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Brown of Gothamtown the morn be-

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ThanksgivingFrom sleep awoke so

nearly broke lifehardly seemedworth living

Now this man Brownhad been throwndown by Wallstreets fluctuations

To rise aaln seemedto him then beyondall calculationsMy race Is run Imauite undone

Brown mased as he was dressingI never knew tnlngs quite so blue nor cred ¬

itors so pressingAnd then he took his pocketbook and count-

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up his moneyThe dollars four there were no more so few

were they seemed funnyIt made him smile that little pile and then

his blues departedFor Brown had pluck believed m luck for

othose not chicken heartedAnd to his breakfast gaily down went spec-

ulator¬

George Caldwell BrownWhile he drank his coffee hot to his hand a

note was broughtAnd the writing on its cover made him turn

It oer and oerWhen at last he broke Its seal Its contents

fairly made him reelMade the blood rush to his head for this

was what the letter saidGeorge Caldwell Brown EsqDear Boy It gives me several kinds of joy

To send a check made out to you to pay thehundred long since due

Tou kindly loaned when 1 was brokeMost sincerely R TCHOAK

--As he picked his way down town thusmused Speculator Brown

On the day before Thanksgiving life Isalways worth the living

Every cloud has Its silver lining somewherealways sun Is shining

Now it really seems to me I should verythankful be

Yesterday the sky was murky now Im sureto have my turkey

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But holy smoke As Im a sinner no onesasked me out to dinner

Last Thanksgiving Id a lot of bids to feedbut this year not a soul so far re-members

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meJlnilny crickets Well well seeThinking thus Brown stood before his six ¬

teenth story office doorWould or would it not affright her If I

asked my young typewriterHow to work this plan thought Brown as

he went and sat him downAnd as he read his letters oer he thought

about his plans the moreAnd as he thought he grew perplexed until

at last she thought him vexedTo morrows Thanksgiving ventured she

A day when all it seems to meShould eat lots of turkey and pumpkin pie

and all sorts of flxins that inouev canbuy

Thus Quickly to the girls amaze Brownmade reply in following phrase

And he went on I have a plan and youmust help me if you can

Then he told her how the borrowed moneycame

--And how he sorrowed much before It cameHe said The landscape blue it turned to

redTt filled my heart with thankfulness It drove

away my wretchednessBut he continued then I thought of other

men dead brokeJ ought to see some other luckless sinners

furnished with Thanksgiving dinnersThe maiden listened to his words You

want my help to buy the birdsThe celery and the pumpkin pies and other

things she said her eyesBent on the floor Then he replied Thats

It exactly if you triedYou could not closer speak mv mindAnd further if youll be so kindAnd help me at the dinner tooIll always grateful be to youThe maidens cheek was like a peach and

as she listened to his speechInto it crept a rosy pink so comely that It

made him thinkWell I vow In all the city there Is no other

girl so prettySo to the market forth they went on benev-

olence¬

IntentOn the way the girl observed Where

will you have the dinner servedIf you have not gat another place Im cer-

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that my motherWould be happy if you were to have It cook-

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and served by herA very good idea my child said Spec-

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Brown and smiledHow many guests then will there be

Have you asked them yet said sheNo by gracious I forgot When we have

the dinner boughtIll find fellows out of work and bid them

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come and feed on turkSo they planned and so they talked as to the

market place they walkedAt the market place their eyes filled with

wonder and surpriseFood was there from all creation food

enough for half a nationWhere does It come from Brown pro¬

pounded Thus a market man ex-pounded

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Should you ask me whence those turkeysWhence those birds of rounded plumpnessStripped each one of ruby wattle

stripped ef all Its glorious feathersDrawn and ready for the ovenThere to bake and brown and sizzleTill the cook with wise decision takes it

from the torrid recessEeady for Thanksgiving dinnersI should tell you answer I should

