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The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1902-09-24
BoNDsl BoNDsl BONDS.

If you want a bond made on
short notice see Cochran Bros.
They represent the American
Bonding & Trust Co. of Baltimore,
Nd, and can make your bond here
at home. 242 st
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LOCAL NEWS.

Mr. Robert Gray is in from his
claim near Genet o. t.
A. w. Frederick is quite ill at
his home in this city.
Health and accident policies
written by Cochran Bros. 242 3
A. E. Ross. of Chandler. shook
hands with friends here yesterday.
O. A. Humphrey, of Oklahoma
City, is in Chickasha today on bus
iness.
Little yerna Plice is slowly re-
covered from a month S seige of
illness.
We will go your bond. Ameri-
can Bonding & Trust Co. Cochran
Bros, Agents. 242 St
Miss Kate Remington has delin-
ed the invitation to be Maid of
Honor at the carnival.
Miss Mary Oharlestan of Leaven-
worth Kansas. is the guest of her
sister, Mrs. Bertha Rowand.
S, A. Moore has returned from
Horton, Kansas, and has accepted
a position at the Rock Island
machine shops.
Wanted-A girl tor general
housework. Apply at 6l2 Chicka-
sha ave. DR.. Chas. p. Brown.
236 If
Mr.. T. G. Gambler of Fort Worth
Texas spent Sunday in Chickasha,
the guest OF his brother, O.E. Can
dlcr and family.
Mrs. Jarrett and children, Of
Marshalltown, Ia, who have beer
visiting at Lawton, passed through
Chickasha en- roate home yester
day.
Ben Hudgins, the dairyman, hai
a 9-pound youngster at his home,
boy, born last night. Ben ought t
bring that kid up in good shape
he owns a dairy.
Miss Dana Csndler, a pretty
young lady from Fort Worth Tex
arrived in the city today on an ex'
tended visit to DR.. and Mrs. G. d
Gambler.
"UncleD Jimmie Jones, who
lives five miles east of Anadarko o
was IN the city today buying goods
M. Jones has lived near the Ana
darko townsite since 1862 and re-
lates some interesting and stirring
stories about the early days in thil
section. He says crop conditions
are good out about Anadarko.
The Chickasaw legislature has
adjourned until Monday, September
/
20. This body has done but very
little business during the past
week. Mart Cheadle was appoint
ed superintendent of public in
structlon by Governor Mosely
The senate confirmed the appoint
ment.-Ardmorite.
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CURES A COLD IN ONE DAY
Take Lexative Bromo Quinine
Tablets. All druggists refund the
money If 1t fails to cure +. W.
Groves signature is on each box.
25c.
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>ohhES'lD1zhc 81:
"a Thanksgiving Story<
Dy Aon,s AamslxeN OooneM.

ND = and Johns
folks, Phineas 2"
Amelia Quimby's S
breath failed at
4, IJo
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doubt true that the first vital element in book the au
thors personality The soul that understands the mind that ad
usts the that the heart that feels the nexpicabe
binaon OF all these that aan result different from that OF
of the partee constitute radiant morning. evening
light which beauties the objects and the
world Of Adam and Eve when the earth
the world of vantage above the
croWda point whence observed only the individual but the
shape and tendency of the hong with gmpses its
starting and destination The second life element is OF
the subject Of the book the object which the light falls the
balcony from which the spectator leans the neveendn stream
of humanity, the procession Of the nights and days
BOOKS LIVE BECAUSE THE AUTHOR HAD SUFFI-
GENT OF THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS IN HIS
COMPOSITION TO WIN FRIENDS FOR HIMSELF, for it is
his real character the thing which buys Immortality the palpi
tang ewess which feel hear and understand when
the body before natural No circumstance add
thing to this personality growth take anything from
the opportunity for growth This table which write
simply table Decoration extension may make better
table, damage make but remains table and
even the world be persuaded into believing harp the m
disappears and the DID, indesucbe fact its
ural sway.
WHAT MAKES THE AUTHOR IS THE POWER TO EN-
TER INTO, UNDERSTAND AND UTTER OTHER LIVES AS
WELL AS HIS OWN He may understand group people,
nation the world time, eternity and divinity
than his life Actual experience of knowledge
among several but likely be the least important because
least beautiful Nature is wise waste the time and strength
her by causing them through what they have
Milton originated and Kant embodied
lar theory without astronomical appliances Schiller described
whirlpool he had Among all the eccentric theories
cernng Shakespeare has been suggested that he pued
with either York Lancaster Yet he makes the story dis
WHAT IS OBTAINED FROM LIFE is WHAT PERSON
ALITY IS WORTH, with single instance contrary.
The value OF finally settles down that with absolute
csion The inner building the only that makes difference
Character is capital energy time place and opportunity
books just as he II character less H be
when he writes that he laying his soul bare before the world
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PHINEAs oU1MBY STOOD STILL OVER THE OLD CRADLE.

