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Show ; oooooooooooooooooooooooooo The oooooooooooooooooooooooooo 0 0 Their First 8 0 0 Lament of the Foolish Hen 8 Thanksgiving Hy CAKLOS lt.WAKD. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO vMraHHLlIK tlms are 8u-- are ewul-th- -y vow. uealili of I have now I n?v-- r 8. w; Sing unto the com tlu-r- e Aunt Jane To io! U8 out our meal of grain. A few month ln k I was so thin, Hut now I have u louhlo cliln Anl fe as thnuch I was tlsht bn--When I put on my waist. Aunt Jane come nut at early morn With her blue apron full of corn. AnJ with a friendly, (linking sound She throws It on the frosty ground. .The crops an In; the days Are soft with Indian summer l.ate. And Jack, the chore bov, feeds the stock While chips tly at the chopping block. The city may have its delights, Hut these delightful days and . nights Vpon tin farm are full for me Of the serenest ecstasy, itince hack there in September they Have added to our fare each day rntll, to fullness thus Inspired. Theres nothing left to te desired. A word about Aunt Jane, that serve To pay the tribute she deserves: Since first, I broke my shell, to see Tlie world site has good to me. When foolishly in youth I strayed In the wet grass, she often stayed Iamg after dark to bring me in skin. And dry my wet. Old Gobbler tliete. so lank and lean. Is nil of jealous musing mean. lie, barely eats and is so thin llis 'bones are sticking through his skia Iorl with thankrgls Ing. is one of otir highest and holiest duties. There are In the Scriptures more commands and calls to praise than to prayer. Yet few duties are more frequentThere are ly neglected than this. many people who are always coming to God with requests hut who do not come to him with thanksgiving after their requests have been granted. Ten lepers once cried to Jesus for cleansing, as he was passing them at a distance. He graciously hoard them and granted their plea. When they had been healed, one of the ten returned to thank the healer, hut the other nine came not again with any word of recognition of t lie great favor they had received. So it is continually many are blessed and helped, hut few show gratitude. Our Lord felt keenly the ingratitude of Hr lepers who returned not. V Whore are the nine? was his pained question. God polirs out his gifts and blessings every day upon his children; and whenever no voice of thanksgiving is .heard In return he misses it. If one bird of the. forest is silent In the glad spring-cfay- , he misses its song. If one human heart fails to utter its praise, amid lifes couni less blessings, he is, disap, . pointed. y Many there are who thinlTthaf if certain definite days are set apart for praise it is enough. For example, they. will be grateful for' a whole day onCe in a year., touching then every chord of praise in their being, thinking that this is the way God wants them to show their gratitude. I.ut the annual Thanksgiving day is not intended to gather into itself the thanksgiving fqr a whole year; rather it is intended to give the keynote for all ANKSGIVIXG l.n goose-pimple- d . - Isalm 147. 7. - the-musi- lu-ar- t gladness wherever it goes. It leaves an unbroken lane of sunbeams behind it. Everybody is better as well as happier for meeting one whose Christian life radiates gladness and cheer. Wo can do ..nothing better either for ourselves or for the world in which we live than to learn the lesson of praise Let us learn to and of thanksgiving. thanksgiv-ing-R- , the Lord lunfo with sing There are troubles In every life, but there are a thousand good tilings for one trial. Sometimes we have disappointments hut even these are really Gods appointments, as some day we shall find out. If people are unkind to us, we must go on loving just as before, our hearts full of unconquerable kindness, and It will tenfinally win. The most deep-seateto sadness can he overcome and dency replaced by happy cheerfulness. The gospel of Christ comes to us and tells us that we must he born again, born from above, born of God, and our very , d - f. four-scor- e natures voices have to say is in our hearts, nj6t merely in the ear. We Culinary. must have the beauty in our souls beThe oyster joke, unhappily, is fore we can see beauty anywhere. never fresh, complains the Charles Hence there are many who are really ton News and Courier. Well, blind to the loveliness which God has get into a stew about it? Washington strewm everywhere, with most lavish 1 p d kyouck! I close my eyes upon the block. Forgive me. Gobbler! Stayed I thin I had escaped this guillotine. J. W. Foley, in Philadelphia Ledger. The n fs be married ami get out of the way. It will make such a lot - ' Old Gobblers whisper was to warn Me of the fate of too much corn. He loved me! Hear his mournful b-s- cheerless heart that makes the world seem dreary to certain people; if only of lalk,' pleaded Vance. lie found wlun he lift the gill that they will let joy enter to dwell within, a new world would be created for h bad i t eaerated. Already the them. If we allow our heart to cher- news t!t..l Dad Greenway had disish unlovingness, bitterness, evil owned his son I ad spread through the or thoughts feelings, wo cannot hear village, and the irotimstantial icjtorts the music of love which breathes of the row- which had terminated in everywhere, .pouring out from the the dismissal bad gained a wealth of our detail in Its rapid travel. heart of God. Hut If we heart gentle, patient, lowly, and kind, Vance hail resigned his jtosiiiou that on our cars will fyll, wherever we go, mcinlng, and tin fellow ing day, after sweet si rains of divine music. a quiet wedding ceremony in tin parThen a glad life makes a life of sonage of the church, he and Carol set life. e I , hand. In his works. So we must have In our before we can hear the music which sings everywhere for. him who has ears to hear. If we have thanksgiving within us, we will have no trouble