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Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14

1t is reported at San Jose that
Antoine Barbara, supposed to have
been killed and buried on Stevens
Creek, is alive and IN San Fran
cisco. It this be 50, the mys terry
surrounding the tragedy will be in
tensi6ed.
Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14

Burglars succeeded in robbing
the house of Hon j. F. Crank at
Fair Oaks. Los Angeles county,
Wednesday night during the alb
sence of the family, Of consider
able money and valuable jew
elry.
Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14
THE CALIFORNIA CONVEN
TION.

In the local columns is an inter
estlng letter from Fl. S. Mason who
is acting as the APPEALS cores
pendent at Sacramento during the
Anti-Chinese Convention. Al
though Mr.. Mason is grocer he
makes an equally good press cores
pendent. He tells in few graphic
sentences just what has been going
on there, and with few stroke of
the pen gives the reader an earnest
picture of affairs. We do not
believe that three columns regard
ing the affair, printed in the San
Francisco papers gives the reader
any better idea of the situation
generally than Mr.. Mason's letter.
It shows how thoroughly in earnest
the people of California are on the
Chinese question, and it is refresh
ing to know that they did not allow
lot of old broken down political
hacks to control proceedings. It
was body of men in earnest about
one thing, and whenever. a politi-
clan showed his head they hit it.
The Convention had no slate to
look after, and for once the ward
strikers and thimble riggers of San
Francisco were maSnifcently set
down on.
There is to be a general ratifca-
cation of the work all over the
State. and it will be such a pop
ular endorsement by the masses
as California never before wit
messed
Let Nevada see that the sage |
brush gives it an equally strong
Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14

WASHINGTON, d. c., Feb. l. 1886.
PROPOSALS will be received at the Con-
tract Once for this Department until 4P-
n. of April II, 1886 for carr Ting the mails
of the United States upon the routes
and according to the schedule of arrival
and departure specified by the Depart
ment, in the State of Nevada from Julyl
$3.50, to June 80, 1890. List of routes,
with schedules Of arrivals and depart
ures, instructions to bidders, with forms
or contracts and bonds, and all other
necessary information, will be fur
nished On application to the Second A.
sistAnt Postm aster General.
WILLIAM f. Villas,
feb7 Postmaster General.
Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14

A Costumer will be on hand March
3lSt, to furnish costumes at pri ces to SUIT
the times.
The Grand March viii take place at
s 30 O'clock. UnmaSking at 8 50 P. IL
10 O'Clock, after which parties holding
dance tickets will be allowed on the
floor.
None but maSkerS permitted on the
main floor between 80 P. M. and time of
unmasking.
A Committee on Distribution OF Prizes
Will be selected from the audience.
MaSkeEs will be required to enter the
stage door where they will be required
to raise their masks before a Com mittee
of Inspection, consisting Of the Mana
gers.
Those desiring to participate can get
their skates during the day SO as to pre-
vent confusion.
The ladies will tas cir skates to
the ladies' dressing room where an at
tendant VIII wait upon them; the gem
tlemen Will do the same at the gentle
mems dressing room.
Tickets to Dival...................... 81 so
Reserved Seats on Stag IS
gallery %
Box sheet at Tobriber's cigar store
Tickets for sale at all business houses.
RICHARD & MEDER,
Managers.
Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1886-03-14
Five Prizes will be Given
Away as Follows:

No. Ito the Richest Dressed Gentle
man.
No. ITO the Richest Dressed Lady.
No. $40 the Most Original Character
by Gentleman.
No. ITO the Most Original Character
ny Lady.
No. $40 the Person holding the lucky
number; everyiPerson in the Hall
entitie to a ticket
Prizes now on exhibition at John G,
FoX'S store.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
GERTRUDE GARRISON.
FOR WHAT SHALL WE BE THANKFUL