can-aud you must come home or he
will disown you! And he is in earnest,
dear! He is hungry for sight of your
face. And your mother-dear boy,
come right home quick! Iwant to kiss
you ALL"
Both letters were sealed, and then
she directed them in her quavery,
quaint little hand. But her face was
grave enough.
"I'm afraid Jerry's folks won't want
to come, and don't know what Phin-
cas- would do if they didn't. He's
set his heart. We ought not to have
waited till the last minute-I don't
see why we did. There won't be time
for them to answer-oh, dear, they
haven't been home for SO long, and l
can't help thinking they won't want
to come now!"
But she went briskly to work with
her preparations. She cooked and
cooked till the shelves in her neat
pantry groaned under their loads.
Jerry's folks could not have cleared
them in week. She made the mince
pies The way the boys had always
liked them, long ago. She made mo-
lasses sauce for the pudding because
they had been fond of that kind.
And she made two little saucer pies
she had never failed to make, long
ago. They were pumpkin pies, and
she crimped the edges carefully.
"Jerry's girls are grown up, and
maybe they won't care for them
maybe nobody will,' she thought,
| ''but T always made them for the
boys, and said / would to-day. Only
| I hoped, then, that Johns folks
would come. / hoped till the last
minute
It was the last minute now, and
mother had given up. She Lad set
the long table with her whitest linen
and her prettiest dishes. Then she
had dressed herself in her best dress
and sat down to wait. She was quite
| pale. Mother was little afraid OF
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Johns children, would they not plead
for him? No, wait-the babies
Johns tiny twin sons! Mother
laughed aloud with delight of the in
spiration. She hurried up to the
lumber-room over the woodshed and
pulled down the long old cradle that
Phineas had pieced out long ago, to
keep baby toes from meeting when
Jerry lay at one end and little John
at the ether. 1t was heavy, but what
did mother care? The strength of
ten slender old women animated her
as she tugged and pulled it down.
Now, the pillows and the little old
log-cabin quilt! AS if she did not
know where those were! She ar
ranged them with eager fingers and
pulled the cradle into the kitchen,
| for father would come in at the kitch-
en- door. Then mother went back to
Johns folks.
! II want the babies, John-give me
them both for a little WHILE" she
said. mo, don't you come, dear-do
you think l don't know how to take
care of little twin sons?'
| She carried them both at once in
the old way. A little head lay warm
against each arm. There was not a
moment to lose if her plan was to
succeed, and she went away swiftly
with her precious load out to the
kitchen, straight to the little old era
die. There was time to deposit the
babies, one at each end, on the soft
time-yellowed little pillows, and tc
draw the log-cabin quilt snugly uI
under each tiny pink chin. There
was minute or two even to jog the
cradle few times, and then mother
heard the creak of Phineas' wagor
] wheels. She stole softly away ant
left Johns babies to do their worl
alone. But prayer was on her lips
ga little child shall lead them
it's in Thy Book, Lord. Let. John:
little children lead father back tx
john" she prayed silently.
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Jerrys folks. She wished Phineas
were here to help her receive them,
but he had been called away unex-
pectedly, and would not be back
much before dinner time. One of the
neighbors had needed him.
Somewhere down the road sounded
the rumble of stage wheels, and
mother got up, nervously, and stood
on the floor, listening. 1t was such
pity Jerry's folks had had to come
up in The stage! Hark!-yes, it was
turning into the lane. 1t was almost
here. She must go to the door and
meet them. A strange, girlish shy
ness swept over the little old figure,
and two spots of pink color bios
somed in her wriAkled cheeks.
The rumble ceased. A confusion of
voices greeted mothers ear-sweet,
shrill little voices, with the bubble of
laughter running through them. And
then, above them all, a mans deep
voice called: Mother! Mother,
where are you?" What did it all
mean-for it was Johns voice call
ing! It was Johns wife getting out
of the stage, and Johns little chill
dren chattering and bubbling! Johns
folks!
Mother found herself at the door
in the midst of them all, and her
wonder and faint dismay were
drowned in the sweetness and joy Of
their coming and the warm rain of
their kisses on her face.
There were so many little voices in
her ear, so many little arms around
her neck! And John was there-a
big, bearded John, with little Johns
love in his voice! There was no room
for dismay at all-only joy. 1t was
later when the mystery had cleared
itself away and it was almost time
for Phineas to come that the dismay
came back. Dear land, what would
Phineas say?
Mother stole away by herself and
looked things in the face. She had
: not told John that it was all mis-.
take, and that his letter had gone to
Jerry and Jerry's invitation come to
him. 1t was all clear enough now to
mother, but she had not told John
How could she? In moment the
! JOY was overwhelmed in the utter
dismay. For Phineas would be home
| soon, very soon.
Something must be done. The lit
tie children-if the father should see
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PERSONAL AND LITERARY.

