The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1894-11-23
ONE THANKSGIVING
PROCLAMATION.

1t happened long time ago. Once
In a great while some one Oh the oldest
inhabitants, in exploring the chambers
of hi, memory, brin rs it from some
hidden corner-dusty. covered with
cobwebi, and gray with age brushes
it up, and tries to estore its oldtime
WITNESS to crafty the curiosity OF an
indispensable grandchild who wants TO
hear a story" 1t happened away back
in the East.
The tall dignified man with iron
gray hair and beard, with clothes OF
irreproachable cut, and a general air
of culture and self-possession about
him, who sat looking somewhat wearily
out of the car window, was travelling
on an Eastern railway. He had been
"out Yves" merely on visit
1t was raw, chilly day in Novem
Der, and the sky was overcast with
clouds. However much one may re-
we're Emerson, Bunkec Hill Monument,
the Charter Oak, the old mill at New
port, and the memory of the Pilgrim
'athers there is seldom anything at
tracti1e in New England landscape
in November, and it i; no wonder the
sun himself often gets tired Of look
ing at it, puts ell of clouds over his
face, and hastens on to the golden
West.
The elderly. dignifed traveller soon
wearied the bleak landscape flying
past He took PAPER from his pock-
ct opened it, and began to read.
There was an article on the editorial
page, written in the edit RS ablest and
most pessimistic vein, that attracted
his attention The country-so the
editor said-wa3 going to the dogs.
Crops had been a failure. The national
finances were at a low ebb. The state
WAS misgoverned. 1t had been year
of failure, and the editor could see no
ray OF hope ahead.
1t was small satisfaction to the tray
eler to note that the paper was nearly
a week old. Ii things were so desper-
ate as they appeared to be they surely
could not have improved much in one
week. He laid the paper on his knee,
took from his pocket memorandum
book, wrote rapidly in it for some
minutes bordering awhile, looked
over what he had written, added rew
w rds. replaced the book in his pock-
ct, and bowed his head in reverie.
"Travelin fur, miSter?"
The voice that disturbed him was
that of iank ind .vidual on the seat
in 'front.'
u am on my way to the state CAPT
tai he replied courteously.
"On bu iness, mebby?" hazarded the
in luisitive maa.
ice elderly traveller did not reply.
Tie ad la sed into reverie again.
ANY thing p'tickler on your mind?"
why sir, and an nus, d SIN le lit
up for moment the ser.oui, preoccu-
pied face of the gray-haired man. 81
have been wondering if there is really
any hing to be thankful for this
year.
Anything to te thankful fur. Land
o. goodness Ameriea IAN, amt ye?'
"Yes."
an good health?"
Fairly"
Alive, anyhow, amt ye?"
Unquestionably. But look at this
artic e. an he handed him the paper
he had been reading.
"Ya-as, said the other, as he slowly
ran his eye down the column. Il saw
that day fore yistedy. 1t don't amount
to nuthln'."
1T is one of the ablest pa ers pub
lished in the State" /
"Tas.
And / published at the capital"
That don t Gu no fgger It's an
oppo ition sheet Why, look h'yerl
B'lie Sc In God, d mt ye."
"Yes," reverently replied the elder
ly traveller.
AN the promise that all things i
shall work together fur good to his
childre T."
"Yes"
What might be yer name?"
"My name s Hendrickson.
"Wny, you're -
Crash.
Without a moments warning the
train in rounding a curve had dashed
into wild ireight-train coming from
the opposite direction.
The visible effects OF q railway dis
aster were not disposed of as quickly
then as now, but the accident had hap
pened within few miles of the cap
ital, and a relief train was quickly dis
patch d to the scene.
Ter d n hands cared for the wounded
and dying, and the lifeless remains of
those VIII Sc eyes had closed forever on
/ is world were gathered up for trans
mission to friends.
Down at the bottom Of a heap Of
broken timbers in the wrecked car at
the foot of the embanknent they found
an elderly, era, haired traveller, awe
but insensible.
Later In the day ne opened his eyes.
He wse I'm his own homo In the capital
city. A weet-faced matrca was bend
Ing OYER him.