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The times., 1897-07-29
A BATTLE OF sLuGGERs.
Giants Begin the Work, But the
Spiders Wind 1t Up.

Cleveland, July 2S.-New York ham
niered Young all over the lot in the first
inning, but after the second Cleveland's
premier pitcher proved invincible, while
Seymour proved an easy thing Score:
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THE COLTS POOR FIELDING.
They Outbat the Reds, But Make
Several Bad Errors.

Chicago, July 28.-Miserable fielding lost
today's game for the Colts. Not one OF
the Reds runs Were earned. Irwin was
the star performer for the visitors, accept
ing eleven chan ces without an error.
cnnra
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SENATOR'S POOR SHOWING
The Champions Have No Trouble
in Beating Them Out.
REILLY THE CHIEF SINNER

The Game Close Until the Seventh,
When the Orioles Made Seven
Unearned Runs-Stupid Base Run
ming Kept Down the Score Of the
Statesmen.
The times., 1897-07-29
FOR HIRE.

FOX HIRE-To orummers and business
men, horse and buggy or Dayton. -
per day, and special pTces for pleasure
driving Apply to the REX STABLES
rear 61o st. aa /, Telephone Call. los.
apSo-gI ]
The times., 1897-07-29

That complete de.
spondency or utter
d e spair of living
which comes over
women who suffer
from the peculiar
weakness of their
sex, is one Of the
most horrible symp~
toms. The entire
nervous system and
the mind are so af<
fected that there
seems to be nothing
in life worth living
for. A woman 8
whole outlook upon
life is darkened by
The times., 1897-07-29
THE PH1LLIEs WIN TWO.
They Outbat and Ontfield the
Pittsburg Pirates.

Pittsburg, July 2a.-The Pittsburg and
Philadelphia teams played two games to-
day. The visitors by outbatting and out
fielding the locals took both. Which were
featureless. Score:
The times., 1897-07-29

Earnedruns Pittsbnrg, l; Philadelphia, f..
Iwo-base hits Padien, DOwd, LaJoie.
Ihree-b base hit-Dayis. Double pla VS.
Hoffmeister, Padden, and Davis; Padden,
Ely, and Davis. Strhck out BY Killen, l !;
by Taylor, 2. Umpire Mr.. Emslic. At
tendance Il 500. Time of game hours.
The times., 1897-07-29
rosIurkICk NOTICE.
Transatlantic Mails.

Should be read daily, as changes may
occur at any time.
Foreign mails for the week ending July
81 close promptly at this office as follows:
The times., 1897-07-29
No Eastern Learue Games.

Buffalo, July 2s-No Eastern League
games were played today on account OF
rain
The times., 1897-07-29
BRookLYN,s EASY VICTORY.
Fisher Pitched Good Ball aud Was
Well. Supported.

Louisville, Ky, July 2S.-Fraser was hit
hard all the time, and besides, was wild
in the last inning. Fisher pitched good ball
and was well supported Score:
The times., 1897-07-29
Been in?

Have you been in for your
Suit yet? Thousands have.
Half price is a great mag
net. You' II never see men S
and boys clothing at these
prices again.
The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-11-19
A DINNER IN FLORIDA
SHOOTING ON AN OLD ABANDONED
PLANTATION.
Wild Turkey For Thanksgiving Repast.
Daddy Paddy as a Guide and Cook.
Game That Is Fast Passing Away-Two
Good Shots.
Copyright. 1897. by the Author.l

ICOpyrlght 1917, by the AulHOr.I
The first Thanksgiving l ever passed
away from home found me encamped on
the banks of Blue spring, about 100 miles
from the mouth of the ST. Johns river, in
the midst of wild orange grove.
/ was then, as now, an enthusiastic
hunter, and soon after had pitched my
The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-11-19

