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Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1899-11-30
do COME QUICK. THE MINcE PIES ARE BURNING"

to the village. | hate to leave you,
though there isn't anything to hurt you.
will hurry back as quick as | can, and
you kindle a fire in the kitchen stove"
The child, dumb with astonishment,
could only gasp: "Yes'm." She stood
watching the resolute figure until it
was lost to view, and turned away with
shiver as she thought of the distance
to the village. She knew nothing of
the interview with Mr.. Stanton. She
understood, however, that only some
stern duty or pressing necessity could
take Aunt Sarah from home so late and
on such u stormy evening.
Notwithstanding her promise to re-
turn promptly, it was nearly two hours
before Aunt Sarah threw the doors of
her sitting-room invitingly open.
Come right in" she said, cheerily,
"every one of you, just as fast as you
can"
Susie Belle, who had fallen asleep
after Il weary watch, started at the
sound of Aunt Sarah's voice. She fell
| back a few steps and began to rub her
eyes. What could it mean? She was
surely dreaming. Pouring into the room
| were rough men and miserable,
drenched women, many of whom were
carrying small children.
"Here, child! These poor people have
had their homes washed away. Show
| the men into the kitchen while / get
| dry clothes for the women and chill
dren."
| And Aunt Sarah fell to emptying
| chests, drawers and wardrobes, utter
| ly regardless of her usually orderly
| habits. BY ten o'clock that night, 20
men, women and children had been
| warmed, bountifully fed and comfort
ably bedded.
| Aunt Sarah felt a strange lightness
| of heart as she and Susie Belle sought
| n hard bed in the attic. True, she was
| at first unmindful of His command; but
| had she not made generous atonement?
! Even the garments of her beloved dead,
which she had aired and treasured year
after year, were put into use that night.
\ dry sob arose in her throat as she
thought of "Jim's folks. Never
mind" she said to herself. "Perhaps
they will stay over Sunday. and | can
| tOOk lHtIH dHOtlltI IIIdllhSSlNI IIS tlil-
ncr'
Morning dawned clear. Aunt Sarah
and her willing little helper were up
betimes preparing breakfast for their
numerous visitors, and a right com
Portable one it was. Many of the way
farers set out carly to return to the
doomed town or to seek friends or rela-
tives in the country. Others fingered as
though they were too weary and fright
enCd from that terrible days experience
10 think of aught else Most of them
were Of the poorer class. One among
them, however, was a man Of kind and
gentle manners. who somehow won
Aunt &arah'S confidence at once. lie
did not ask many questions; but before
She realized what she was doing. she
had told him of the expected guests,
the disappointment and even the mort
gage.
4 little later Aunt Sarah was hOvering
about her relatives. explaining and
apologi2ing with tears in her eyes
"Waen't it grand of her to DO that?'
said Jim's wife. who proved to be a
plump. Lind little woman. Don't you
Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1899-11-30

sigh of satisfaction as she surveyed the
goodly store,
Here. Susie Belle" she said, filling
the child's hands with some of the
choicest cookies. Take these and eat
them. We've got enough for to-mor-
row. Let me see, Jim has five children.
Well, | want those little ones to have
real, old-fashioned dinner for once in
their lives. | don't believe they ever
had one out there in Missouri. Dear
me. how it does rain." she calculated; {;
'but I'm not mite afraid of its keep
ing Jim's folks at home. Once Jim sets
his head to do thing, he always would
have his way or die
And she settled back in her armchair
by the coZy sittingroOm fire "tO rest a
hit" after her hard days work.
Just as she was dreaming of a
Thanksgiving long ago when she and
Jim and her brothers and sisters popped
corn and roasted apples before the
great open fire, a loud knock caused her
to jump to her feet in alarm.
"Who on earth can be coming on such
an EVENING"" she muttered drowsily.
as she groped her way through the hall
to the door.