Some Old, Oft Repeated Questions, and
Their Questionable Answers.
"For what shall we be thankfulg" say the
sorrowing. "Grief abideth with us, and in
cur hearts is the bitterness of continued
trouble"
"For what shall we be thankful!n say the
poor "The earth overfows with plenty, but
we are destitute. Cold and hunger is our
portion, and want is our companion all the
days of the year"
'For what shall we be thanldul?' say the
hopeless. 1.-THE days go on, but they bring US
no Joy The sun and the moon traverse the
heavens without warming our chilled hearts
or lighting our dark pathway"
"For what shall we be thankful?" say the
disappointed. "Wherever we turn, there,
waiting to dishearten us, turks disappoint-
ment. When we rise he it is that causes us
again to fall"
"For what shall we be thankful?" say the
tempted, the mistaken, the fallen "Our
temptations have overcome us; our mistakes
have destroyed us; our sins have crushed u.s.
For us there is nothing left but wretchedness
"For what shall we be thankfuls" say the
baff1ed. When we strive we fail; when we
pray no answer comes; when we hope our
hopes are never realized; when we love our
loves are lost to u.s.
SFor what shall we be thankful!" say the
D2reaVed. 'DeaI0 mas rODDeQ us ana Ie1C US
moaning. Our sore hearts cannot take up
the cry of rejoicing, for we weep uncom-
forted"
"For what shall we be thankful?" say the
sick 1--WE suffer and know no ease. We are
full of anguish night and day"
"For what shall we thankfulp say the per-
secuted. sour enemies outnumber US; our
burdens are greater than we can bear"
"For what shall we thankful?" say the
weary, the wounded, the forsaken, the heavy
of heart "For US there is no rest, no happi-
ness, no help. WEAKNESS is our portion and
burdens our inheritance. We have no cause
for rejoicing from the beginning of the year
to the end"
For these, for all these, it is written: crest
in the Lord. Oh, rest in the Lord. Wait pa
tiently for Him and He shall give thee thy
hearts desire"
To these, to all these, the promise has been
given. To these, the words from a plain old
sermon come with power to heal: "There is
still heaven to be thankful for. Whatever
sorrows bereave us here, whatever fatal mis-
takes darken our lives, whatever irredeemable
losses befall us, may yet rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for him in the little life
that remains; for beyond this worlds gain or
loss, high in the serene air of heaven, when ex-
istence ceases to be a lesson and becomes vivid
life, there and only there shall He give US our
hearts desire in its immortal fullneSs. Here
knowledge is defiled love is imperfect, purity
the result of fiery trial, wealth rusted into
covetousness; but in heaven is the very native
country of pure knowledge, perfect love, ut
ter shllessneSs, and riches that neither moth
nor rust corrupt, that bless and curse not
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
"oH, AM THE GREAT MIKADo. y
murmurel AGAINST n

A poor, hard working hen who had brought
up her family by the strictest economy and
most faithful industry, and who had been
robbed of her last bite again and again by
the heartless N1ikado, spoke her mind about
it.
"It's an outrage" she said, "an outrage on
all decent fowls to see that brute of a Mi
kado in clover up to his comb while the rest
of us scratch from morning till night merely
to keep life in our bodies. Such things are
rapidly creating an aristocracy of sex. In
the future when male and female are both
equal before the law there will be none of
this. But it's the way of the world, and
always has been. The basest and least de
serving get into power, because they are so
coarse that they can ride right over any
obstacle, having no sensibilities to wound"
Here great swell of a cock mOnopolist
Of high degree, looked away and pretended
not to hear; but the others listened attentive
rise in the world while such monsters as the
Mikado had the power to oppress.
A middle-aged anarchist sputtered around
at great rate; but as he had always talked
rather more than he should they didn't give
him the closest attention. A fair and fat hen
of good figure smiled scornfully, and said that
one could expect nothing but coarse vanity
from a person of really low pedigree like the
Mikado. For her part, come what would she
had the comforting knowledge that the blood
of the Brahmas flowed in her veins. Her an
cestors were Asiatic kings. Then she strut
ted around to show off her figure, which
really was perfect.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
THE MIKAD0'S FATE.
a THANKSGIVING TRAGEDY.