Ibsen's orders for drinks have been
sold as autographs by the head waiter
Of Copenhagen cafe.
The earliest library was that of
Nebuchadnezzar. Every book was
brick engraved with cuneiform char
acters.
The pope's poems of liz pages are
sold in Italy at twopence copy. The
first was written in 1922, when he was
a boy of 1s.
The famous old grammar school at
Lichfield, which has the names of
Addison, johnson and Garrick on its
long roll of distinguished scholars,
has been sold at auction.
The Berlin Tageblatt declares that
there are two women poets and novel
lists in Germany to-day to everyone OF
the other sex, but that playwriting is
still almost a monopoly of the men.
A Paris searcher after facts has
made the discovery that to Balzac be-
longs the honor of having invented the
wood block pavement for streets. The
first reference to it is made in that
authors comedy, "Mercadet," which
was played at the Franchise, in which
Mercadet dilates on the advantage OF
such pavement, since with wooden
blocks in the atreets barricades are
impossible.
Herbert Spencer is poking fun at the
vegetarians of England and has taken
them completely by surprise mas
much as vegetarian faddists thought
they could claim the philosopher al
one of their own. Mr.. Spencer does
not apparently think highly of The
mental state produced by a year OF
vegetable diet. He said recently: =
went over all that ! had written dur
ing the year praeticed vegetarianisn
and consigned it all to the fire." Sine.
then he has been saying some face
tious things about the ''devotees o,
the truck garden" as he calls the vege
tarians.
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WIT AND WISDOM.

Men are so constituted that every
one undertakes what he sees another
successful in, whether he has aptitude
for it or not.-Goethe.
Kitty-"Dick proposed to me last
night" Laura-"Yes, he came to
your house from Alice Nelson's. She
had just refused him."-Sommeryille
Journal.
"Jinks has library of only four
books, valued at nearly half million
dollars" "You don't say! What kind
of books are they?" Bank books. -
Detroit Free Press.
Employer-"Why, raised your sal
airy only four weeks ago!" Employe
I'll know; but that's just the matter.
In trying to live up to the raise nat
urally overdid it." = Boston Tran
script.
The Summer Girl Ito her compan-
ion)-"What do you suppose it is,
dearest, that makes the sea murmur
so?" Testy Old Gentleman Behind
(who has encountered a incoming
couple in every secluded nook along
the shore)-"Great Scot! miss, you'd
murmur if you had to listen to all
the sentimental nonsense the sea
| hears."-London Ht-Bits.
A Hard Subject.-"Yes, Beaseley has
better head than his father" HAS
hep" "He has. They have shaving
mug in the family that Beaseley's
grandfather, and Beaseley's mother
threw at Beaseley's father. Well, the
other night Beaseley's wife was mad
over something and she threw the
mug at Beaseley. 1t took him square
ly behind the ear and smashed into
flinders. Yes, indeed, he's got much
better head than his father had
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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BENTON LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1902