in finding glad ness wherever we go. It Is a sad and nature will be recreated. Then diLifes true concert vide grace assures us that it is not years pitch is praise. If we find that we impossible even for the most unholy are below the right pitch, we should life to be transformed into holiness. take advantage of the particular The being that is saturated with sin thanksgiving seasons to get keyed may be whiter than snow. There is no up. When the strings of life begin to nature, therefore, however unhappy grow discordant thanksgiving will put it may be because of its original qualus in tune. ity or its early training, which cannot The ideal life is one of gladness. through divine help learn the lesson Unthankfulness and fretfulness are of happiness and thanksgiving. The He tried to wJupper something olfee To me, the scrawny, dunce, discords in the song. We have no secret of Christian joy is the peace of But I passed on with figure trim, right to live gloomily or sadly. Go Christ in the heart. Then one is not do not care to talk with him.where we may, we hear the music of dependent upon circumstances or conAunt Jane one morning cooped us in joy, unless our ears have become tone-de- ditions. St. Paul said he had learned The yard, the stout ones and the thin. The world is full of beauty and in whatsoever state he was therein to We are so tame, and,she has made Us love h?r so were not afraid. full of music. Yet it is strange how be content. We know well that his And then she caught us, one by one, many people seem neither to see the circumstances were not always conAnd petted us, and ere twas 'done, nor hear the music. It genial nor easy, but he sang songs In loveliness She felt my body, my plump side, if were well many of us would train his prison with as cheerful a heart as Till I could scarce contain my pride. to see the glory and good- when he was enjoying the hospitality ourselves Tis morning now, here comes Aunt Jane, ness of God, as revealed in nature. It of a loving friend. There might be Her apron full of corn again; with her that But what grim person will be sad to leave this world, after hardships, sufferings, and want; but So like an executioner? in himself he had the peace of Christ; or staying ip it three-scorHe bears a glittering ax and bright, years without having seen any of the and this sustained him. St. Pauls In truth, a most revolting sight. the me, Ah, ten thousand beauties with which God secret of contentment is the ChrisBut passes by fright Near took away my appetite. . had adorned it. Consider the lilies, tians true secret of a happy life. to me bid Aunt Jane beg Now stoops said Jesus. Every sweet flower has a For corn. She grabs me by the leg! message of joy to him who can read Thanksgiving in the Home. cries. 'Come, hurry! Ho, Jack!-shOne who loves is eminently proper that there Gods the It writing. run! one! fattest mounflowers and birds and trees the and very should be cultivation of the spirit of Ive got He comes across the yard and takes and and rivers and tains has thanksgiving in every home. The seas, Me to the chopping block and shakes to voices heed the which learned home should be considered the first of everyOld ax Gobbler, near, His gleaming where whisper their secrets to him all American institutions. In it are Goes kyouck! and wipes another tear. who understands, can never be sad or reared the future useful men and faithHow cold and treacherous is fate! too late. tis but see it all, lonely. Thp power to hear what ful women of this nation. I the- half-starve- think it will be t to wait. "It wt n't make any dlfierence in our marriage? he phaded. h We ran get married lo morrow-I want to go to town and declared. on my own hook work lo get There Is nothing to prevent. assented the girl. 'lt is not as though and orn h 'V Post. out for the city where Vance would start anew. It was not an easy matter to find a position, even with the recommendation which the cashier of the home hank had given him. hut in lime Vance found a place, and they settled down to make a home in a tiny fiat v.hoso five rooms were scarcely larger than the dining room of the Greenway mansion. The months sped by all too fast, and even when Vance had earned a raise In salary, and had been advanced to a more responsible position, she would not move. We'll save t!-- rest, she declared. It does seem so cozy here, dear. Its our first home. We shall have much to he thankful for next week. Hy Thats so, agreed Vance. the way, Ive got an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner, so dont lay in a turkey. Vance would make no explanation other than to say that the invitation came from an old friend. Not even when they arrived at the station did he enlighten her as to j their destination, but the next morning, as the train neared the old home and she began to catch glimpses of familiar scenes through the car windows, the tears came frost-trace- d unbidden to her eyes. Vance, sitting beside her, clasped his hands over hers. We shall have much to be thankhe ful for this first Thanksgiving, Hut most of all I am said tenderly. thankful that you are my wife, dear. There is some mistake, she c ied. Surely you are not going to your fa- thers. Surely we are, he said with a hapDo you suppose that any py laugh. dinner would other Thanksgiving own home? tempt me from our But you have made up? she asked. We never really quarreled, he exI was dissatisfied at the plained. iank. I wanted to be sure of myself; to know that on my own effort I could make my way. Father and I planned the dramatic scene for the benefit of the public. I did not tell you, for I wanted him to see that it was for myself and not my money that you cared. was to have a trial for six months. The probation ended last week. There is my father waiting to welcome us to our new home, he said. The honeymoon ends with our Thanksgiving, and dad has a new daughter the best that ever was to make him thankful, too. . |