"Whv. Mr. Stanton. what has brought
Won mn here in such rain as this" She
| exclaimed in sunrise. Come rioht in. -
The cashier of the Newton bank
glanced down at his dripping mackin-
! Josh and mudyy boots then at the i'm
noculatc c:,, ,ota On tbe hail floor,
,No -,,aol Won Miss Sarah" he an
.,ye,1., ~ am in g. rreat hurry
IIa,.,,t Won hoard the nclysp The Cam
o+ Nyatertovvn has brol;ep. nearly all
| tba nIoce is submeroed esneciaIlv the
noorest ouarters near the factories,
| The neopla are h0ckiror To Newton in
| droyas Every hotel nrivate house and
uuhIic buiIdino is full and vet more are
coming, II is pitfanle to see them
drenched and sbiyerinp after walking
four miles in this dreadful rain. Many
| of them have had nothing to eat since
early morning. We are irving to find
| shelter for them in the nearest farm
houses. and thought. as YOU haven t
much family and considerable room
Won might accommodate a good mum
! her"
Aunt Sarah's ewes grew round and
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The turkey and the wild fowl. TO increase
the scanty fare:'
sour husbandry hath prospered, there is
corn enough for food
Though the pease be parched in blossom,
and the grain Indifferent good.
Who blessed the loaves and fishes for the
feast miraculous,
And fihed with oil the widows cruise, He
hath remembered US!
"Give thanks unto the Lord of Hosts, by
whom we all are fed
Who granted US our daily prayer: give
us our daily breadn
BY US and by our children let this day be
kept for aye,
In memory of His bounty. as the lands
Thanksgiving day"
Each brought his share of Indian meal the
pious feast to make.
with the fat deer from the forest and the
wid-fowl from the brake.
And chantcd hymn and prayer were raised
though eyes with tears were dim
1.-The Lord He hath remembered US, let US
remember Him.
Then Bradford stood up at their head and
lifted up his voice:
"The corn is gathered from the field, call
you to rejoice;
Thank God for all His mercies, from the
greatest to the least
Together have we tasted, friends, together
let US feast.
rThe Lord who led forth Israel was with
US in the waste:
Sometime in light, sometime in, cloud, be-
fore US He hath paced;
Now give Him thanks, and pray to Him
who holds US in His hand
To prosper US and make of this a strong
and mighty land!'
From Plymouth TO the Golden Gate, to-day
their children tread,
The merc!es of that bounteous Hand upon
the lard are shed:
The ''hocks are on a thousand hills" the
prairies wave with grain,
The cities spring like mushrooms now
where once was deSert-plain.
f3eap high the board with plenteous cheer
and gather to the feast,
And toast that sturdy Pilgrim band whose
courage never ceased
Give praise to that All-Gracious one by
whom their steps were led,
And thanks unto the harvest's Lord who
sends our daily bread
Alice Williams Brotherton, in Home
Queen.
s"Therc was great store of wilde turkies
Of which they took many beside vcLison.
The fcvlcrs had been sent out by
the governor that so they night-after a
special marncr-reiCice together after they
had gathered the fruits Of their labors. -
Palfrey's History Of New England.
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o. AllN Il SildIi utdt
with two tight tlaxen braids was thrust
hastily out of the kitchen window and
as precipitateIy withdrawn.
Aunt Sarah, who was evidently lost
in deep thought, gave such sudden
start that the great yellow pumpkin
she was lovingly caressing fell from
her arm.
We'll. | do declare." she exclaimed
reproachfully. as she FASTENED to re-
cover her treasure and turn her steps
towards the farm house. If things
haven't come to pretty pass, Sarah
Jane SmithCrs. You a woman Of 60,
and standing cut here dreaming like
some young girl, and leaving your mince
pies TO the mercy of child. But |
guess | ought to be excused this once,
things have come so terrible sudden
like. This time yesterday | was living
my old humdrum life, and not thinking
about making a Thanksgiving dinner.
| always said I'd have a big one when
got the mortgage paid and not be-
fore. But ! haven't seen one of my own
flesh and blood for 20 years. And to
think that Cousin Jim is coming and
bringing his wife and children"
BY this time She had reached the
kitchen: and breathlcssIy dcpositing
her burden upon the spotless table she
proceeded to open the oven door, whence
issued sayory odOr.
just one minute more. Susie Belle,
and these mince pies would have been
burnt to a crisp"
"Yes'm," replied Susie Belle, re-
spectfulIy, and with shade of awe
in her tone. That was the reason why
/ called you. | thought you had for
gotten"
1t was such an uncommon event for
thorough-goiug Aunt Sarah to forget
anything that the rather timid child
felt some hesitancy in alluding to so
fragrant a breach of the good woman S
strong point. Aunt Sarah colored
slightly, hut made no reply.
