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Show CHINESE SERVANTS. lla CaliforHl JdM of Uirla A California woman in uaking of fliaf Arm iNvaluahla IliHiNlioie-JiiN- In 'fi the Chinese a household servant, universally employed in the cities of esk. KNOWLEDGE Bring comfort and improvement and tends to nominal enjoyment when rightly lined. The many, who live better than other and enjoy life more, with lew expenditure, by more promptly adapting the world Lent product to the needa of physical being, will attcat the value to licaltli of the pure liquid laxative principle embraced in the remedy, Svrup of Fig. It excellence in due to it pnentlng in the form mut acceptable and pleasant to the taste, the refreshing and truly beneficial pnqxTtic of a rfuct laxative ; effectually cleansing the aytem, dispelling colds, headache and fevers ana wrmaueiitiy curing cunatipatMin. Ir ha given satisfaction to millions and met with tha approval of the medical profession, because it acta on the Kidweakneys, Liver and Bowels without ening them and it is perfectly free from every objectionable substance. Syrup of Fin la for sale by all druggist in 50c and 91 bottle, but it is manufactured by the California Fig Hyrup Co. only, whose name is printed on every package, also the nsnie, Hyrup of Figs, and being well informed, you will not accept any substitute if oft red. august Flower Eight doctor treated me for Heart Disease and one for Rheumatism, bntdidme no good. I could not apeak aloud. Everything that I took into the Stomrch distressed me. I could not sleep. I had taken all kinds of medicines. Through a neighbor I got one of your books. I procured a bottle of Greens August Flower and took it I am stout, hearty and strong and enjoy the best of health. August Flower saved my life and gave me my health. Mrs. Sarah J Cox, Defiance, O. to-d- COLCHESTER Spading Boot fur I ihrrs. tiMMfVtiol ln ih uf Urn mtkm net tji tlM bl4 prof filMtcimis le. iluwn htMtk inh" AOcIimMIi irnfcKI lUiutiftemb DR. GUMS ONION SYRUP ,1 California, said: "They are the most faithful and efficient employed, although they command salaries ranging from I'JO, that being the lowest amount, to 9:15 a mouth, and then infuse to do the family laundry. But, barring this fact, they arc in every rcsiect preferable to any oilier class of servant, one Chi nose accomplishing inoro work than two other people together. They areoxcell-n- t do the chain tier work, and act a waitor with the case of a Dciuumi-c- o waller, and withal are o noise-le- s that one is hardly conscious of tliuir preseneo in the house Most of the Cliincse who act as have private servants in California held hlmilar position In tlu-i- r own country, and are, therefor.-- , nut as ignorant of the requirement of a servant a many of the green girl who Immigrate to America fur that purpose, says tha New York Tribune. Although the mode of housekeeping aud cooking is vastly different here from what the Chinese has been accustomed to, still they are observant and Imitative, and readily sue into and practice whatever they are told, rarely having to bo instructed in the same tiling twlco. The Chinese are most amusing as servant, and a long as the California people have, employed them In their house they till find a fund of amueinent in their dally life. This woman tolls how one day her servant Jim was preparing chicken for dinner and before cooking it had nearly s .tinned It. Ills mistress told him that chicken was never skinned In fact, that was a very good part of it This Impressed Jim very much, for be could But understand how the skin of anything was good to eat Nevertheless, If his mistress said so that settled it in his mind; so, nut long after, watermelon was served, and, going Into the kitchen later, tho mistress observed Jim eating all the rind. In fact, most of theontiro riud of the melon had disappeared. 'Why, Jim!