It was about the first of November that the
big turkey, the Mikado of the farmyard, was
given a house all to himself and everybody
waited upon him in the most untiring man.
ner. At first he was somewhat astonished at
extraordinary consideration as he now re
ceiyed at everybody's hands amazed him for
a time, but he soon settled it in his mind en-
tirely to his satisfaction.
"Hoi hol" he said "Hal hal They have
just learned my worth. / have always known
that 1 was great genius, with brain as big
as a wash tub and think the other turkeys
poor Insignificant things, and the chickens,
sorry creatures, knew it also At least. they
have all shown a wholesome respect for my
power, but 1 must admit that l have been
slow to impress the people with my import
ance. 1t has come at last, however. See
how they truckle to me- kow-tow to me, sup
ply my every want almost before it is felt,
and make menials of themselves to cater
to my pieasurel"
This he said to himself as he walked by
himself The other citizens of the farmyard
looked at him with glowering faces and the
bitterness of envy in their hearts. He
had always tyrannized over them, and they
hated him with a hatred all the more
deadly because it was concealed under the
mask of respect Now, though he had never
done humane or generous thing in his life,
they beheld him housed and feasted like a
king, with the sauce of admiration served up
to him every hour. They couldn't under
stand it; they saw no justice in it, and they
murmurel against it.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
A Now Jersey a1adstone.

Benjamin Titus, Of Tronton, N. j., has
somewhat of n manin for coll citing curiosi-
ties. Among his latest acquisitions is quite a
large specimen Of what Is commonly known
as the maidstone. Before IL was accidentally
broken by fall on a stone floor It was about
seven inches long and an inch thick and
shaped like a calls tongue. On wetting the
finger and applying it 90 the stone tho latter
viii adhere TO the skin and can only be pulled
off with considerable exertiOn. Should there
be a cut on the finger Mr.. Titus says that this
application will cause pains TO shoot up the
arm as far as the shoulder. According 70 the
popular belief madstones are supposed TO euro
rattlesnalSe bites and 10 preclude all necessity
for sending dog bitten mortal across 20 M.
Pasteur The stone is extremely hard, al
though very light in weight, and 1t Is Of a
dull gray color. The present owner has
never had chance TO test its virtues.-Chi-
cagO Herald
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25

1t might be dangerous to stake ones repu-
tation upon the assertion that Thanksgiving
is a strictly religious feast. 1t is day of
practical rejoicing i'll the good things of this
world, and there may even be people whose
mouths are fuller of turkey than their hearts
of thanks. But every year the area of the
feast enlarges. Every year there are more
people who sit down to "groaning boards" as
the reporters happily express it, upon occa-
sions of civic festivity.
Dear old Thanksgiving Long and long may
his hospitable board be spread Long and
long may he stand, benignant, at his door,
calling in the poor and the weary, the blind
and the lame, even as the old Puritans called in
Massasoit and ninety other savages Rich in
blessings and reverend in years. may good
old Thanksgiving last with the continent,
knitting closer the ties of family and friend
ship; its cheerfulness beaming like the smile
of patriarch; its charity burning like cen
tral fire, warming all the year and lighting
up every dark day of care and sorrow.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25

