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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-05-10

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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-05-10

II never took any medicine that did me SO much
good in so short time as Hoods Sarsaparilla
very much run down, had strength, no energy.
and felt very tired all the time. commenced taking
Hoods Sarsaparilla and before had used one botts
felt like different person. That extreme tired feel
ing has gone, my appetite returned, and it toned ms
up generally. My brother aud sister have also
ceived great benefit from it.r-CLARA w. PHELPS.
Shirley. Mass.
my son suffered from spring debility and loss OF
appetite, and restored to health he be-
gan to take our favorite medicine, Hoods Sarsapzr
rilla. We recommend it to all our friends -MRs
ITALIA E. SMITH, Scipioville N. Y.
1--WE all like Hoods Sarsaparilla,i is so strength
ening. LIZZIE BALFoUR, Auburn, r. /.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-05-10
The New Political Economy.

New Orleans Picayune.
1t is not absolutely necessary for a candidate
to know anything. Some one will tell him how
he stands on the tariff question and the crowd
about him will tell him when he ought to treat.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-05-10
A Growl from Georgia.

Macon Telegraph.
The President is at liberty to marry, having
got divorce from the Democratic party.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
TILE MIKAD0,S FATE.
"A THANKSGIVING TRAGEDY.

1twas about the first OF November that tlye
given n house all TO himself and everybody
waited uponihimi in the most untiring man.
ner. At first hewas somewhat astonished at
somarked a change in his fortunes. Such
extraordinary consideration as he now re-
ceived at cvcrybodys hands amazed him for
a time, but lIe soon settled it in his mind en-
tirely to his satisfaction. -. "a. ga, 4
"Ho! ,ho," he said "Hal hal They have
just learned .myworth. have always known
thatI wasa great genius, with brain rs big
asa wash tub, andl;think the other turkeys,
poor insignificant things, and the chickens,
sorry creatures, knew it also. At least, they
haveall shown arwholesome respect for my
power, but 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 10 me, kow-tow to me, sup
ply my every want almost before it is felt,
and make menials of themselves 30 cater
to my pleasure
This he said to himself as he walked by
himself. The other citizens OF the farmyard
lookedat him with glowering faces and the
bitterness OF envy in their hearts He
had always tyrannized over them, and they
hated him with hatred all the more
deadly because itwas concealed under the
mask of respect Now, though he had never
done humane Wr generous thing in his life.
they beheld him housed and toasted like a
king, with the sauce of admiration served up
ITO him every hour. They couldn't under
stand it; they saw nc Justice In it. and they
murmured agains"
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

A poor, hard working hen who had br0nght
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 Mikado spoke her mind about
it,
"It's an outrage" she said, "an outrage ON
all decent fowls TO see that brute of 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. Bnt 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 sensibilites 70 wound"
Here great swell of n cock. monopoist
Of high degree, looked away and pretended
not to hear; but the Others listened attentive
Iy, sighed, and admitted that it was hard to
rise in the world while such monsters as the
Mikado had the power to oppress
A mddle-agcd 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 herpart, 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 on her figure, which
really was perfect
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

It might be dangerous to stake ones repu-
tation upon the assertion that Thanksgiving
Is strictly religious feast. 1t is q day of
practical rejoicing in 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 tho
feast enlarges Every year there are more
people who sit down TO grooming boards" as
the reporters happily express it, upon coca
sions of civic festivity.
Dear old Thanksgiving Long and long may
his hospitahlc board be spread. Long and
long may he stand, benignant, at his door,
calling ia the poor and the weary, the blind
and the lame, evenas theold Puritans called in
Massasot 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 a patriarch; its charity burning like CEN
trail fire, warming all the year and lighting
up every dark day'of care and sorrow.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
FOR WHAT SHALL WE BE THANKFUL!
Some Old, Oft Repeated Questions, and
Their Questionable Answers.