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill yourself?" Jim replied: "Misio say chicken skin good, bo good met lie FOR COUGHS, COLDS AMD CROUP. GRANDMOTHERS ADVICE. XamMnff afaKtty e biim HitUrra. m? Ml? lirhrC (wda and Primp vm ontoauvr lafiMta ffsrtlvs tMar m H wu forty yam am Ifaw mf inmAihiMNi UIm Dr. OuiBontMilini m lirsadf pmnaMd nd userw plsmm fo tha wtotk IwtA Mo 14 mrrhms Lana bottlaa AO anil aubaUtutafur It Tharv'a aotlii tanoA kin." a man drove to take the daughter or tho house for a drive, and Jim, as was lilt invariable custom whenever the young woman left the house, ran to tho drawingroom and looped through the blinds to see her depart. Just a the couple were seated in the carriage she dropped her handkerchief, and. of course, he got out and picked it up, and handed it to her. 'This was too much for Jim to stand, and he ran through tlie house trying to find his mistress, that he might tell her what he had soen. Wheu ho found her he said: "My gracious, that man Miss AUlo go riding with is big fuoL Miss Allle dlup her handkerchief and he got out and get it for her. Melican girl belly lazy. " Ono afternoon the door to Th Light of th llurMta. On the upper deck of the steamer we had a veritable light of the harem walking about with her pudgy broad feet and largo dogskin gloves. Site was a little powdered woman, blackened eyes, dressed in a fttshloiiublu durk-bln- u cloak, and round her French hut and slightly covering tho lower part oi her fuco was a wlilto pretense at a yashmak. She strolled Ihu dock unsteadily, clutching a French novel, and Is, I beliero. tho latest example of the emancipated female of the Hast; Fatmeh. who ha liocn at the Warding school in the Champ Klysno; Fatmeh. in short, up to date. 1 fancy she had been paving a visit in Cairo and was on her way home to Constantinople. J took possession inadvertently of her rhaio lounge, out of which the attendant Mcsrour in a tarboosh and dingy tweed suit, promptly turned mo, Thou ho affixed on it au ordiuary visiting card bearing the inaglc inscription: "Slmo. Boslimy Fasha. The Cornhlll Magazine. Asked (nr Hu, It Klsht Malarial. was tho morning after tho train robbery, and the sagacious detective TiM was holding a business conference w ith an official of tho express company. Scorn to me." oliscrvcd the official, reluctantly making out a check Tor a large amount, "you are striking us very heavy for soap." is a scientifically prepared liniment "Yes, sir." ausworod tho detective. and harmless; every ingredient is of We intend to scour tho country value and in constant uso reccguizud Chicago Tribune. by the medical profession. It short-ra- a thoroughly. Labor, Lcwoim Fata, Diminishes Tna Hraart a Ho? for That, Danger to life of Mother and Child, Mission Sunday School Teacher. liook 4,To Mothers" mailed free, con taining valualilo information and Benjamin, 1 was shocked to see you Tolunt ary testimonials. picking up a cigarette 1 on tho street as I came down this morning. You ought not to smoke BRAD FIELD REGULATOR CO., AUuta, Ga. the vile thing. They are poisonous, Sold by an ilnirgui. filthy and disagreeable to everybody around you. Indiguant Waif 1 dont smoke no cig'retter! 1 gets fifteen cent a Are you going to quart fur do stumps at de fuctry!" iuc a Holiday Mill HiMiHilnic. edition? Do you Eastern Man How aro things in intend to use a HolIhigout City now? iday Supplement? Western Man itooming. just Have you seen our Why, I happened to want Write a littlo sjH'nding money last week, samples? ami it didn't tuko mu half an hour to us. get a third mortgage on my bouse. HOTHERS FRIEND half-smok- uBusmsi Western Newspaper Union, IHlN-S- l Lawrence St., Iknvkr, Oilo. RlENSlON.U'lUSm.'.'; "if UTifaif. ot bo Kouy Laborer It's an actor aro? Sure you hare easy times. Actor Kasy. 1 it? Just you take a leading part in a Russian play, and try too look hull frozen in a Siberian snow-storon a stilling hot July night, and sec. m 18, whom nobody could look at with- out thinking of a rosebud almost blossoming. Tha only other person at tha fireside was Robert Moore, formerly an apprentice of the blauksmith, but bow hia journeymen, and who seemed more like an own non of John Ingle-fiel- d than did the pale and slender student. Only these four had New Eng- kept lands festival beneath that root The vacant chair at John Inglefialds right hand was in memory of hia wife, whom death had snatched from him ing! To church with since the previous Thanksgiving. allths town I With a feeling that few would hve Lot saeh give looked in hia rough nature the bethanks for reaved for husband had himself aet the bUssiagt chair in its place next hia own, and Ths ysar