mase'f, him done spwile befo' me eat UNI
up"
Daddy was famous cook in the heyday
of the old plantations glory and he soon
proved to me that his prestige had not
suffered, despite his 90 years. Scooping
an oven out of clay bank he dressed the
gobbler and placed him therein on bed
of glowing Goals and watched over and
basted him so assiduously that am ready
to aver that no dinner that day in all
Florida was better cooked or eaten with q
greater relish. We had baked potatoes,
Irish and sweet, turnips and celery, where
with to garnish the bird, oranges from our
own trees and tobacco to smoke that had
ordered expressly by the last boat from
down the river.
"Dis all rumminds me, murmured
Daddy contentedly 1--WE didn' useter hab
no T'anksgibin in ole slabery times, sab.
Chris 'mus-dat de season when de turkey
futtah, sab. But it am all de same, how
somebber. Tank de Lawd, we uns hab
huff toe eat TO once shorely. An may de
good Lawd presarb we uns toe emily de
Christmas comm an mex we uns lucky
huff toe fin dem Turkeys a-runnin vile in
de hammick. An don yo' forgit, ma boy,
dat eff it want fer de ole man yo' no hab
turkey TO- dinnah No sab, no Daddy,
no gobblah dom forgit dat"
FRED A. ODER.
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there was the boy, and Harry couldn't af-
ford to board him out, and so Essie had to
take care of him. And she did. And she
grew to love him SO that her whole soul
was bound up in him. And Harry, he
hated that boys father, and instead of low
ing the child used to be all the time look
ing for the fathers traits in him. And
then he began to get jealous of the child;
not that he loved Essie so much-he never
loved anybody but himself. And the
more he saw Essie cared for the child the
more he let it be seen he didn't care for
him.
she didn't strike him-oh, no, Harry
Farnsworth didn't strike him-but his
every look and word was blow for the
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sensitive little creature He never praised
the poor dear for anything he did, let him
try ever so hard to please him; he never
smoothed his hair or patted his cheek or
gave him kind word or any other word
Sometimes he'd look at him with his big
eyes so like wolf that the boy would
have to run crying out of the room, and
then he'd sneer at him for bawl baby.
Because the boy loved birds and flowers
and all outdoors he called him a girl baby,
and because he was delicate and little
thing made him feverish he called him o
humbug. But, oh, how dear the child was
to Essie! How she loved him She would sit
with her arms round him in the twilight
when Harry was off driving his fast horses
or doing nobody knows what, and feel the
child's dear little head on her heart, and
lay her cheek on his and love him so or
lie down beside him at night and feel his
arms round her neck, and his dear breath
on her face, and his soft, sweet kisses, and
1t was joy and a comfort to her-Hary
taking his pleasure somewhere else-and
all the Joy and comfort she had anyway.
And she would feel she could endure the
one as long as she had the other, though
no child, if he was one of the angels, will
make up to a wife for her husbands neg
lect of her. And she used to look for
ward to the child's growing up and grow
ing into all she wanted him to be, and her
having him and his love when she was old
and it was about all she Lad to look for
ward to, and goodness knows she hasn't
much to look backward on, for her whole
The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-11-19
DAVE BARKER'S TURKEYS.
They Were Won by a Neck on the Pizen
Creek Trail.