"Mary, perhaps the boy has been to yoll.
At this moment the clock on the mantel
! struck -. We listened to its strokes till the
/ last one died away.
/ at is Thanksgiving morning, said my hus-
! band, solemnly.
When the morning really came, with its
! fresh, frolicking winds and sunlight, and
blue skies; with its merry faces and gay
voices, and the happy children rapping at my
door, L thought of what he said, perhaps
the boy has been TO you" Sometimes think
he must have been, SO real and sweet is, even
now the memory of his coming. All that
day he stood beside me. All that day
saw his peaceful face, and felt the bless
ing of his smile, and heard his low, sweet
voice. What for months 1 had looked upon
and feared with the bitterness of a great
dread, the face, and smile, and voice made
elmost painless.
The children's merry greetings did not hurt
me; my fingers did not tremble when they
twined the fresh green leaves about the walls
The older children went with US to church
that morning. The little church was very
still and pleasant and somehow the service
stole away down into my heart. 1t was no
eloquent preacher that we heard; only a
plain man, with Gods plainest gifts of mind
and culturel But the day was real to him,
and l listened. A bit of Mrs Browning's
music kept singing itself in my soul:
Ipraise thee while my days go on
1 love thee while my days go on;
Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
With enpted arms and treasure lost,
thank thee while my days go on
1 think that did thank him-I who, only
last year, had sat there with my boy be-
side me.
I think that when the dear familiar words
flooded the church with harmony again, as
on that other morning. and John and 1
clasped hands silently-I think we uttered
the old, old cry: blessed be the name of the
Lord"
We stopped after church together where
the boy was lying, to let May lay down her
little green wreath, and I was glad that she
could do it calmly Somehow 1 felt as if
tears would be proclamation just then Then
we went quietly home.
1t was a happy home that day-as happy as
it could be when we did not see him. Yet
knew he was there.
"Did you think should not be with you,
motherY'
heard it over and over; hear it over and
over now; l shall hear it when the next
Thanksgiving sun brightens his grave. He.
wished US to be happy; know he was with
IS 1 think he always viii be.
ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25

A young turkey, who was considered some
thing of a crank because he wore glasses,
was greatly given to philosophy and meta
physics had gone so far as to lecture a little
and was thinking of starting a newspaper,
here piDad up: at is my opinion, friends,
that we are to blame for our lack of success.
The Mikado is merely carrying out the
theories of the new school of Boston thinkers
and the occultists of the east, which he has
dropped on, verify believe, through my
teaching. He has powerful viii, and he has
secretly and persistently demanded the good
things of life and is getting them. The great
force, my friends, is mind. But while we
have been talking about it, he, like the pirate
he is has grabbed the idea and put it into
operation"
An old and opinionated cat that had been
apparently sleeping on fence post now had
a word to say. "You are very inexperienced
creatures. When you have lived as long as
have (which none of you are likely to do, l
am sorry to say, for reasons it would be in
delicate now to mention) you will know that
what appears sometimes to be great good for
tune is really the greatest curse that could
befall us. 1 Will not here go into particulars,
but ! win entreat you not to be envious of the
Mikado. This is very dramatic world. The
man who is up today may be down to-mor
row. Envy no one. Perhaps your hard lot
is better thousand times for your souls good
than the wealth of Gould or Vanderbilt,
or even the Mikado. Ben Franklin spoke
wisely when he said:
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is humble none at all"
Just then the Mikado, whose doors had been
opened by the beautiful daughter of the house
to give him an hours walk in the sunshine,
came near them with lordly gait, head erect
and wings scraping the earth in overwhelm-
ing pride. In spite of the cats sermon on
humility, in the face of the fact that they
knew she spoke the truth, they felt shriveled
and mean in the presence of this petted and
admired creature He walked near them,
smiled scornfully, and said:
Stand out of the way, you creatures small,
Stand out Of the way OF my shadow;
For am the king and boss of all,
Oh, am the great Mikado.
And they stood out of his way, though
here and there was one who could not
frain from shedding tears, SO deep was his
humiliation.
The mistress of the house, accompanied by
friend, just then appeared on the other
side of the fence, and the object of their at
tention seemed to be the Mikado He wasn't
slow to show his appreciation of the dis
tinction, either He stlutted and gobbled
in the most pompous and self-gratulatory
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
THE ORIGIN OF THANKSGIVING.
A Purely Puritan Festival of Rejoicing
Over worldly Things.