often did hia eye glance thitherward howsrtd down. aa if he deemed it possible that the Forget that gravts ar gaping cold grave might send back ita tenant Anil boob shall swallow all Ths thankless and th thankful, to the cheerful fireside, at least for HANK8GIVING! Tis Thanksgiv- Ths mighty and th small. Thanksgiving I TU Thanksgiving Let merry Iwll declare Ths joy that dwells within ns, Th axil of dKMlr. Forget that grave ar gaping, That dsrknw. stands bssliis TO cover each man over And will not li denied. that one evening. Thus did he cherish the grief that was dear to him. But there was another grief which he would fain hare torn from his heart; or, since that could never be, have buried it too deep for others to behold or for his own remembrance. V ithin the past year another member of his bouseho d had gone from him, but not to the grave. Yet they kept no va ant chair for her. While John Inglefield and his family were sitting around the hearth, with the shadows dancing behind them on the wall, the outer door was opened and a light footstep came along the passage. The laich of i he Inner dor was lifted hr a me familiar hand, and a young girl came in, wearing a cloak and hood, wh ch she took off and laid on the table beneath the looking-glas- s Then after gazing a moment at the fireside circle, she approached and toon the seat at John Inglefielda right hand, aa if it hal been reserved I Thanksgiving! Tls Thanksgiving! uiaid and matron sing; Let has and tenor, chortling. Give thanks unto tha King. Forget that graves art gaping And endleae kilenra soon Shall still both choir and organ And drown tha joyful tuna It Thanksgiving! Tls Thanksgiving! Back, cart! But welcome, mirth! to yon la sacred. Ana nil the men on earth Forget that graves are gaping. That mirth with care shell he Together, undistinguished Throughout eternity. To-da- y Thanksgiving! Th Thanksgiving! Give thanks, then, oh, give thanks! This life has many prizes And few of us draw blanks. Fhrget that graves are gaping. And they who wit shall rest Beside the' luckless losers In one ubllvion diest. Thanksgiving! Tia Thanksgiving! Fill full ths flowing bowl! The past was good--- be careless Of what may cuine, my soul. Forget that graves are gaping; This life is very sweet. Bum vlvinius, vivamus1 Come, friends, give thank and sat! ion Bshkctt iiiss X. BY XATIIAXIEL IIAWTJIOBNC. N THE EVENING o f Thanksgiving day John ingle-field- , the black smith, sut in his elbow cliair among those who had been keening festival at hia board. Being the central figure of the domestic circle, i he lire threw its strongest light on hia massive and sturdy frame, rendering hi rough visage so that it looked like the head of an iron statue, all (rum his own forge, and with its features rudely fashioned on his own anvil. At John Ingleiteld'srighthand wps an empty chuir. 1 he other places round the hearth were lil.eil by the members of the family, n ho aU sat luieily, while, with a semblance of fantastic merriment, their shadows d meed on the wall behind them. One of the group was John Inglefiald's son, who had been bred at college and was now a student of theology at Andover. Tin re was also a 'vghter of on purpose for her. "Here I am at last, father," said she. "You ate your Thanksgiving dinner without ine, hut 1 have come hack to spend the evening with von." e, it was Prudence Inglefield. Hhe wore the same neat and maidenly attire which sne hail been accustomed to put on when the household work was over for the day, and her hair was the simple parted from her brow in became her and modest fashion that best of all. If her cheeic might otherwise have been pale, yet the glow of the fire suffused it with a healthful bloom. If she had spent the many months of her absence in guilt ana infamy, yet they seemed to have left no traces on her. gentle aspect, hhe could not have loosed leu altered had she merely stepped away from her father's fireside for half an hour and waa quiverreturned while the ing upward from the same brands that were horning at her departure. And to John Inglefield ahe was the very Image of his buried wife, such as he remembered her on the first Thanksgiving which they bad passed under their own roof. Therefore, though naturally a stern and rugged man, he amid not speak