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The Lamar register., 1903-11-18
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BY HOLMAN F. DAY

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is a vegetable growth; but firmly
believe that it acquires its hue from
small particles of gold which it ex-
tracts from the earth"
So he took the pumpkin on his
shoulder and took it home, telling all
anxious inquirers that he was going
to discover how to extract the gold
from it.
But bless you. when the pumpkin
and the dough came out of the oven
1t wis not solid sheet of gold at all.
but rich, golden. tantalizing section
of goodness.
And the poor inventor was hungry,
so he bit into it.
A few moments later several of his
creditors broke into the house and
came upon him. crying: Look here!
Where is all that gold you were 60
ing to get for us?"
And he never even looked up at
them. but kept right on eating, saying,
Who cares FIR gold (Bite. bite,
O-o-o-ohD Who cares fir gold? Men,
| have discovered pumpkin pie!"
And the creditors sat down also and
ate. and they. too, were happy ever
after.-Judge.
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minus his gobble Stuffed with that
which he can never digest, The brown
surface waiting for the fork to plunge
astride the breast-bone. and with knife
sharpened On the jambs of the fire.
place lay bare the folds of white meat.
Then the. PIES. For the most part
lost art What mince pies, in which
you had all confidence, leavings from
all rich Ingredients, glorified hash
Not mince pies with profound myster-
les of origin But mother made them,
chopped the meat for them. spiced
them, sweetened them, favored them
and laid .he lower crust and the upper
crust, with here and there a puncture
by the fork to let you look through
the light and flaky surface into the
substance beneath. No brandy, for
old folks were stout for temperance.
Dear me. What pie, You deluded
New Englanders can talk till you are
gray about your pumpkin pies for
Thanksgiving day; give me an old
fashioned New Jersey mince pie. OF
the ter at that table. all are gone save
two-some in village churchyard,
some in city cemetery-but we shall
sit with them yet at brighter ban
quet.-Rev. T. De Witt Talmage.
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Seems awfully forlorn to eat
Thanksgiving dinner all alone" said
Milly soberly. looking over at the
young fellow who sat mending har-
ness strap beside the blazing hearth
Il haven't the heart to get up big
dinner for Just us two"
Il don't see what else we can do.
No neighbors to invite except old Pete
Sprat, and he wouldn't come. We
might send him something by way of
being neighborly."
And be turned away for our
pains" the woman laughed.
You cant even go out on the
highways and hedges and gather in
stragglers like the ancient host of
Bible fame. Maybe it is just as well
not to have all the work of getting
up Thanksgiving dinner. for it seems
to me that you look tired, Milly.
What's the natter"
Nothing. Jim. guess need little
outing. I'll take a run across the
Hollow and be back before supper"
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you know" Milly explained cordially.
My husband would be very glad to
have you with us. We are from the
east. and we're used to having COM
pany for Thanksgiving"
Your husband is prospector, too.
take it?"
"Oh. no. He came out here for his
health two years ago. when he was
all run down with overwork. We ex-
peot to stay here until he's quite well"
I'VE didn't notice any houses as We
passed along. Where do you live?"
Two miles below here. on the Sun
rise road, not on the trail. Will you
come over tomorrow"
We'll, being as you're so kind as to
take the trouble to invite us well be
glad to accept your hospitality, and
thank you"
Very well. | shall expect you
promptly at IL. There are eight of
you, aren't there? | want you all re-
member. Now. I'll go, for the walk is
rather long. You cross the hill and
go straight south till you reach the
Sunrise wagon road, which will take
you directly to our shack, going west.
Good night
Milly returned in great good spirits.
lin looked dubious at first, but he was
10th TO damp the ardor of his good
little helpmeet by voicing his doubts
as to the wisdom of inviting eight
strangers to their home.
"You don't mind, do you, Jim?"
Mi;ly asked. anxiously.
Not a bit. If it pleases you let's
have them by all means"
"You should have seen them, Great.
gaunt. hungry-looking fellows who
probably haven't had a good dinner
for a year. | do believe Providence
sent me across their path expressly
to give them a treat
II hope we have enough stuff on
hand" said cautious Jim. 1T will take
heaps to satisfy eight hungry men,
you know"
"Of course we have plenty. Well
kill both turkeys and I'll make four
pies instead of one, and two boiled
puddings besides. Well have potatoes
and turnips and the canned corn l put
up myself, and as much cider as they
can drink. For dessert we'll have real
good coffee and ice cake. Oh, we'll
have enough, you may be sure. Jim,
you must rig up table big enough to
seat them ALL"
They worked till bedtime that
night. peeling apples. seeding raisins,
and picking the turkeys. The next
morning Milly rose long before dawn
and set about her baking and brewing.
while Jim put up big deal table that
stretched almost the length of the
room. and by room it was set with all
the luscious viands of an eastern
Thanksgiving dinner, set with homely
platters and dishes to be sure, but not
rougher in appearance than the men
who finally seated themselves about
the steaming board. Jim beamed hos
pitably from his place at the head of
the table and tried dutifully to 'act as
II the company belonged there" as
Milly had said. The big black-whis-
kered fellow whom the other ad-
dressed as Blaisedale. had the place
of honor because he seemed to be the
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Possibilities of Radium.