A Purely Puritan Festival of Rejoicing
Over Worldly Things.
AS if to resist the bitterness and sadness of
the failing year, the most genial and kindly
of all our festivals occurs at the end of No
vember. Its very name, Thanksgiving, be-
trays its pious origin-an origin unmixed with
any prior tradition. TIE great Christian
festival of Christmas stretches backward to
yule logs and mistletocs, TO Scandinavian and
Briton heathenry; nor does it lose by the
graceful, happy association. But Thanks
giving is purely Puritan. 1t is the good,
warm heart conquering the tough head and
ascetic manner of the old pilgrims.
In Elliott's "New England History" you
may read that in 1928, after the harvest,
Governor Bradstreet sent out n company to
shoot game to furnish a dainty feast of re-
joicing after the labors of the colony, Hav-
ing followed the directions of the governor,
and the principle of the excellent Mrs. Glass,
they cooked their game and invited MasSa-
soft and some ninety other savages, and all
fell to and dsvoured the feast, thanking God
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
A HUMBLE THANKSGIVING.

We cannot show a grand array
OF toothsOmc things Thanksgiving Day
The day so very near;
Our little pantry viii not boast
Delicious viands by the host
To every palate dear.
Meath weight of all the good things know
Our little table will not groan,
No, not the very least;
Our little home will not be blest
With many a welcome, joyous guest
To help us at the feast.
Yet, Notwithstanding what we lack,
Wen not regretfully look back
And sigh for better days;
, But we will I'll in every part
The spacious store rooms of our heart
With gratitude and praise.
Wen count our present blessings DER,
And we shall find they number more
Than all our trials do;
Our happy, thoughtful hearts shall be
Delightful guests-right royalty
They will reward us, too.
To seats we once did occupy
Wen not look up with wistful eye
And covetous unrest;
But bending low down our gaze
To poorer homes, to sadder ways,
Thank God we are so blest.
Thank God that though our home is small,
1t still contains the dear ones all,
Rich in affections wealth;
Thank God we have enough to eat,
Thank God for clothing warm and neat,
Thank God for perfect health.
Thank God we feel the fires warm glow, q
While many cold and fireless go
In many cherries home.
Oh, yes, most gratefully we'll lift
Our souls to God for every gift,
And trust for all to come.
Thus round our frugal little board,
With cheerful hearts Wen praise the Lord
And keep the jubilee;
Nor shall there anywhere be found,
Within this nations utmost bound,
a happier family.
FANNY PERCIvAL.
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25
Pedestrian Tours bv an Empross

Though the empress Of Austria is no longer
allowed to take horse exercise, she is using
her returning strength TO make extensive pc
destrian excursions in the neighborhood OF
Ischl Her household find il difficult, In fact,
to fall in with their imperial mistress new
ways, for she not only walks long distances,
but gets up at abnormal hours in the morn
ing to start on her journeys. Last Monday
she was up just after 4 a. m. in order 10 start
for the Lac de Grundl, and only got back to
Ischl about in the evening. If monarchs OF
the period mean 10 go in this way intending
courtiers will soon have 10 pass an examina-
tion in athletics, including the walking OF
measured mile-London Figaro
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25

power he would rise some day, seize the
reins of government, and trample them all
under his feet. If so, half excuse tho
murder, though am too much of a Bud
dhist to sympathize with a festival which
sanctions the destruction of living creatures,
and the eating of Them, too. In the round of
existence, depend upon it, my friends, all such
things are evened up. They who kill shall
be killed in turn; if not in this life, in some
embodiment in the far future"
The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-25

Just as the shades began to fall heavily he
drew me toward him by the frost bound
window He stopped and kissed me. He
took me in his arms and said, as he had said
lefore:
"Did you think should not be with you,
,notherl
And then missed him. I called to him,
hut he did not answer. ] stretched out my
arms to him, but he did not come back to
me. The room grew dark; my head swan;
] tottered over to my husband.
"Oh John! / have lost himl"
"Mary-why, Maryl what is the matterp
and he caught me in his arms.
looked up. l was not in the parlor by the
frost bound window; the children were not
beside me. The sitting room fire had died
down into the ashes; the door into the hall
was open, and my husband had on his over
coat. He was holding me tightly in his
rms
Il thought-oh, Johnl Johnyn And then
old him all my dream When had finished
lie was still a long time, then