| Some Old, Oft Repeated Questions, and
| Their Questionable Answers.
"For what shall we be thankful:" say the
| sorrowing. "Grief abideth with MS and In
our hearts is the bitterness of continued
trouble"
"For what shall we he thankful" say the
poor. "The earth overhows 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 he thankful" say the
hopeless "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 he thankful" say the
disappointed. wherever we turn, there,
waiting to disheartcn us, turks disappoint-
ment. When we rise he it is that causes us
again TO fall"
"For what shall we he thankful say tho
tempted. the mistaken. the fallen. "Our
temptations have overcome u.s. our mistakes
have destroyed us; our sins have crushed us.
For us there is nothing left but wretchedness ="
"For what shall we be thankfnl" say the
baffied When we strive we fail; when we
pray no answe, comes; when we hope our
hopes arc never realized; when we love our
loves are lost to u.s."
"For what shall we be thankfulr say the
bereaved. death has robbed us and left us
moaning. Or sore hearts cannot take up
tho cry of rejoicing, for we weep uncom-
forted "
'For what shall we be thankful say tho
sick. 1--WE suffer and knCwno case. We are
full of anguish night and day"
"For what shall we thankful say the per-
secuted. "Our enemies outnumber us: our
burdens are greater than we can bear.n
"For what shall we thanlifulN 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, II is written: "Rest
In the Lord. Oh, test 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, fireworks from plain old
sermon come with power to heal: "Therc Is
still heaven to he thankful for. Whatever
sorrows bereave us here, whatever fatal mis-
takes darken our lives, whatever irredeemable
losses befall ms, wo may vet rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for him I'm 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 I'm its immortal fullness Here
knowledge is defiled, love is imperfect, purity
the result OF fiery trial, wealth r,rsted into
covetousness but In heaven is the very native
country OF pure knowledge, perfect love, ut
ter sinlessness, and riches that neither moth
nor rust corrupt, that bless and curse not"
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
"A HUMBLE THANKSGIVING.


We cannot show grand array
OF toothsome things Thanksgiving Day
The day so very near;
Our little pantry will not boast
Delicious viands by the host
To every palate dear.
Meath weight of all the good things lns<u
Our little table will not groan,
No, not the very least;
Our little home will not be blest
With many welcome, joyous guest
To help us at the feast.
Yet, notwithstanding what we lack,
Well not regretfully look back
And sigh for better days;
But we will fill in every part F
The spacious store rooms of our heart
With gratitude and praise. fN
Well count our present blessings DER,
And we shall find they number more
Than all our trials do;
Our happy. thoughtfui hearts shall be-
Delightful guests-right royalty a
They will reward MS, too.
To seats we once did occupy
We'llnot look up with wistful eye
And covetous unrest;
But bending low down our gaze
. To poorer homes, TO sadder ways, &
ThankGod we are so blest
Thank God'that though our home is srna1.
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 GodIfor perfect health.
Thank God we feel the fires warm glow,
While many cold and fireless go
In many u cherries home.
oh, yes, most gratefully We'll lift
Or souls to God for every gift,
And trust forall to come.
Thus 'roun.l our frugal little board,
With cheerful hearts well praise the Lord
And keep the jubilee;
Nor shall there anywhere be found
Within this nations utmost bound
A happier family.
FANNY PERcIvAL.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
Observation-Disclosures

Caesar Alexander Shakewell, colOred
citizen of Bridgevile, owned no turkeys, and
his richer white neighbors had put theirs in
special security as Thanksgiving Day drew
near. Mrs. Shakewell kept nagginS Caesar
about n turkey until he determined TO have
one before another sun set, at any cost Ho
sat down before the fire in the twilight to
study out some plan of action on the import
ant question.
1t came to him quite readily, it appears, FOR
all at once he found himself carrying il ont.
He had noticed loose board on Col. Fair
groves back fence the day before. Tho Fair
groves were easy-going people, not much
given to hammer and nails, and they would
be sure to have turkey in Il coop in the
backyard getting ready for the annual feast.
Sure enough, the board fell of at the bid
ding of his brawny arm, and there in q pen
in the corner was the bird OF his hopes. Tho
Stats of his coop dropped before the same po-
tent force, as though they had been mere
Rawlings 1t was no trouble at oil TO TO tie
his legs, cover his body with all old bag and
slip quietly away with him. Once ut home
Caesar Alexander put him in n barrel and
laid heavy sticks of wood on the open top.
Then he called to his wife TO come and see
him and to quit "jorrin'" him about their
Thanksgiving dinner
She appeared, looked at the bird with eyes
like saucers, and then grew very grave.
"Whar did We git him" she asked, with
something like awe in her voice.
"Worked for i'm, o course" said her gen.
tie spouse, with sheer. "knowed all the
time dat was TO git i'm; but you had to hev
yer fill o. jorrin' and complainin' at me for Il
wuthless Niger. Knowed it was no use to
tell ye We wouldn't b'lieve me till h. come
Mrs Shakewell looked at her husband, a
fresh well of admiration springing up in her
heart He was a superior creature, TO loo
sure; she would never doubt it again.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

