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j Oldest, largest and best in Ark.
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THE TURKEY THAT
CAME TOO LATE
(Continued from pajre 1)
with four small sisters, ahe naa uvea
on the mountain, the household drudge
for her shiftless father. When he
had won her love Jed had, for the
time, been Inspired with a greater in
dustry than that of the men about
him. But gradually he had dropped
back, and he knew, and Mandy knew, ]
that before them both stretched the
dull dreariness that was the common
lot of the mountaineer of that sec
tion.
"You could get out of it if you
would,” Mandy had said. And when
Jed had questioned her helplessly.
• How?” she had flung out, "Oh, if you
were a man you would find a way,"
and that had been the first quarrel.
Since that, there had been many
little quarrels, and Jed knew that
Mandy was chafing under the thought
of his incompetence. And she was
right. By all the vigor of young man
hood* that was in him. he knew that
he should be doing a man’s work
eomewhere, not stagnating among the I
hills.
He thought of it all as he tramped
after the turkey. It seemed to him
suddenly that his quest took on a I
sacred significance. He had promised !
Mandy a turkey. He must keep his '
promise or be less a man.
The blackness of the November
night settled over the forest. As he |
came out upon a craggy turn of the j
path he could see, far up, the light
in Mandy’s cottage window. He knew
that she was making her simple prep-!
arations for the Thanksgiving dinner, j
"Without the turkey there would be!
only the usual fried meat and corn-1
bread, with perhaps a little festivity I
added in the way of a simple pudding j
with raisins in it. Jed had bought
the raisins at the store in the city
many miles away, on one of the rare j
and tedious trips when he laid in his j
stores for the winter.
With the thought of the city came
a vision of the Bhops as he had seen
them then. Men did not hunt for tur
keys there—they bought them from
the butcher, above whose stalls the
big birds hung in plump rows.
He laughed a little as he thought of I
them, and laughed again as a resolve
grew slowly in his inlnd. Then he
counted the money in his pocket. It
■was enough. There would be many
'miles to travel to the city and back
again. But Mandy would have her
turkey for the next day's dinner.
All that night the snow fell. By
morning the road were almost Im
passable. Mandy, high up in the lit-!
tie cabin, looked out with anxious
eyes. Suppose Jed had hunted all
night, and had been lost in the forest?
Such things had happened even to
experienced woodsmen, when they
were overcome by cold. She prepared
a simple dinner, bearing patiently the
complaints of her father and of the i
'disappointed children.
“Jed ain’t no good,” said the old
man as he stuck his fork Into the
fried meat. "I thought he said he'd
bring a turkey.”
“He did say so,” Mandy responded,
“but they ain^t any wild turkeys left
In the woods.”
“They’s plenty of turkeys for them!
as hunts them,” sneered the old man.
“Jed ain’t no good.”
“He’s better than the rest of you,”
Mandy flared, and then apologized
penitently. "I didn’t mean to be
hateful, father.”
But the children's disappointment
was harder to bear.
“I don't want to be thankful," little
Annabel wailed, when Mandy tried to
talk of the reason of the feast. ”1
'■want some turkey—and I want it be
fore 1 can be thankful a bit.”
Mandy felt, however, that if she
only knew (hat Je<J was safe she
could raise her heart in thanksgiving
Nothing else mattered now. A neigh
bor had struggled through the snow
to say that it was the worst storm
In >ears, and that nothing had been
seen of Jed since the night before.
Daylight died, and night darkened,
and Mandy set a candle in the win
dow. She knew that Jed would come
straight to her if he came back alive.
Indeed, she felt that even if he were
dead his spirit might return to her
over the snow.
The figure that staggered suddenly
out of the darkness into the circle of
light made by the candle might have
been a ghost, so white was it with
the flakes of the falling snow, so
noiseless the footsteps on the covered
ground
"Jed!" Mandy shrieked, and ran to
meet him.
He was worn out with the journey,
and fell on his kneea before the fire,
but in his arms was a bundle which
he held out to Mandy. "I—I brought
your turkey, dear,” he whispered, and
fell over in a dead faint.
And when he waked, Mandy wms
bending over him. "Oh, Jed,” she
said, "and that ain't all I got in the
city, sweetheart."
It was not until the next day when
Mandy served the turkey all brown
and crackling that he told the good
news. He had been promised a place
Show us the way to see the good
That comes into our lives each day.
The blessings, dimly understood,
That give us cheer along the way.
Give us content, with gold and gear—
Though much or little we possess—
Let us be glad for what is here
On this, our day of thanKfulness.
But broaden, too, the soul and mind
So that our thanKs will not be found
By custom’s rule and rote confined
Within this one day’s narrow bound.
Let us be glad for early rain
That bids the flowers waKe and creep.
Let us be glad for snowy plain
That holds them in their winter sleep.
Give us the heart to understand
The graciousness of spreading trees;
The changing seasons, wisely planned.
The storm and sunshine -all of these.
