is t o matter?” Poor Maggie! how could she ever tell that- dreadful story ! When she had finished, Dick looked very grave, but he only said; “ It was a mistake, of; .course; but I'm not going to let it make me forget that my little wife has been my good angel, and, as long mi we have each other, if we have but a crust, we can keep Thanksgiving just the same. But there is Fergus, Maggie." Maggie arose to let him in and then retired to a seat near the window. “ You should have notified us before, old fellow,” Mr. Fergus was saying. “ Our company is always prompt." “ But I'm not entitled, ” Dick began feebly. “ The last installment— “ Was paid on tlm twentieth,” said Mr. B’ergus, consulting his book. “ Grant came in, saying some­ thing about owing you ten dol- ,1. ill I n ! . / ■ fe “ o o o n xF .ss! m a g q ie ! w u a t rs t h e MATTER?" lars, which. he would leave with Us. I was very busy at the time and did not pay. much attention, but I sup­ posed you had ordered it paid to us, so I credited the amount on your policy.” Maggie felt that, if she remained a minute longer, there would certainly be a “ scene;” sd, at this juncture, she slipped quietly out of tho room. And it transpired, after all, thatHie Blooms lmd a genuine Thanksgiving, with turkey and the appropriate ac­ companiments. Out of the fullness of her heart, Maggie sent invitations to four friends of their bourding-heuso days. A merry party it .was which gathered- uround the little table that was wheeled tip to Dick’s lounge. Aftar tlm guests had gone Maggie went to the loset and, drawing out her work-basket, resolutely unrolled the pink satin. . “ 1 shall make ahead- rest for Aunt.Maria’s.Christmas,” she began, “ and sachct-lmg.-s for Lon and Amy, and—yes, and a handkerchief case for Joe—’* “ Aren't you going to .keep any for yourself, Maggie?” “ No, Dick.” “ Isn’t there enough?” “ Yes, and I suppose I ought to keep something, just to make me remember how naughty 1 have been. But if you please, Dick, dear*” slie said, going over and kissing him, “ I'd rather for­ get I t ”—Mattie M. Boteler, in flood Housekeeping. A TURKEY HUNt. / - i i ; JiL ; ) i 1 & i t — t ..'-.uiriL f. i;.' ! 1 \. j The turkey who doesn't believe la Thanksgiving.—Golden Days. Thank*clviiijr ShmaMne. Cheery hearts and stalling races, GentleSpeech and ways, Make a cloudy, doll Thanksgiving Sunniest of days,. —Youth'sCompanion, —“Well, Willie," saidIda father* just rut the mince pie was brought » - “ what areyou thank&tf <f tx* “Tntt we've rtkvhea ftmpt« course," SITKA AND fTS PlOULIARlTlMLl An lntarMtlnf VUIaga Witt* • fiyilattMl Decidedly Mixed. Sitka, the Alaskan capital, is apeaae* ful village on the Baranoff Island* One# it waa a wide-awaka Russian towq with its celebrated Baranoff aastla* where the “ tip?a-bob" of the Russlaa nobility vied with those o f tba moths* country in their lavish hospitality* slab- orate dinners and princely balls. Th • old Baranoffs lived high. They enrlchtfl themselves with the furs of the land and subsisted on the appropriations of • the.crown, Then tbs. Russian American company,with a charter similar inmany respects to.the Hudson Bay Co., barter* ed with tbs Indians, and became opu* lent and powerful, while “ poor Lo' got the experience. Now from th# . sleepy, picturesque village nestling al ,< the foot of austere, snow-capped moun* tains one looks out over the beautiful bay dotted with wooded islands west­ ward to the broad Pacific. On eithef side Mounts Edgecumbe and Verstovls* extinot volcanoes, with their snow-flU* ed craters, stand guard as sentinels* their sides still marked and crossefl with streaks of hardened red lava. Lino sring In the tower of the deserted old istle we could but think how hard if must have been for the loyal sons o f • Russian Alaska to see their flag dip td the Stars and Stripes, when on that memorable day, October 18, 1807, we formally took possession, our moral p.ersuader of 87,200,000 having proved too tempting a bait for Russia’s depleb •d treasury. / In the last forty-six years only onoo has the mercury at Sitka registered be* low zero* Certain it is that the climatf Is never severe, and though northwanfl At Fort Yukon,, where the. elements hold high carnival, the thermometes falls to fifty-eight degrees below zero, the Japanese current so tempers the all along the southern coast that at Sitka' an overcoat is rarely needed. Indeed* the mild and beautiful summer days tempt the traveler to rest awhile and watch the lingering twilights as they almost blend their brilliant colors with the morrow’s coming sun. The rain, it raineth every day, and clears away a* easily, proving a continued blessing tc the wild flowers which bloom in great profusion. The vivid greens' of th| mosses and ferns and unusnal size of ' the leaves.with the ,rank growth gen­ erally, bespeak the exceptional rainfall o f over fifty-five inches a year. Sitka boasts at present of some 1,80# people, 800 or 1.000of whom are Indiana and tho balance evenly divided between Russians and Americans. Wandering, down the principal street* in fact the only one of the town, you pass several ' old Russian structures used for couzV house, barracks and government office* two or three general stares, and a few . etory-and-balf cottages. The Greek church 'with its gourd-shaped tower ' and green roof is tho center of attraction. The Russians expend $80,- 000 a year in the support of their churches and missions in Alaska, and the chimes o f three little brass bells in . the Sitka churoh, which wo did not hear, are said to have a melody for all Americans who respect the Sabbath. The interest in Alaskan Indian life naturally centers hero, and the ranch* erio at ono end of the town 1ms a . strange, seinl-clvilized appearance. Tha houses, many of them white-washed* are set at.all angles, and thecanoet drawn up on' the beech In front are coy * ered with blankets of various colors. Boards covered with bright salmon dry* Ing lie in tho sun, cared for by squaws* wiiose bronze faces, setoff with a gray red or yellow kerchief* arc tempting studies for tho numerous artists. Tha houses ar* all numbered .in even hum dreds. Mrs. Tom, the queen of Indian- town, lives at No, 0700, while next doo* may he No, 4600 or No. 1700without re* gard to numerical precision: Mrs. Tom is a great authority among the Siwash* and, though reputed worth $10,000, chiefly in blankets, she still descend* to tho sale of a bracelet on the gala oo« casion when excursion steamers aririva nb Sitka. Legends are to be heard for tho asking, and the thread of many a bear, raven or seal story is woven around ancient Edgecumbe; while let­ tered on one of the Indian houses is the sign, “Elish Ltokin, head of a large family of orthodox Christians.”— Springfield Republican. The Farmer and theTioveraihent.'........... That groat magazine The Century, published by Tho CenturyCo., of New YorkCity* is going to outdo its own un­ rivaled record In its programme for th* coming year. Among its features is a series of articles on what the Govern* ‘ meat is doing and ought to do for ih* farmer, Including “ Tha Farmer's DIf content," “Cooperation,” the Worlc> bigs of the Department of Agrioulttua* etc. A novel of America and India hr Rudyard Kipling, writtenwith a young American authqr, is one of four novala which it will print, and tha greatest American writers will furnish Its short stories. Th© famous Spaniard, Emilio Cattelar, will contribute a naw Life of Columbus, to be magnlfloenriy llluatra* ted; then will be article*ontheWorld's . Fair, by apaeial arrangementwith th* manager*; tha humorist “Bill Nya" U to contribute a unique aerlek, and di#> ferent phases of Naw York lMewillba treated in splendid llluatrattd articles. She first of these Naw Fork artidea I* “ The Bowary" ta tl* Mo’-atthae G s» \