unkindly to his sinful child, nor yet could he take her to hia bosom. "Yon are welcome home, Prndence," said he, glancing sideways at her, and "Your mother bis voice faltered. would have rejoiced to see you, but ahe has been gone from us these four bl-ix- months "I know it. father, I know it, re- plied Prudence, quickly. "And yet, when I first came in, niv eyea were so dazed by the firelight that she seemed to be sitting in this very chair. Vv this time the other members of the family had begun to recover from their surprise and became sensible that it was no ghost from the grave nor vision of their vivid recollections, hut Prudence her own sell Her brother was the next that greeted Ha advanced and held out his affectionately, as a brother should, yet not entirely like a broths for with all hia kindness, he was still a clergyman and apesking to a child of ain. "Sister Prudence," said he earnestly I rejoice that a merciful ITovidence hath turned your steps homeward in time for me to bid you a last farewell. In a few weeks, sister, I am to anil aa a missionary to the far islands of ths Pacific. There is not one of these beloved faces that I shall ever hope to behold again on thin earth. Oh, may 1 see all of them yours and all beyond the grave A shadow flitted acroaa the girls countenance. The grave is very dark, brother, answered she, withdrawing her hand somewhat hastily from his grasp. "You may look your last at me by the fire. light of this While Ithis waa passing the twin-githe rosebud that had grown on the same stem with the castaway stood gaxmg at her lister, longing to fling herself upon her bosom, so that the tendrils of their heart might intertwine again. At first she waa restrained by mingled grief and shame, and by a dread that Prudence was too much changed to respond to her affection, or that her own purity would be felt as a reproach by the lost one But, as ahe listened to the familiar voice, while the face grew more and more familiar, she forgot everything save that Prudence had come back. Hpring-in- g forward, ahe would have clasped her in a dose embrace. At that verv instant, however, Prudence started from her chair and held out both hands with a warning gesture. "No, Mary: no. my sister, cried she: "do not touch me. Your bosom must not be pressed to mine. Mary shud lered and stood still, for she felt that something darker th an the grave was between Prudence and herself, though thev seemed so near each other in the light of their father's hearth, where they had grown up together. Meanwhile Prudence threw her eyea around the room In search of one who had not yet bidden her welcome. He bad withdrawn from his seat by the fireside and waa standing near the door, with his face averted, so that hia features could be discerned only by the flicker.ng shadow of the profile upon the walL Iiut Prudence called to him in a cheerful and kindly tone: said she, "won't Come, Robert, you shake hands with your old friend?" her. hand ner smiling sadly as sus withdrew hand, "you must not give me too warm a welcome." And now. having exchanged greetof the family. ings with each member Prudence again seated herself in the chair at John Inglefield' right hand. IS ha was naturally a girl of quick and tender sensibilities, gladsome in her general mood, but with a bewitching merriest pathos interfused among her Words and deed. It was remarked of her, too, that she had a faculty, even in childhood, of throwing her own feelings like a spell over her companions each as she had been in tha apdays of her innocence, so did she in the pear this evening. Her frieud, her resurprise and bewilderment ofhad ever she turn, almost forgot thathad forfeited left them, or that she any of her claims to their affection. In the morning, perhaps, they might have looked at her witu a'tered eyes, but by the Thanksgiving fireside they felt only that their own Prudeme had come back to them tud were thankful John Inglefield's rough visage brightened with the glow of his heart aa It grew warm and marry within him. tiui s or twice he even laughed till the room rang again, yet seemed startled The by the echo of his own mirth. frol-csograve young minister became as as a schoolboy. Nary, too, the rosebud, forgot that her twin blossom had ever lieen torn from