ZiFroni the plains of Illinois from the hills

of PennsylvaniaFrom the vales of Massachusetts from New

York and from New JerseyWhere the farmers feed and feed moreAll the summer all the autumnTill Thanksgiving is not far offThen they send them to the cityThat New York may not bereft beOf the pleasures of the tableThats enough of rhymeless rhythm send

two turkeys and send with themBrown began stopped perplexed Turning

to the girl What nextThen the maiden skillfully filled the order

out and lie paid the bill admiringlyHow Brown went out guests to invite would

be too long a story quiteBut he scraped up half a dozen and him ¬

self the maidens cousinAnd her mother all sat down next day to

feast on turkeys brownWho was there Isaiah Stout who for six

weeks had been outNext to him contented sat Candy Maker

Israel PrattWith his wife John Henry Stiles employed

in good times making filesJust across the groaning table sat the boot-

black¬

Billy CableAt his right his face a grin was the news ¬

boy Tommy QuinnNeer was dinner bettor cooked never maid¬

en sweeter lookedWhile the guests devoured and gorged Cu ¬

pid shackles lightly forgedBrowns heart was the heart they bound as

he very quickly foundAnd before the meal was over Brown was a

devoted loverWhen the guests bad gone away Brown ask-

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if he might longer stayAnd to the maiden with a flush he told a

tale that made her blushWont you help me If you can with this

better sweeter planDont you see a wife I need Must I with

you hopeless pleadSaid the maiden Of the other plan I coun-

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with my motherIf to this one shell consent to marry you

Ill be contentNothing more this scribbler tells listen now

to wedding bells

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night before Thanksgiving theTHE was ablaze with lights The

snow had fallen and the airitself seemed light hearted The massivemansions that surround Gramercy Parkwere brightly lighted

In muffled silence a young man cloakless and gloveless hurried by the ironbars that fence in the little acre of therich toward his lodging place

For five years Jack Fleming had livedalone No one knew very much abouthim except that lie fas htEriitTess In-

dolent¬

genius When his father died thefortune that might have gone to him hadendowed certain wealthy charitable in-

stitutions¬

His mother had died in hisinfancy and Jack Fleming had grown upwith the servants and his books for com-

panions¬

He had never seen enough ofhis father to love him In his childhoodJack had had one friend Dora Goldthwait She was a beautiful girl severalyears his junior who livpd in the houseadjoining his fathers and every day oneor the other would climb the fence thatseparated them and drop over into thelittle yard for a romp Dora was proudof her protector and playmate for eventhen Jack was full of book knowledgeand Dora soon learned to love Shakspeareand Milton as read aloud by her hero

Another great tramping place for thelittle people was Gramercy Park for bothhouses faced the handsome playgroundand Mr Goldthwait and Jacks fatherwere among the favored rich who pos-

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keys to the great iron gates thatshut ont the children of the poor whooften Uned the iron fence and peeredwistfully between the bars at the smilinglawn within

The children were inseparable until

Jack was 15 and Dora 12 Then Jackwent to college but every holiday foundhim at home again and often books wentby the board and Jack came home on thesly to see his little sweetheart Of courseon these occasions he was smuggled intoDoras home and good ratured easy-goin- g

Mr Goldthwait would have thoughtit the basest treachery for any memberof his family to inform his next doorneighbor Jacks father that his son wasplaying truant

After three years at college Jack washopelessly behind in his studies and hisfather still ignorant of the reason calledhim a blockhead One day Jack receiveda tender loving letter from Dora askinghim to come home at once as her fatherhad just received word from Englandthat he had fallen heir to a large propertyincluding a theater in one of the largecities and the business of the latter wasin urgent need ofhis immediate attentionThe family would sail for England imme-diately

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but Dora wanted Jack to go withthem if he could A few hours afterreceiving the letter Jack stood in frontof the Goldthwait residence on GramercyPark It was closed No- - servant an-swered

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the bell and Jacks heart fell likelead Again he looked at the letter Itwas dated two days before and had beendelayed in the mails A home he foundhis father but in a mood in which he hadnever seen him before

You young rascal he shouted asJack entered So you have been wastingyour time next door instead of studying

No pleading on the part of Jack couldinduce the turbulent old man to tellwhere the Goldthwaits had gone

Never mind thought Jack I willhear from her soon and then

But no letter came Weeks lengthenedinto months and Jack grew tall and thinOne day he went up to his college townand an inquiry at the postoffice elicitedthe fact that several letters had come upto a month ago but they had been for-warded

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to Gramercy ParkThat night father and son faced each

other for the last timeWhere are the letters Dora wrote to

me demanded Jack as he leaned overtoward the old man who stood smilingsarcastically in his face

I told you that if you refused to returnto college you would regret it was thereply

Jack turned on his heel and passed outof the house

He found it a harder struggle than heexpected His income fluctuated fromnext to nothing to nothing itself He be-

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first a wanderer among apartmentsthen among boarding houses and at lastan inhabitant of furnished rooms whoate at cheap restaurants when he couldeat at all