They Were Won by Neck on the Pizen
Greek Trail.
Zone time when / was hung felt reel
offended, A" Rubberneck Bill said reflective
ly as he deftly shot the cork into bottle
Of pepper sauce on q shelf in Pizen Creeks
general store and promptly settled for the
damages. "It wasn't the bein hung that
hurt my feelin's, but it was the way the
thing was DONE don't mind bein hung
now an then when there's reasonable
excuse fer my doin jig step on the at
mosfeer, but when men treats me as Dave
Barker an One Eyed Eddie done that
Thanksgivin day three years ago kicks,
an kicks powerful hard.
"Ye see, am ridin along the Pizen
Creek trail when sees Dave an Eddie
ahead talkin about me. Known Dave
well, never thinks o. plannin fer a gun
play, an consistently this yere Barker gifts
the drop on me.
what's stampedin ye, Dave?' says 1,
hands up.
oh, nothin much, he says quietly.
Il been tellin this yere stranger One Eyed
Eddie, about yer havin a rubber neck
that's proof lin hangin, an he bets me
this brace o. wild turkeys ag in rifle that
yer blamed neck amt no better in hang
in bee than any other old neck. Bein a
dead game sport, have Token him up.
Git down often yer hoss
What fer?' says /.
What fera' repeats he, surprised like.
What ferp Why, We derned fool, I'm jest
goin to win them turkeys. Ye don't mind
bein hung few minutes, do YEP
Il like yer gall, says /. OF course 1
minds bein hung few minutes 1t lanes
my neck.
TOO bad, he says, sorrowful like, too
bad we don't like it, Bill, but I've gotter
win them Thanksgivin turkeys. Do 1
win 'em, er do 1 not?' says he, pokin his
gun into my eye.
'Ye do, Dave, We suttenly do, says I.
can he did, dern himl They strings
me up, an rs am alive an kickin-spe-
cially kickin-half an hour later Eddie
pays the bet
but 1t was derned shame, boys"
Rubberneck Bill said plaintively. "Dave
tried TO square himself by invitin me to
his Thanksgivin dinner, but 1t was only
rubin 1t in. What could do in an eatin
match az in two fat turkeys when had a
hull foot o. sore throat?" k. H. k.
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giving dinner, nerved me for q supreme
effort, and, quieting my trembling hands,
by q mighty effort Of win power again
essayed look at the game, holding my gun
ready to fire the very second my head APP
peared above the grass
Yes, there they were, still feeding on
the burn, as yet unconscious of my pres
ence. But just as / ran my eye along the
brown barrel Of my trusty gun the old
gobbler raised his head, and his bright eye
caught glimpse Of CANCER. Too late,
however Just as those FURNISHED wings
were spread for flight puff of smoke told
of the danger lurking behind that clump
of grass and palmetto. The proud head
fell to the ground, and the glorious bird
lay sprawling, with its quivering wings
Outstretched.
His flock did not wait to see what the
matter was but were off at once, beating
the air with vibrant wings, but not before
q second shot from the second barrel had
sent the rear bird of the flock tumbling to
earth, ruf1led heap of glistening feath-
ers, not ten yards distant from its slaugh-
tered mate
"Hurrah!' shouted, leaping forth in
great excitement, but not forgetting to
eject the empty shells from my gun and
slip in two loaded ones as i ran along.
"There he is, Daddy; there s our Thanks
giving dinner. The biggest turkey In
Florida, I'll bet dollar. Thirty pounds
if he is an ounce. And there's hen, too.
Both of IN dead as nailsP'
"Didn' me done tole yo' SOP Didn' me
said dab Turkeys on de buhn?" demanded
the old negro as he hobbled up fast as his
shaking limbs could carry him.
$50 you did, Daddy; so you did. If it
hadn't been for you I'd never have seen
them. You've got great head, Daddy,
sure enough"
"Jes so, jes so, ma boy. Me done tole
yo' So And the old man wagged his
woolly head sagely and chuckled to him
self He insisted upon 'toting" the hen
turkey, while carried the gobbler and
we both were tired when we reached his
garden and my camp. We had long dis
pute about the division of the spoils, each
one insisting that the other was entitled
to the larger bird. 1t was finally decided
that we would 'bwile" the hen and roast
the gobbler and that Daddy Paddy should
have all he wanted Of either or BOTH
"Dat am de bes' way" he shrewdly OBJ
served, $50 eff me hab whole turkey toe
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what Ss? And then there's this house
It's mine Aunt Gertrude left me trife
Of money for my name, and put it out
1T interest, and in 20 years it bought me
this house, this garden, this little orchard
Of peach and pear and plum and apple
trees, this pasture, this COW and this
grapevine. And I've got what had be-
fore to live on and little for the poor
couldn't have done that If I'd married.
Yes, used to think it hard times when
Geoffrey Masters led me such dance,
making my heart beat so was afraid he'd
see it, and then going away the Lord
knows where without a word when I'd all
but made up my mind to marry him. But
I'm sure 1t was q merciful escape.
eyes, those were cruel days. Don't tell
me about old foolsl There's no fool like
. young fool! And that man made me
suffer once. Yes, he did. 1t gives me a
sinking now to remember the nights 1
used to watch for him and he didn't come
never could bear to look at the stars on
clear winters night sincel Humph-
yes-well, we do outgrow things, If we
live long enough, and that's q reason for
thanksgiving, I'm sure. Yes, I'm an old
maid, and I'm thankful for it, I've often
said I wouldn't marry the best man liv-
ing; wouldn't marry the pope of Rome
himself If he was to ask me. I'm my
own property, and everything about me is
my own, and / can give away dollar
without asking. Jane can't Look at
Jane-she can't say her souls her own.
Ard yet when she was at home che used
70 rule all the rest of us children with a
rod of iron. And now she say to Jared,
Dear, think I'll go down town today
IL you'll let me have the hose And he
says: Cant have the horse. What you
want down town. Always gadding
Place for voman's home-enough to dc
at home. Stay ut home' And she's staid
1t home till everyshing's so blue she can't
see it. People thought Jane was doing
great things wh,r, she married Jared
splendid farm, wood lots, bank stock
horse and chaise ard herd of Jerseys
and she's never had cent to spend from
that day to this, for he took what belonged
to her and locked it up with his for TIL
children. / don't suppose she could get !
If she made row, but nobody wants no
water all the time, and she wears Gallo
and wear alpaca, and / don't know tn
day she's had new bonnet
"And look at Essie--just the sweetest
softest hearted girl that ever lived an,
she's never had any children of her owl
except the little girl that died, and She
longed for them, and her arms have ache
for theg and she'd give half her life 70
snothef--though that's not saying much
for she don t value her life straw--an
she's married to Harry Farnsworth. An
Ais sister, a widow with one child-a littl
speel out of heaven II ever there was on
came home one day and died. An
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pantry and seized the pie and hurryinQ to
the door opened IL and thrust out the pie
into the night, crying: "There It's the
last onel Take It'll"
81 don't want your pie, Trudy," said
deep voice rom the darkness, and a hand
laid hold Of her own as she started back,
and stalwart form came into the beam
of light and mou9ted the step and entered
the door and closed il behind him. "I
don't want your pie, Trudy, want You. -
"Geoffrey! Godfrey Masters!'' she cried
in fainting voice, and caught his arm
for support an instant "I-I didn't know
you'll didn't expect
mo" he said, II don't believe Won did.
Nobody did. | didn't myself / didn't
suppos mysolf I'd ever see you again ;"
And he led her in and seated her in the
chair she had just left and took another
opposite.
"Where did you come from, GeoffreyY"
stammered Miss Trudy, when she could
speak.
Nowhere" said Godfrey.
"And where are you going9" she re-
sumed, after a little.
Nowhere" he replied again.
"The fact Is, Trudy," he said presently.
after warming his hands at the blaze and
quite as if they had parted yesterday. ~
haven't been very lucky. went away in
pursuit Of pastime. 1 haven't caught up
with her yet. I'm back after 20 wears of
1t, tired out, without dollar in my peck
ct or any clothes but these l stand in.
And looked at the old house that had
strangers in 1t and l looked at the old
graves that held all my people and I
wasn't going to become q tramp, and
fhara hiY,s. loft e..
out here. And / saw this light and came
this way, didn't know why, and looked
in the window and saw you You haven It
changed much in these % years, Trudy.
I'd have known you anywhere-the same
old rose in your cheek, the same soft fire
in your eye. I've been looking at you this
last hour and it's all been rushing over
me, the things I'd half objectionable old
evenings under the stars, the old DAVIS
upon the river. What cursed fool was
to go after fortune and leave you'll"
"Well," said Miss Trudy, not without
some hesitation, "well, you've come back. f"
Eyes, I've come back" And there was
another brief silence.
"Geoff," said Miss Trudy then, "what
sort of life have you led since you've been
gomez"
"About the average Nothing much
amiss Nothing at all to my credit"
"Have you married?''
"No. There was always just enough
remembrance of you to hinder"
FLOWS your temperp''
"Same as ever.'
EASY go luckyp'
perhaps So"
"You always We're spendthrift," said
Miss Trudy."
''When had money to spend, maybe.
"Not likely to be now then," said Miss
Trudy, half to herself However, one
Jaired in a family's enough and to spare.
I suppose" she added presently, "that
you've had so much roaming you'd be
glad to stay at homer
"Glad!' with q tone that somehow found
her heart.
"And you don't care for Fast horses and
their companionsp"
Don't know whether do or not. Never
drove one. Fancy / like boat BEST
eyes. One Harry Farnsworth's too
many in family" And then there was
another silence.
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MISS TRUDY'S VIEWS
A THANKSGIVING STORY BY HARRIET PRES
COTT SPOFFORD.
(copyright, 1897, by the Author.]