the stem and trampled in the dust. And as for Robert Moore, he gazed at Prudence with the bashful earnestness of love new born, while she, with swet maiden coquetry, half soil ed upon and half discouraged him In short, it was one of those intervals when sorrow vanishes in its own depth of shadow and joy starts forth in transitory brightness When the clock struck A, Prudence poured out her fathers customary draught of herb tea, which she had been steeping by the fireside ever since twilight "God bless you, child! said John Inglefield, as he took the cup from her hand; you have made your old father lint we mist your iy again, It mother sadly. Prudence, sadly. seems as if she ought to be here now. "Now, father, or never, " replied Prudence. It wae now the hour for domestic worship, but while the family were making preparations for their. duty, they suddenly perceived that Prudence had put on her cloak and hood and waa lifting the latch of the door. "1rudunce, Prudence, where are you going?" cried they all with one voice. As Prudence passe J out of the door she turned toward them and flung hack her hand with a gesture of farewell, hut her face waa so changed that they hardly recognized it. Sin and evil passions glowed through ite comeliness and wrought a horrible deformity ; a smile beamed in her eyes as a triumphant mockery at their surprise and grief. Daughter," cried John Inglefield. between wrath and sorrow, "stay and be your father's blessing, or take hia curse with you!" For an instant Prudence lingered and looked back into the room, while her countenance wore almost the expression as if ahe waa struggling with a fiend, who had hia victim even within power to the hallowed precincts of her father's hearth. The fiend prevailed and Prudence vanished into the outer darkness When the family rushed to the door they could see nothing, but heard tha sound of wheels rattling over the frozen ground. That same night, among the painted beanties of the theater of a neighboring city, there was one whose diaaoluts mirth teemed inconsistent with any fire-light- rl FOB AX IXSTAXT FBl'DEXCE UX9EBK& sympathy for pure affections, and foi the joys and griefs which are hallowed Yet this was Irudenci by them. Inglefield. Her visit to the Thank giving fireside waa the realization o: one of those waking dream in whicl the guilty soul will aomrtimea stray haek to its innocence. Hut Sin, alas is careful of her bond slaves; they hear her voice, perhapa at the holies' moment ana are constrained to gc whither ahe summons them. Thi same dark power that drew Prudence Inglefield from her father's hearth the same in ita nature, though height ened then to a dread necessity would snatch a guilty soul from the gats oi heaven and make ita sin and ita pun ishment alike eternaL A Methodist oa Thanluglvlug. Let Thanksgiving day be a thanksgiving day. A good many people seen disposed to itaake it a day for putting on sackcloth and ashes. We go tc church to hear about national badness and national dangers; to read from the Lamentations and sing in a minot train. That is not welL It is all right to be reminded of our nation'! ,in xnd perils. We should face these problems often and earnestly study methods of reform. But a Thanksgiving service is hardly the place to do it. Let ns rather spend the hour in re counting God's multiplied b casings tc un The President's proclamatioc is a model document and strike! a key upon which we a hundred songs of heartfelt' prshle. For national peace and general health; for golden harvests and overflowing granaries: for liberty in state and church fur marvelous growth in material substance; for aura advancement in social and moral reform; for churchly vie tories upon a thousand hotly contested battlefields, let us render thanks tc WOXT top BHAKK HAXlIf WITH AX OLD God. We fear not because some dark clouds appear upon our national horiFR1BND" Robert held hack for a moment, but zon. God reigns "The Lord of llosU affection struggled powerfully and is with us; the God of Jacob is our overcame his pride and resentment refuge. Enter into his gates with He rushed toward I'ruiejce, seized thanksgiving and into his courts with her hand and pressed it to his bosom. praise. Rev. Havens in Epworth There, there, Robert," arid sL League. |