He had lived a week in a rear hall bed ¬

room on Twenty second street before hediscovered that its windows were onlyseparated from those of his old home andthat of Dora on Gramercy Park by thebrief New York back yards in which theyused to play together The Goldthwaithouse was dark It had been ever sincethe day Dora left Next to it where hisfathers mansion loomed up against thetrees beyond lights were often seen Butstrangers occupied the familiar rooms

On Thanksgiving Eve just five yearssince Le had left his old life behind himJack went to his dingy little window togaze at the two mansions He shiveredwith cold but the blood rushed quickly tohis face when he saw the home of the girlhe still loved brightly lighted up Foran instant he stood still amazed Thenlie sat downon luVbed o think Finallydownhearted and discouraged he turnedio a great pile of manuscript and rubbishon the floor and picking a book from thenondescript mass he turned over theleaves

Twelve plays out he muttered tohimself fiveof them probably lost Onlythat day he had sent his best and latestcomedy to the new English actor whohad arrived the day before As soon as itwas rehearsed as he doubted not it wouldbe he would send the others in rotation

For months he had expected success tocome with the dawn of every new dayand to night as he threw himself on hisbed hungry and broken hearted he real ¬

ized the mistake he had made in living ina dream He made firm resolutions to re-

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but as his fingers clinched in new-born

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resolve his eyes strayed across thevrrxf again For the second time thatevening his heart stood siill Behind thesoft lace curtains of the Goldthwait man ¬

sion shadows of people flitted to and froThe house was inhabited again but bystrangers of course he thought

Thanksgiving Day found Jack poorerand hungrier than he had ever been be-

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in his life For forty eight hours hehad not tasted food but he determined tobreakfast in spite of the almost total

emptiness of his pocketbook He turnedhis face toward the lower portion of thecity determined to accept whatever workoffered itself but it was a holiday andafter several hours spen- - in tramping thequiet streets Jack turned his face home-ward

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As he trucged up Broadway aclatter on the stones behind attracted hisattention and a driverless cab dashed in-

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sight An elderly fman was gesticulat-ing

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wildly from thewindow With abound Jack responded In another mo-

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the runaway horse stood panting inthe roadway and Jacks sinewy handwas on the bit

One dollar to drive me up to Delmonicos shouted the man

But your driver asked JackDrunk in a saloon was the response

Without another word Jack leaped up tothe cabbys seat and whipped up thehorse It was the first time he had everearned a dollar by manual labor and ashe clinched his teeth firmly a flush mount-ed

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to his cheeksWhen the once familiar restaurant

came into sight Jack thought with mois-ture

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in his eyes of the many times he andDora had Inuched in the great diningroom As he reined up before it hag ¬

gard and mud bespattered totally differ-ent

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from his old self he started withamazement There standing on the side-walk

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was the subject of his dream notthe Dora of old with short frock andcurling hair streaming in the wind butthe beautiful woman into which the yearshad changed her

For a moment Jack could hardly re-

strain¬

himself from rushing forward anddeclaring his identity But a thought ofhis clothes and his work made him stopHe became as anxious to hide his face ashe had been a moment before to tell hisname

Dora and her father passed into therestaurant and Jack earned a second dol-

lar¬

by getting a new driver for his pas-sengers

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coupe He passed and repassedthe restaurant in an unsuccessful attemptto get another glimpse of the woman heloved before he even satisfied his hunger

It was dark before he went back to hislittle room and stationed himself oncemore at his window to gaze at the lights

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in the Goldthwait mansion He was filledwith a conflict of love and pride He hadno reason to believe that Dora had notforgotten him but his love for her was asstrong as ever He longed to go to herbut the knowledge of his poverty andshabbiness kept him back

The windows of the great old diningroom were bright with light and theirraised curtains gave him a clear view ofthe place where he and Dora had spentmany happy Thanksgiving reunions to-

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He saw her flitting about thetable as of old putting the finishing touches on rne arrangement or truits and liowers He could see her piaigly She look-ed

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evenyounger and more beautiful thanshe had that afternoon in her heavy streetwraps

Half an hour passed and some one elsecame into the room a tall handsomeman Dora seemed to forget her house-hold

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duties for she hung on the mansarm and seemed to plead with him Atlast he sat down and then still anotherperson came in it was Mr GoldthwaitThey sat by the fire with Dora betweenthem She was talking earnestly andthe handsome stranger seemed to be lis-

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intently Occasionally Jack couldsee that Mr Goldthwat spoke ThenDora would beam with happy smilesSuddenly she jumped up from her seatand a moment later when she returnedshe had in her hands a fluttering man-uscript