aAiary, perhaps the boy has been TO YOU"
At this moment the clock on the mantel
struck H. We listened to its strokes till the
last one died away. 81
1T is Thanksgiving morning, said my hus-
band, solemnly. t. he ~
Whei 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, 20 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 tho bitterness of a great
dread, the face, and smile, and voice made
almost 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 therservice
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 cultured But the day was real to him,
and / listened. A bit of Mrs. Bipwning's
music kept singing itself in my soul;
Ipraise thee while my days go on,
love thee while my days go on
Through dark and dearth through fire and frost,
With emptied arms and treasure lost
thank thee while my days go on. Ah.
think that did thank hini-I who, only
last year, had sat there with my boy be-
side me.
/ think that when the dear familiar words
flooded the church with harmony again, rs
on that other morning. and John and
clasped hands silently--I think we uttered
tho old, old cry; BLESSED be the name of the
Lord.n rflultti H4r
We stopped after church together where
the boy was lying, TO let May lay down her
little green wreath, and was glad that she
could do it calmly. Somehow felt as if
tears would be proclamation just then. Then
we went quietly home.
1t was happy home that day-as happy as
it could be when we did not see him. Yet
knew Inc was there. w -
odd you think should not be with you,
motherF'
heard it'cvcr and over; hear it'over and
over now / shall hear it when the next
Thanksgiving sum brightens his grave. He
wished usto be happy; know he was with
us. 1 think he always will be. q
- ELIZABETH STUAEr PHELPS.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19


The hen who was in favor of equal suffrage
said that after all there were compensations
i'm life. She still held her old views; but she
had learned a lesson in patience. Her dream
OF political equality would be realized; but
she must wait, and while she waited work as
well as talk. A very aged old bird of no par
ticular lineage cleared his throat just then.
AS he was generally silent, he commanded
great attention when he did speak. He said:
"You are getting on to the true philosophy of
life at last Agitation doesn't accomplish
half as much as people think it does The i'll
fiuences which really move tho world are
subtle. Your takers think they revolution
ize the WORLD but the real power comes from
higher, much higher" - and he subsidized
into silence.
The noted anarchist rooster had nothing at
all to say until his views were called for.
Even then he evaded it until corncrcd AMI
compelled to talk. Then he Strengthened up
and put on his old time, important manner
at is the beginning of the end, my friends, !"
he said. monsters like the Mikado die of
their own greed, They arc their own execu-
TONERS. Had he divided his abundance with
us we would all have had layer or so of the
fat which encumbercd him and brought him
10 BrlelS anu ne Hllbnu nave Deen awe to-day.
But, no--he must have the earth Nothing
was too much for him. We had to starve
that he might live. All of you can testify
that he lived upon the proceeds of your labor,
for you scratched and he came along just as
your bite was ready for your mouth and
snatched it from you, and YOU dared not say
your souls were your own"
"But what of the lady with the purcst blood
of Asia in her veins!" asked a dapper young
cock. al haven't seen her to-day"
"Nor have j, said a dozen voices Here
the cat spoke again. am sorry to say that
our fair friend has shared the Mikado's fate.
The chief cause of pride with her proved her
ruin. Her good blood gave her n fine figure,
and the people of this country are flesh-eat-
ing race. They have no scruples against eat
ing any of you who are so unfortunate as to
possess sweet, clean flesh So you see that it
is never safe TO boast"
ooh, dear; what n difficult and dangerous
w6ld to live in!' said all in one voice.
The old house dog, who was fond of Shakes
peare, came on the scene, shifted contemptll-
ously at the Mikado's bones, and said: "Alas!
he lived for self, and now none are so poor as
to do him reverence"
GERTRUDE GARRISON
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
THE ORIGIN OF. THANKSGIVING.