For all the brightness of the dawn,
And cheerfulness of noon and nightj
And all that joy is builded on
Give us the grace to see aright.
Let us remember each Kind word
By weight of goodly feeling blessed—
Each gentle thing we’ve said or heard— J
And blot from memory the rest.
Give us the grace to see and Know
The benefits along the way—
The many things that help us so.
Let us be thanKful every day.
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It’s Quality
That Counts
You don’t buy a wagon often,
and when you buy you want
one that will give you full val
ue for the money you invest.
The Birdsell Wagons
are the best made. They are
made for hard service and are
worth the money. Come and
look them over and get prices.
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in the butcher shop wnere tney sola
the turkeys, and Mandy and he would
be married, and with dad and the chil
dren they would move to a house
lower down en the mountain side. “1
am going to keep a horse,” Jed said,
‘‘and I can drive home every night,
and some day I am going to have a
business of my own, Mandy."
Mandy’s eye's shone. "I always felt
that you were different, Jed," she
whispered with her cheek against the
roughness of his coat, "and—and now
I know it."
(Copyright, by Associated Literary Press.;
Worthless Tribe of Hottentots.
In the Port Nolloth district. South
Africa, is the Hichtersveld, "an im
mense area occupied by a handful of
thriftlesB Hottentots, some sixty-five
families, or 400 members all told.” So
thriftless are they, one reads, that as
often as not they eat up the seed
wheat supplied to them by the gov
ernment In seasons of scarcity Instead
of sowing It. The natural springs at
their doors are not utilized, but neg
lected, and so a more industrious and :
energetic race of men is shut out and
debarred from doing Justice to the
land. But they are a socialistic com
mnnlty. When one kills a sheep or
goat all the others flock around to
help him eat It. and this applies to all
foodstuffs, hence the native's Idleness.
He knows that If he works he w-lll
fare no better than those who do not
work.
Make Buying Goods
A Business Proposition
See That You Get Quality
See That You Get What You Want
See That You Get Your Money’s Worth
These Are Points of Vital Interest
To Every Person Who Buys Goods
1 have one of the largest and most up-to-date stock of merchandise to be found in Newark. My goods
were purchased under my personal inspection from the very best wholesale houses in the country, and my
personal guarantee goes with every article of merchandise sold over my counters. I want to build up a
good cash trade and propose to give you
The Very Best Values Possible
With every purchase you make at my store. Quality and value are the first consideration of this
house, but when it comes to prices I shall allow’ no one to sell goods on a closer margin of profit
than they are sold here. I respectfully invite you to call and see me when in town. If I can’t
please you, I do not ask your patronage but I do cordially invite you to come in and let me show
you some of the exceptional values 1 have to offer you in good, honest goods.
J. G. EDWARDS
Useful Remodeling Suggestion*.
Have you a last year's suite linen
suit which requi.es only a few n«w
little touches to m«ke It suitable lor
this summer? If so, follow one of tho
latest Ideas from Paris, and introduce
a Mt of color by using colored cre
tonne for the trimming Just a touch
of it v'll be sufficient. Perhaps you
wtP need to make only a new set of
cults, and possibly an adjustable shawl
collar, which may be worn or removed
at your pleasure.
Then, again, you could introduce a
renovating touch in your linen skirt
ard coat suit merely by changing the
buttons. If your suit happened to
have large pearl buttons last season
rip them off buy some molds and
cover them with cretonne.
Whose Fault?
We talk so much, and we think so
much more, of the trouble we have
with others, that we more than half
persuade ourselves that If everybody
else were just right, we could get on
easily in life, but the fact Is that more
than half of all our troubles, even of
our troubles with others, grow out of
our own faults and our own failures
and not the faults and failures of
other people. Until we get rid of our
selves, or until we are lifted above
all selfish thought of ourselves, there
is continual trouble for us, however
other people bear themselves.—
Home Chat
Curious Almshouse.
The most curious almshouse in Eng
land is St. Mary’s hospital at Chiches
ter. There eight old ladies live actual
ly in the church, a fine building dating
from 1580. It wan originally a monas
tery, but Queen Elizabeth turned it
into an alsmhouse to endure as long
as almshouses exist. The old ladies
have two neat little rooms each down
the sides of the main church, with
windows looking out on the garden.
They each have a coal supply, a
kitchen range, water and gas At a
chapel daily services are held. The
choir stalls are beautifully carved old
oak, the original seats that the monks
used.
Farm Hands Should Marry.
The man who works on a farm for
others makes a mistake if he allows
his twenty-fifth birthday to go by with
out having a wife and a bit of land of
his own. If he has learned his Job
well he has provided for half the
battle of farming, and if he has only
a few hundred dollars laid by it will
do for a start He can rent if he can.
not buy, but good improved little
farms can be had on pretty easy terms
these days. It’s better to be your own
boss and not depend on the whim of
somebody above you for your Job.
And a man past 25 and still a hatchet
or is on the wrong track and is mis*
lag the best part of life.
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