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She read it The old smile played abouther lips The gestures waved the grace-ful

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hands It maddened Jack He feltthat he must be near her once more musthear her voice again

A wisteria vine ran down from his win¬

dow Clasping the strong dry stalk Jackdescended until he stood on the fence sodear to his memory Softly he crept alonguntil lie reached the little veranda at therear of the Goldthwait mansion and

peering through the window he feasteehis eyes on the face of the girl he loved

Jack was overcome as he saw again allthe little details of the room which oncohad been so familiar to him He bowedhis head He pushed against the glassof the swinging window The windowopened a trifle Jack started back fright¬

ened but the air was still outside and theinmates of the room had not noticedHow he could hear Doras voice It said

Now Mr Langdon lee me read the cli-

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to you before dinner is announcedLangdon was the name of the English

actor to whom Jack had sent his play andas Doras sweet voice read on Jack real ¬

ized that it was his own comedy she wasreading

The climax was rendered with tellingeffect The two men leaned forwardwith interest

Capital Capital cred LangdonJack was filled with intense excite-

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His hands were clinchedDo you accept it asked Dora tri ¬

umphantly of the actorI do was the reply It is the com-

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that I have been waiting forI will write him to night then said

Dora The beautiful girl sank back inher chair and went on And now Iwill tell you a story that will explainwhy I was so anxious o have you takethe play

Jack listened breathlesslyYou see said Dora I used to have

a friend here named John Fleming Whenwe went abroad I wrote to him but hedid not answer my letters I lost sightof him but I did not lose my welirmyregard for him

A splendid fellow interrupted MrGoldthwait

There never was one like him saidDora Then she went on Well whenwe reached New York last week fatherand I began to look him up and we foundin the first place that the reason he hadnot answered my letters was because hisfather who was angry at both of us hadintercepted them in the second placethat father and son were never reconciledand that the old gentleman disinheritedJack when he died and in the third placethat Jack had been pver since barelymaking a living out of literary work andtrying to get some one to produce hisplays

We finally got track of him this morn-ing

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and this morning also I saw the man-uscript

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of this play lying on the tablewhere you had left it when you broughtit up from the theater The words ByJohn Fleming caught my attention atonce and I picked it up and read it It

HE SAT ON HIS BED AND THOUGHT

seemed to me so strange that I made upmy mind that you shouldnt send it backwithout reading it so I read it to youmyself And now I shall send for Jackto morrow and when he comes I shallhave good news for him And and goodnews for Jack is is good news forfor me you see So I am very happy

There was a noise of an opening win-

dow¬

and Jack wild eyed and unkemptbut very joyful stepped in For a mo-

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they did not recognize him butwhen they did

Well said Mr Langdon this climaxbeats anything in your play

Yes added Mr Goldthwait and itis doubly good because it will be followedby a real Thanksgiving dinner NewYork Press

Thanksgiving DecorationThe old question comes up again and

again as to how to devise something novelfor Thanksgiving decoration The day isone pre eminently homely and simple inits spirit and traditions a day set apartfor returning thanks because of the neces-sities

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and every day comforts of lifeNothing is so appropriate in commem ¬

orating the occasion as embellishmentsfrom the harvest fields In drawingrooms nothing is more effective than In-dian

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corn and diminutive yellow pump-kins

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the corn with its long stalks andgolden ears stacked on either side of thewide doors or grouped in corners thesmall pumpkins with more ears or cornpiled at the base

Yines of cranberry crowded with thetiny red globes can trail across mantleshelves or twine up and down columnswhile garlands of red and green peppersall sizes and shapes and great bunchesof ripe wheat and oats are rich and beau-tiful

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in effect Fruits of all kindsgrapes late pears and peaches rosy ap-ples

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and purple plums mingled withtheir own foliage are unique and highlytypical of the harvest home