A Purely Puritan Festival of Rejoicing
Over Worldly Thtegs.
AS IL to resist the bitterness and sadness of
the failing year, the most genial and kindly
of all our festivals occurs ut the end Of No
vember. Its very name, Thanksgiving" be.
trays its pious brigham origin unmixed with
any prior tradition. The great Christian
festival of Christmas stretches backward to
yule logs and mistletoes, to Scandinavian and
Briton heathenry; nor does it lose by the
graceful, happy association. But Thanks
giving is purely Puritan. It is tho good,
warm heart conquering the tough head and
ascetic manner of the old pilgrims
In Elliott's HNew England History" you
may read that in 1923, after the harvest,
Governor Bradstreet sent out 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 oil
fell to and devoured the feast, thanking God
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

A young turkey, who was considered some
thing of crank because he wore glasses,
was greatly given to philosophy and meta
physics, had gone SO far as to lecture little
and was thinking of starting a newspaper,
here piped up: 1T is my opinion, friends,
that we are TO blame for our lack of success.
The Mikado is merely carrying out the
theories of tho new school of Boston thinkers
and the occultists of the east, which he has
dropped on, / verify believe, through my
teaching. He has a powerful will, 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 upinionated cat that had been
apparently sleeping OH fence post now had
word to say. you are very inexperienced
creatures When you have lived as long as
have (Which none of you are likely to do,
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 / will not here go into particulars,
but will entreat you not to be envious of the
Mikado. This is a very dramatic world The
man who is up to-day may be down to-mor-
row. Envy no ono. Perhaps Your hard lot
is better q 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 ct al. ."
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; 4
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 re-
frain from shedding tears, so deep was his
humiliation
The mistress of the lrouse, accompanied by
n friend, just then appeared on the other
side of the fence and the object of their at
tention seemed to be the Milsado. He wasn't
slow to show his appreciation of the dis
tinction, either He strutted and gobbled
in the most ponlpcus and self-gratulatory
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

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, ms he had said
before:
add you think should not be with you,
motherT'
And then missed him. called to him,
but he did not answer. stretched out my
arms to him, but he didsnot come back to
me. The room grew dark; my head swan;
tottered over to my husband.
"Oh, joint have lost himp
"Mary-why, Nary what is the matterr
and he caught me in his arms
looked up. / was not In theparlor 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
arms
II thought-oh, Johni Johnr' And then
told him all my dream. When had finished
be was still long time, then
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

GERTRUDE GARRISON.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

power he wuld rise some day, seize the
reins of government, and trample them all
under his feet III SO, / half excuse the
murder, though am too much of n Bud
dhist to sympathize with 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; il not in this life, in some
embodiment in the far future"
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19
THE SONG or THANKSGIVING

We're thankful for a host of things
Too numerous to mention;
For sweethearts true and hearts TO WOO,
And all things worth attention.
For all and everything that gives
Our lives so much Of pleasure
We offer thanks. Long may we taste
Thine overlooking measure.
The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-11-19

sfor the good world and the good things in
it.n
Think Of that little shivering band clustered
on the bitter edge of the continent. with the
future before them almost as dark as the
forest behind them, many OF them with such
long lines of happy memories in Old England
flashing across the sea into tie gloom of their
present position like CLEANS of ruddy freight
that stream far out of the cheerful chimney
into the cold winter highland think of the
same festival now, when our govern
ors and our president invite millions Of
people to return thanks to the great giver Of
harvests and the millions of people obeying,
sacrifice hecatombs of turkeys and pumpkins
ed pour out seas of cider and harmless wine