"Now, child. you fall TO work on this
pumpkin while | dress the turkey.
want to get everything pretty well
done up tomorrow so there won't be
much on hand when Jim's folks get
here"
Aunt Sarah was the last surviving
member of a large and prosperous
family. She lived alone with the eX-
ception of an orphan child of - years
AS one by one those whom she loved
and for whom she had cheerfully sacri-
feed her life, passed away, and she
had no animate object upon which to
Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1899-11-30

Washington. Nov. 24.-"Ycs," said
Admiral Dewey last night to report
er. II received the telegram from the
MAYOR of Chicago supplementing the
letter of the Dewey committee of that
city inviting me to visit that city on
May /, 1900. barring any unlocked
for circumstances | shall accept the
invitation to visit the city on May 1.
| have been thinking of some place in
which TO spend that day, the anniver-
sarv of the memorable day of two
wears before and | don't know of any
more agreeable city in which to spend
il than Chicago"
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Wasn't it lovely in the Jones to ask
us to eat Thanksgiving dinner with
thcm?"
II don't know; they waited so late ]
think they expected us to ask them
Chicago Daily News.
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Thanksgiving day makes even thi
dining-table turn ovc. a new leaf" and
spread ITSELF. A. w. Eullotin.
The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-12-08

of putting words together every time you
change yonr position. Anything can
do for you here, you know, just you
Write. I've got something for you for
Christmas"
She rose and went to another part of
the room and brought back hat trim
med with the white silk Of which her
mother had spoken to Het in the car.
"Try it on" said Lizzie. and she fitted
1t on her sisters head and regarded her
critically. You look real nice, Het, only
you're little pale, but that'll wear off
and don't you mind what people say:
just you send 'em to me-" rattling her
bangles menacingly. 1--WE made you
three dresses too. One of them wac to
be one of my wedding things, but
wanted you to have it. You must go out
there decent
Het smiled and nodded, fearful that
Lizzie should pity her.
Then they heard their mother on the
stairs. Lizzie flew to her machine.
"Shell go out this afternoon to say
goodby and fight for you" Lizzie whis-
pered loudly. ",Then Wen have a talk.
| want to tell you about Toms sister
She's rich-np in Harlem. They keep
man in swallowtail to wait on the ia
bic. suppose he couldn't do it If he
wore getaway. Politics! Toms in his
brother-inlaw's Office"
The machine whizzed and ratified as
the door opened and the mother came in.
From that time on to dinner, after
that, nearer and nearer to Het came the
old fever that had once possessed her
when she lived in these rooms. The two
years just past seemed far away. to re-
cede more and more until /. was almost
MS thon9h she had drea,nea them. The
sor'id lfe here appealed to her. though
it did aot appall her as it used to when
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The women at the house would be Gu
rious to see her. Lizzie would look up
from the sewing machine and say cas-
ual word as though there was nothing
unusual in the home coming, trying thus
to make her feel at ease, yet it would be
all lost on her. She should not care if
they called Thief! from the house tops.
Was she thinking? Could she think who
had tried 20 put thought back of her SO
many months? She would not dare to
think of Harry Ludlow. She had not
heard his name in two years till her
mother in the cars told her he had made
q fool of her. They We're separated irrev-
ocably. The past two years had done
that.
"Here we are" said her mother. They
were in front of the old house. Children
played on the steps; women gazed from
the windows.
Het ran the gantlet Of the eyes, her
mothers manner causing a modification
of the glances directed toward her. for
Mrs. Baldwin was well known in the
house as one who insisted upon that
modicum of respect without which NO
lady is satisfied.
A child in the hallway confronted
them.
Get out of the way. Alice" command
ed the elder woman. "Why, it must be
little Alice Thorn" said Het. Glow she
has grown" though she did not offer to
accost the child.
So they went up the stairs, the mother
overweighted by the luggage she carried
and of which she refused to be relieved.
AT the door of the third fight they stop.
ped From within came the whir of a
sewing machine.
"Open the door," commanded the pant
ing mother, unless you're too tired to do
it! Young people are so easily tired"
Het turned the knob and went in. A
young girl with an elaboration Of blond
couture and much befrillment Of gown
looked up.
"That you, Het?" she said. and that
was all. just as Het had expected it
would be. merry Christmas!"