For dining table ornamentation a noveland most attractive mode is to cut fromthe ordinary vegetables shapes simulatingflowers from the beet a deep red rosefrom the yellow turnip a tiger lily awhite lily or chrysanthemum from thepotato with lettuce leaves for foliagewhile cabbage celery cauliflower and thedozen other kitchen garden productionsadd blossoms to this original bouquetOne of these oranments serves at eachplate as a favor while a huge groupmingled with fruits forms a fine center ¬

pieceIt is a very simple matter to shape these

mock flowers a sharp knife and a lirtkskill is all that is required They may 1

prepared the day before Thanksgivingand kept fresh in a bowl of water

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MAPS --ON POWDER HORNS

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Maps Thronch the Wilderness I3nCraved on Kjrly Colonial HornsThe-- horns made and decora fed dur¬

ing the period of early French colonialwars from 1739 to 1745 when the fight-in- g-

was In the New England Statesare quite plain when compared withthose used in the French and Indianwar when the finest and most artisticwork was done far surpassing the rev¬

olutionary war productionsTe British coat of arms was a proii

dnent feature covering a large space ofthe surface and making a very beauti ¬

ful decoration In 1755 when the lastFrench war began one of the objectsof the British armies was to force theFrench out of every post south of theSt Lawrence river and- - iinally to drivehem from Canada The fighting

throughout this campaign took place inPennsylvania Maryland and NewYork the interior of these States beingthen a comparative wilderness and thevarious routes being almost unknownexcept to the fur traders This factcaused a new feature to appear on thehorn of the soldier a map of the routeSuch horns showing the routes of GenBraddocks and Col Bouquets expedi¬

tions arc quite rare while those show¬

ing the northern routes are numerousthe country portrayed varying greatlyin extent Many begin with the city ofNew York showing its churches androther prominent buildings and its bar Jhm- - o nfl AlTlflTlV W1S TVlCtlir- -

ed surrounded by istoekade amKVcrowned by fort on hill and its gchurch steeples topped by the conven- -

tional weathercock Then came Sche ¬

nectady and the numerous forts andmilitary posts Such maps include theHudson and Mohawk river regions thecountry and lakes in New York andsometimes the intervening sections ofCanada to Montreal and Quebec

These were not only handsome in ap¬

pearance but extremely useful to bothHie officers and the men as the mapsshowed the roads and told where sup¬

plies could be obtained when neededAt that time few printed maps existedeven for the use cf the higher officerswho were forced to depend on thesehorns for maps of the wilderness espe-

cially¬

those showing the routes of thefur traders from Canada to New Yorkand giving the various camping placesThe maps also told where boats couldbe obtained to make the voyage easierand to make the land journey as shortas possible for roads were almost un¬

known and the trails were often veryroundabout A soldier placed the great¬

est value upon the implements he car¬

ried considering his musket or rifleand his powderhorn his companionsduring years of dangers and hardshipsas his greatest friends He learned tolove and cherish them and at the closeof the war he hung them upon the wallof his home over the great fireplacewhere they were constant remindersof his war experiences He never part¬

ed with them but at lifes clcse willedthem-- to his descendants or to somVdear friend St Nicholas yN

Society fPerhaps nothing in the world receives

so much criticism just and unjust aswhat we call society Every one seemsto feel privileged to throw his or herparticular stone at it and most peo¬

ple do it with an alacrity and an energy which do not characterize all theiractions

Sometimes it is the wholesale denucciation of the pessimist who thinksthat everything is going to ruin andsees in society only the combinedagency of the general downfall

Sometimes it is the verdict of thosewho through ignorance or fanaticismwant to break down the very prin ¬

ciples which uphold social or politicalwelfare and who cnarge society withbeing the author of all the wrongswhich exist in their fevered imagina ¬

tionsSometimes it is an honest criticism

of real evils which good people seeand lament and the blame of whichthey freely and indiscriminately layXat the door of society

And then again it is the weak la¬

mentation of some who conscious ofwrong in themselves hasten to escapethe responsibility by casting the blamsomewhere else The charitable-mind- -

ed and the liberal minded are notamong any of these critics

Tartar 3IedicineFormerly musk was used as medi

cine in various parts of the world outdoctors in civilized lands do not holdmusk in high repute In China it isstill thought to be very good medi ¬

cine but the Chinese have queer no-

tions¬

about cures and charms AbeeMuc distinguished traveler saysthat when Tartar doctor finds him-

self¬

without his drugs and medicineshe is not in the least embarrassedHe writes the names of the neededdrugs on slips of paper and thesebeing rolled up in little balls are swal ¬

lowed by the sick man To swallowthe name of remedy or the remedyitself say the Tartars comes to pre¬

cisely the same thing St Nicholas

Jackya WisdomPapa said Jacky would you like

to have me give you perfectly beauti ¬

ful Christmas presentYes indeedThen now is the time to double

my allowance sos Ill have the moneyto buy it when Christmas comesHarpers Bazar

Effect on Their BusinessDoes the bicycle hurt your busi¬

nessYes The junior and the confidential

buyer are in the hospitalAnd the man of affairs sighed heavilyDetroit Tribune

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