his work. She sat down, as she had
done SO many times, to write to John.
That was her only comfort, and it had
things there were in the life of Phineas
Quimby and his wife, Amelia, that had
never been violated, even by the quar-
rel that long ago had separated father
and son. The father had never denied
the mother the solace Of her letters to
her boy, and never by word or intima-
tion had Amelia Quimby complained of
her husband. To-day, as always, she
said only kind words of him. There
was no mention of Thanksgiving day,
or of the disappointment that ranked
in her breast.
kiss both the babies for me-first
one and then the other, hundred
times!" she wrote. Tell little Jerry
I love him, and tell little John. An
tell me about their eyes-you forgot
to say the color-and their hair, and
their little fists. Does little Jerry
keep his thumb between his first and
second fingers when his fist is shut up
tight? Little John?-then you've
named them wrong. You've mixed
those children up! Before it is too late,
you'd better let them swap names"
The letter ran on lovingly, with a
message in it for one child after an
other. And for John himself there was
the old message-"Your mother is
loving you, john" Itwas always there.
To Jerry she wrote briefly. Jerry
was busy man, with hundred out
side interests-outside of mother. His
letters to her were wont to be rare and
short, but there was always message
| to father in them. She missed that in
Johns long, tender letters.
I'm half afraid to write," she
thought, as she took up her pen; "Jer-
ry's folks have so many rich friends,
and SO many places to go to-I'm afraid
they won't want to come" But she
dipped her pen in the ink and began.
'My dear boy'-she always began
her letters to both sons that way-''My
dear boy, your father says to put on
all your bonnets, every one of you, and
come to the old home to keep Thanks
giving. He's quite set upon it. You
know-you haven't forgotten. dear?-
that it is our golden wedding Thanks
giving, and it's time you came! Think
of having father and mother so years
married and not coming! Your father
says to say he has waited as long as he
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the last SylldDic.
She had gathered all her strength
for that question. She did not dare to
look across at Phineas. Ills reply
rumbled deeply in his throat, but she
could make out all the words. Fl1ty
years she had lived with Phineas
Quimby.
II said we'd have Jerry's folks here
to Thanksgivin' dinner. We amt had
'em for some time, and this is kind OF
. extry year, bein' our anniversary"
II know, father-our fiftieth anni-
versary. That's why l wanted
wanted--John's-"
"You better write to Jerry right Off.
Better do it to-day, and Silas Bluntll
mail it for ye tonight. It's Sis night
to go to lodge"
Nothing more, and when she had said
father" Amelia Quimby had played
her last card-her trump. She had not
called him father" since Jerry and
John were great brown boys and it had
happened. Twenty-seven years ago,
was that? All, the heartbreak a
mother can hide in 81 years! When
she has had twin sons laid in her arms,
and held them one on one side and one
on the other, and gazed for long, weak
days from one little pink face to the
other,-when she has watched them
grow out of pinafores into trousers,
out of childhood into tall, splendid
strength, when she had fed them and
patched them and loved them-ah, to
lose one of them, then! Mothers know.
At first she had hoped for a recon-
eiliation. Year after year, at Thanksb
giving time, she had hoped. For, odd
iy enough, it was on Thanksgiving day
she had married Phineas Quimby, and
two years later, on the day after, that
they had laid his twin sons in her arms.
The day was doubly momentous to her.
But year had added itself to year and
the wound was unhealed yet. Phineas
Quimby was Phineas Quimby still. and
John was still his son. How could they
change? How could one ever say the
relenting word to the other, that in
her heart the wife and mother knew
was all that would be needed?
Only, I'd hoped so much from
this Thanksgiving" Amelia Quimby
mourned. why, it's going to be our
hftieth anniversary-you'd think a
father and son would come back to
each other on the golden wedding day!
It was too soon to hope for it on the
silver one; but now, after all these
years, you'd think had a right to hope
for it!'
"Jerry's folks meant Jerry and his
VIE aud the two grown girls. But
Johns folks-the mother smiled wist-
iully as she counted up the little names
On her fingers. There were so many;
took all her fingers but two! John
nad not been married as long as Jerry
his folks" were little folks.
And this year there's the twins
ihey'd be big enough to come. And to
snink they're both boys. and theii
names Suddenly the wistful voice
qulvered and Johns mother cried ovel
tne names of his little twin sons. The
pathos OF them and of her empty arms
mat yearned for them broke down her
patient endurance.
! want them-oh, I want them!
want Johns little baby boys." she
WED out aloud. But there was no on,
= aear. Phineas had gone away te
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neighbor had kept him longer than
he expected, and it fretted him.
Neighborly assistance was all right
enough, but on Thanksgiving Day,
when your sons folks were coming
home, it was vexing to be kept al
most ill dinner-time.
sect up, Dan; get into trot, will
We? Do you want the turkey to be
all eat up before we get there? Jer-
ry's folks won't know what to make
of these doin's; get up, there, pony!"
He ratified home, into the lane, past
the house to the barn. his mind in
tent on grievances, else he might
have seen the peering little faces at
the parlor window-mother had for
gotten those.
Old Dan put up and given his
Thanksgiving dinner of oats and
clover-sweet hay, Phineas Quimby
strode into the house. A frown was
on his face. Being Phineas Quimby,
this interference with his plans an
noyed him greatly. Jerry's folks
were not plain farmer folks. They
would hardly understand this-what!
What was the old cradle on the kitch-
en- floor for? And little Jerry and lit
tie John in it!
Phineas Quimby stood still over the
old cradle and gazed down into it in
| helpless bewilderment. Had he lost
| his wits, or had the years rolled
from his bent old shoulders and left
him standing there, strong and
straight, looking down at the crum-
pied faces of his little twin sons?
Was he young again? Were the old
age and the loneliness and the heart
break in his stubborn old soul only
a bad dream? And he was young
and had little John again-had both
his boys!
The babies stirred from their pla-
/ cid browse, and one of them flung
out lusty little fist and opened a
pair of wide blue eyes. Little John,
that one was! With an inarticulate
cry of tenderness and love, father
stopped and gathered the warm,
sweet morsel into his old arms, and
laid his grizzled head against it, in
the old, old way. Mother found him
| so.
"Fatber, father!" she cried, from
eager, old voice.
Hush, don't speak, mother; don't
wake me up! I've got little John in
my arms"
In the quiet kitchen there was only
the sound of baby-crooning then.
Mother, had lifted little Jerry, and
was cradling him in her own arms.
The noon sunshine lighted all their
faces, young and old. 1t was father
who spoke first, after awhile:
"Don't tell me, mother, l know all
about it," he said, quietly. 81 know
we amt grown young again and
found our baby boys. 1t was only a
minute half believed that-I come
in so sudden and found them in the
old cradle with the old quilt over
'em. I've got my wits back now, and
l know all about it. This is Johns
baby I've got here, and Johns baby
over there in your arms. They're
Johns twin babies-did you think
never hunted up Johns letters to you
and read 'em through and through
Do you think don't know the names
of all of Johns little shavers by
heart, mother? Here, you may have
'em both. I've got to go-I want
john"
"Here I am, father. I'm here!'
And it was John standing there il
the door, and father striding TOWARD
him with his hands out! And it wa.
mother with her arms full Of john
babies who lowered over them botf
with unspeakable Thanksgiving il
her heart.-Country Gentleman.
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VOL. Kill.