The mother threw down her packages
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me side. They say he cooks for himself
He's always reading they say, when he's
not working, and he's getting patent fol
something or other. He's thinner than he
used to be. There. won't say another
word about him. You ought to be
ashamed"
Lizzie went to her machine again and
would have nothing more to say. Though
she glanced her sisters way now and
then, she saw her sitting there calm and
cool. her hands lying idly in her lap, her
eyes directed toward the window. As
the minutes wore on her anger rose
against Het. the one who had disgraced
them all and who, their mother said in
privacy, had by her act helped to hurry
their father to his grave.
When her mother returned, Het sud
denly developed deal Of alacrity and
was almost garrulous. She went round
the room tidying it up, Lizzie frowning
and clashing away at her machine.
Mother" Het said all at once. 81 be-
lieve I'll go out. I am going over the
old neighborhood. You know it will be
for the last time, and | want to see the
Christmas shops"
Lizzie muttered Her mothers lips
were pressed together.
But Het was quite gay as she pinned
on her hat.
You know l haven't seen anything for
two years. she said. "But III not get
lost"
Hope you'll enjoy it," her mother call
ed out angrly as she went out the door.
~ wouldn't" said Lizzie, "have Tom
Clark see her now-no, not for worlds"
But ilet had gone down the stairs In
the lower hail was the child she had no.
ticed on her way up.
"Alice," she said. don't you know me2
I'm Hetty, who used to give you mint
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There" she said, "mother's gone to
the grocery. Hct!" Her eyes were brim-
ming. She leaned over and kissed her
sister, and they never used to kiss.
Het looked up at her
Lizzie got down on the floor and rested
her arms across her sisters lap.
Say" she said, mother does CRATE,
doesn't she? She's just the same as ever.
But she means WELL Look how she's
going west with you tonight! But l
didn't dare to make any fuss while she
was here, though you don't think I've
forgotten you, do you, old girl? I've
thought of you every day. I've even had
words about you-with Tom, you know. -
'Tom?"
"Tom Clark"
ooh, yes"'
ave made him see as I d." Lizzie
went on. "At first he was little oflish
when he heard had sister where you
were, but that was before he got to lik-
ing me-"
Liking you'll" Het repeated in a per-
functory manner.
"Oh," said Lizzie, tossing her head
and playing with the rings on her fin
gers, there's no nonsense about us!
He thought I'd make good wife, and
I thought he'd make a good husband,
so we made a match Of It. Now he
thinks I'm the best of the kind, and he
can't get along day without seeing me.
know how to manage him. and We'll be
as happy as the days long. He's one Of
the men who think they know it all, you
know, and I don't let him think he
doesn't. Wait till you see him. Hes
promised to go to the station to see you
and mother off tonight. You'll like him.
Make believe you think l need good
deal of looking after, and he'll like you.
Het, maybe We'll come out to see you
when we're married. wonder if you'd
have time to show us around. You'll be
busy, l guess It's an awful bore for
you to learn couple of hundred new
words out there, for Of course the new
firm won't use the same words the firm
over here did. That's the worst of being
typist. You've got to learn new way
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and took off her bonnet and blew the dust
from it,
"Of course" she said, "you haven't
tended to the dinner, Lizzie?''
You seem to know" returned Lizzie
''All the same, l have, and the mince pie
too
We'll, we'll hurry and have dinner,
them, said the mother. "It's next to the
last meal I'll ever eat here for awhile
"How tragic" retorted Lizzie. You'll
be back inside Of a month, you know
you will. You couldn't leave this street if
you tried"
IF anything would make me want to
leave it" said her mother, ltd be your
impudence."
"No, it wouldn't" chirped Lizzie. hum
ming the words to popular tune. my
impotence, as you call 1t, would make
you want to stay to give it back to me-"
So they talked and talked, neither ad-
dressing herself to Het, who had taken
chair by the window, a chair she had sin
gled out, chair she remembered Of old.
She looked out at the muslin perspective
strung on tiers of lines from tall poles
1t was the same as it had always been.
She might have been from the house but
single day She was sure that was
Mrs. Days skirt. The edging was al
ways coming off Mrs. Days skirts.
There were II pairs of children's stock
ings on the Days line. When she went
away, there used to be only ten. How
the wind rocked the things! How the air
must be coming into the refectory at the
place she Lad lief, that morning! She
had always Hid the cool air as it swept
THROUGH the lefpctOry
Then she was aware that the machine
haa stopped. There was a scullying
oe}oss the floor, and Lizzie was beside
Aer.