copyright. 1897 by the Author.l
The long wire of the doorbell was still
vibrating when Miss Trudy, a woman of
quick motions, shut the front door to
which she had been summoned by a
Thanksgiving beggar, having run there at
once, with pie out of the batch she al
ways baked to give away on Thanksgiv-
ing She did not know who the person
was, but the person evidently knew her
and said: "Thank you, Miss Trudy. This
pie gives both of us reason for thanksgiv-
1ng-me that I've got it, you that you can
give II"
"Humphl' said Miss Trudy. eff
hadn't any better reason than that for
thanksgiving, shouldn't say much about
It. >" And then she went back to her pref
~ little sitting room, its blazing fire and
rugs and rocking chair, its peacock feath-
ers and fruits and the great fragrant lem
ON tree that she had raised herself from q
reed. She sat down before the fire and
formed back the skirt of her gown over her
knees, showing, had there been any one
to see, foot still delicate and pretty as
when Godfrey Masters used to pull on it's
0vershoe-dear, dear, how many years
ago! yes" said Miss Trudy to herself,
II should say had some better reasons for
thanksgiving than just that l can give
sway squash and mince pies, though that Is
. good deal. I've reason to thank the Lord
Tor whole procession of blessings. Yes,
and the first and cheapest of them all is
1hat I'm q single woman and my own
master / can turr round without any
body's leave, and there's no man here
sluttering up If that isn't blessing,
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cutlery Of surprise and question, and o few
solemn moments of low spoken words,
and another bustling noise Of adieus, and
Miss Trudy stepped outdoors after the
minister and his wife moment to look at
the stars in the clear wintry sky. eff
you'd just as lief, call into James or Loui-
sa's as you go by" exclaimed Miss Trudy
after the departing pair, "and say you
guessed I'd done about as well as the 9th
ers, after oil" And then Geoff drew her
in and shut and bolted the door.
do you know" remarked Miss Trudy,
looking up from her knitting as she sat
by her husbands side little later and
after he had put fresh coal upon the fire
"do you know / somehow feel as IL 1
were 20 years old again, Geoff, and you
were 20. We've got a great deal to DO
thankful for, haven't WEI Tomorrow's
Thanksgiving day. Did you know itS
Humph-well--yes- don't see that I've
got better reason for thanksgiving than
that you've come home, Geoff, and I've
married you'll"
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"Do you drink" said she, gazing stead
lily into the fire.
"About as much as you do I suppose.
I like brandy in my mince pies, though"
And then there came a laugh into his
eyes, and he leaned forward and tilted up
her chin. "Look at me, Trudy," said he.
"Do you mean to take me, after alla"
II don't know but 1 do, Geoff," said
she. II guess 1 should do as well as the
others have done If did. And, my good
ness, there's the minister I'd most forgot.
He always comes for his chickens and
tarts the night before Thanksgiving.
"Then take me now" said Geoff. "I've
got nothing I'm nobody, but we might
be happy yet"
"With sort Of afternoon happiness"
said Miss Trudy, swallowing q sob.
"We can go down hill together. Here's
my purse Quicki You'll have to lay
the minister"
And then there was bustling noise Of
welcome as the minister and his wife came
In for their customary basketful, and an
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THANKSGIVING d. !
THE NATIONAL FESTIVAL, ITS ROOT
AND 4USAGES.
Its Evolution From an Austere Occasion
to One of JOY md Innocent Pleasure.
The symbol and Drowning JOY OF tle
Feast.
copyright. 1897, by the Author