FOr uESScu udAOS
that build and break
The cloud -pavilions for my sake
This aeeting beauty, high and wild,
Toward which ! wonder, as child.
/ thank Thee for the strengthening hills,
That give bright spirit to the rills;
For blue peaks soaring up apart,
To send down music on the heart;
For tree-tops waveriEg soft and high,
Writing their peace against the sky;
For forest farinss that have been;
For this Fall rain that shuts me in,
Giving to my low little roof
The sense of home, secure, aloof.
And thanks for mornings stir and nght,
And for the folding hush Of night;
For those high ceitles that spread
The star-filled chasm overhead;
For elfin ehemsti'ies that yield
The green fires of the April field;
For all the foam anGi surge of bloom;
For leaves gone glorious to their DOOM
All the wild loveliness that can
Touch the immortal in a man.
Father of Life. thank Thee, too,
For old acquaintance, near and true
For friends who came into my day
And took the loneliness away;
For faith that held On to the last;
For all sweet memories of the past
Dear memories of my dead that send
Long thoughts of life, and of life's end
That make me know the light conceals
A deeper world than it reveals.
Edwin Markham, in Success.
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III the Marke.t place.

81 suppose you know where you'll
get it about Thanksgiving timer
said the oyster.
81 can see your finish, anyhow" re,
piled the turkey. you'll be in my
midst."-Chicago Tribune.
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Secure Either Way.

II suppose you are going to be
thankful on Thanksgiving day."
YES" said the man of gentle pa
thos. "If / have turkey and fixings,
I'll be thankful for them. And if
/ don't, I'll be thankful 1 am not go
ing to get Indigestion n."-Washington
Cfar