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she aspired to something better and tried
to make her life good and wholesome and
thought that all was clear to her when
love came her way and showed her the
possibilities of her heart. She heard her
mother complaining of the hardships in
store for her, her courage giving way at
the last-her mother, who had certainly
borne great deal for her and who was
going out into the new life-tO watch
her. Her mother was doing her part;
Lizzie was doing her part; she herself.
who had made all the trouble was doing
nothing. She had eaten what was placed
before her, assisted in clearing the table.
Then her mother said she must go and
say farewell to the women of the house
Lizzie ratified at her machine, shrieking
out words above the noise.
"Your train doesn't leave till 1O!" she
shrilled. You'll have time to get &C.
quainted with Tom. Het, you always
could Guido me when it came TO talking.
Lay it on thick with Tom. Use all your
big words. If you could manage to get
in Il little French, he'd talk about it for
week. I've sprung 'distangy' on him
and Chick SO don't use them"
Her tongue wagged fast, and Het lis
tened, but all the time the fever was
gaining on her. For the first time in two
years she was letting her heart ache.
Why should her mother leave the home
she chung to, and why should Lizzie wish
to have Tom conciliated? And yet-"a
willing sacrificed" Those were the words
of the pretty girl in the car. She wonder
ed If that sweet young thing were not ut
this minute telling her papa" about
chin"
INV Io<3
lieve you're listening to solitary thing
I'm saying, and here I've been telling
/ you about Toms not telling me what he's
got for me for tomorrow and his sister
and the way her house is furnished I've
been there, and she's not at all stuck up
l hope mother will take her all right
Wait! There. I'm done with you. you
troublesome thing!' addressing the gar
ment which she pulled from under the
machine needle. She came over to her
sister.
"Het," she said solicitously, you'll
write once week, won't you? My. what
fun you'll have with mother. Won't she
fight the new people? People here scarce
ly fight with her any more, but she'll give
the new ones chance"
"Lizzie," said Het 81 want you to tell
me about Harry Ludlow"
A furious red leaped into Lizzie's cheek.
'Oh, Het!'' she cried.
rs he getting along well?" asked Het.
DO you ever see him?'
'He's invented something in electrici
ty," sullenly answered Lizzie. Hell be
rich. You gave him up. He didn't give
you up. run across him once in awhile.
He always speaks. He's got room down
near Morgans factory in that house at
Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-01

Mountain House Coal, Trail Creek,
Mont.
Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-01
). II. Morse, Wanted In Salt
Lake, Arrested.
SALT LAKE CHIEF COMING
SAID to Have Victimized the Pro-
prietor of the Kenyon Hotel
in Salt Lake,

>. ii. Morse. who is also known in Salt
Lake City as Livingston. and somewhere
else as Mott. was arrested yesterday
afternoon by Special Officer Charles RAY.
and is in jail awaiting the coming of
Chlef OF Police Hilton of Salt AXE City.
by whom he is wanted because of a con-
fldence game which he succeeded in play
ing on a Salt Lake hotel keeper. with
results somewhat Instantaneous fnan-
cially to the hotel man.
According to the story of Messrs.
StockWell and Pratt. two travelling sales
men, Morse was stopping at the Kenyon
motel about a week ago, where he was
known as Livingston. He represented
that ne was the agent of some big bridge
concern. and was living in a style in
keeping with his pretended position.
hen his cash got low he succeeded in
lnduclng the proprietor Of the hotel to
cash what purnorted to be a certified
check on a Denver bank for $50. Then he
disappeared. and a few days later the
proprietor of the hotel was notified that
be necessary for him to pay protest fees.
When Pratt and Stockwell arrived
from Salt Lake City a few days ago they
found Morse. or Livingston. at the Butte
hotel; and. knowing he was wanted by
the chef Of police Of Salt Lake City. tele-
graphed that official. In reply Chief La
velle received a request to have Morse
arrested and held until the Salt Lake
City chief could come and get him.
a young man named Montgomery. who
has been with Morse much Of late. was
also arrested last night and will be de-
tanned until something more can be
learned concerning him.
Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-01
THE RACES.

The new race track near the old Attn
letic park opened yesterday with a very
slim attendance, most OF those present
being ladies. who We're admitted free.
The people of the city take less interest
in horse racing this year than ever be-
fore and it would require some mighty
good race horses to bring out a cfowd
such as ]frequented the track in the old
days. Several races were run yesterday
by local horses, but the betting was very
light,
Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-01

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