The American Thanksgiving festival
which has become such a national insJi u
ton, has its root in ancient traditions add
usages of religious character The New
England Puritans, who felt their most
congenial inspiration In the Old Tesla
ment naturally sought in Hebraic sug-
gestions, rather than those of other Peoples
the special forms which they We're inclined
to follow. So il is that we find i'm the
Hebrew Feast of the Tabernacles, which
embodied the thank Offering for the au-
tunnal ingathering of the fruits of the
year, the most natural source of the Puritan
feast which was alike religious and social
in conception. Indeed DIR. Cotton Mather
in one of the most famous of his sermons
expressly draws the close parallel with
fervid JUNCTION.
Yet it was widely divergent. The old
Hebrews kept up the autumn feast for
seven days, ending with an eighth In
which they gave way to unbounded joy
and frisked with an extravaganza which
would have been frowned on at any other
season. We can hardly fancy this sensuous
exuberance in connection with the Puri-
tan feast The iron handed, hard headed,
thrifty souls who colonized New England
found one day fully sufficient to spare
from the productive use of their time even
ut season when the need of work was
far less pressing.
One can imagine an occasion of this
kind two centuries ago. The religious
idea lay at the base of it all, and sermons
two or three hours long before dinner
must have given the feast delicious
smack and gusto with the sauce of hunger.
Then how the young folks must have
quivered in the midriff while the half
hours grace still held them on the tenter-
hooks, as they snuffed the rich odors
which lifted like incense from the unaccus
toned delicacies. The spiritual exercita-