Mr. Hammer. who was formerly a
coadjutor of Edison, has produced
with radium a partial paralysis of the
fish known as the electric ray. so that
it could give no further shocks. He
has, with the rad!um. paralyzed small
fish 50 that they have been drowned,
or at least died. In talking of this ex-
pertinent. Mr.. Hammer called atten-
tion to the experiments of Prof. Curie
and others recently in Paris. in which
guinea pigs. mice and rabbits were
paralyzed and later killed by placing
radium near the spinal column. 1T
ls perfectly reasonable to suppose
said Mr.. Hammer. that people'7
1rairs might be paralyzed by putting
powerful radium near their heads. say
IN pillow at night, or near the spinal
cord. and thus produce paralysis as
In the case of the animals"
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ewes grave and searching and tender.
Then she turned from the gruesome
chasm buried at her feet in its treach-
erous shroud of mist and said. softly.
with a tenderness that touched him
deeply:
God is very good, Charlie. I can
not doubt his tenderness. All my life
| will leave in his hands as you say
all my life. past as well as future"
Then presently she added:
let us go, Charlie. | leave here
buried in the heart of His mountains
the bitterness that has shadowed not
only my life but the lives of those
who love me. The mountains are His
and my life is His"
But as they paused for an instant
on the rotten bridge with the waters
sobbing at their feet black with the
slime and smoke of the town. she laid
her hand earnestly upon his arm. and
lifting her grave face to his, flushing
with its new tenderness, she added.
softly:
You have been Ao good to me al
ways. Charlie! Are you sure-sure
you DC want nobody but that girl of
.Iohnsor's? | come with empty hands,
y1u know"
He smiled into the Quivering face
and wide, searching eyes and he an
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I'm getting morbid simply for the
want of little company" she said,
as she walked down the untraveled
road in the face of the crisp north
wind. THAT will never do for you,
Milly Bennett. For Jim's sake you
mustn't give way to such foolish
ness.
Suddenly Milly's ear caught the
sound of chopping. which seemed 20
come from the Hollow beyond the d.
vide. She turned and made her way
easily through the leafiess thicket,
walking briskly over the hill and
down the opposite descent until she
distinctly heard voices. Further on.
at the edge of natural clearing. she
came upon party of travellers camped
beside a newly kindled fire. where a
lean. gaunt appearing fellow busted
himself with preparations for the
evening meal. They were eight in all.
rough, unkempt lot in leathern
jackets and rusty boots. Beside the
cook lay bag of flour. rasher of
bacon and two jugs stopped with corn
cobs.
Milly stopped abruptly when she
found herself observed by the curl
GUS eyes of eight strangers, then
changed her mind and crossed the icy
little brook and made her way toward
the fire.
A big, black k-whiskered man dropped
his armful of horsereed and looked at
her piercingly. "Lost?" he asked
trusquely.
mo. live two miles up the divide
| happened to hear you chopping, and
stopped out of curiosity"
The mans insistent gaze annoyed
her. but the forlorn. gaunt appearance
OF the little group melted little
throb of pity and made her think
gratefully of her own coZy, cheerful
little shack. with Jim waiting for her
beside the glowing hearth.
Il suppose you are simply camping
here for the night" she ventured.
looking about at the meager comforts
| of the camp.
well, no." answered the black
browed man who impressed her at
once as being spokesman of the party.
We came down to prospect bit.
There's talk of gold in this claim. and
if it's worth our while we may set up
| for a week or two"
"Oh. then, you'll be here over
Thanksgiving. won't you? I'd like to
have you all take dinner with us to-
morrow
The man looked at his fellows with
q curious smile, half questioning half
credulous Its rather unexpected"
he remarked humorously.
"Oh. we're all neighbors out here
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ly. why, it doesn't amount to that,
said she with snap of her brown
fingers. "All the money in the world
would be worthless to me If | didn't
have Jim"
1--WE hea-' a saying about good
wife being treasure Blaisedale
remarked. Your wife proves the
truth of 1t.
The dinner was great success.
Blaisedale who seemed to exert
mysterious influence over his fellows.
grew very talkative and entertaining.
He told stories of queer places and
uueerer people which savored OF fam
iliarity with lawlessness and lawbreak-
ers. but which kept Jim breathlessly
interested until the eight strange
guests made their adieus. When the
company had filed out of the little
cabin door Blaisedale. who was last to
go turned at the threshold and held
out his hand to Milly.
You remind me of some one / oncs
knew" he said, simply, "and for her
sake I'd like to shake hands with you.
Thank you for your hospitality. You
won't regret your kindness, by the
way"
Queer fellow, that one" Jim re-
marked. as he watched the gang re-
cede down the wintry road. You may
be sure he has a strange history be-
hand him"
That night when Jim and Milly sat
talking beside their cheerful hearth,
scrap of white paper crept mysterious
ly under the door. Jim rose hurriedly
and threw back the door, but no one
was in sight. and not sound broke
the deep stiffness of the icy night.
Milly read the note over his shout
der. and this is what it said;
Some curious whim prompts me to
tell you That it was our intention to
break into and rife the little eggsheli
bank at Sunrise before quitting these
diggings, but for the sake of Millys
bit of money" it shall go unharmed
Thanking you for pleasant hour,
BLAISEDALE
Helen F. Huntington, in New York
| Times.
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swered her. taking her two hands In
his closely as though he would never
again let them go from him:
II am sure. sure that want you
Dolores Johnson, more than any wom-
an in Gods beautiful world. Your
hands may be empty hands. but they
are beautiful in the work they do and
have done for others. for even these
cruel people here who would have
ruined your sweet life. and the woman
who. now your uncle's wife. would
have stained her hands forever for the
darkening of your heart
And what could she say? And the
lights of the sunset were very tender
over them as they crossed the bridge
and passed up along the road through
the settlement where the changes of
her working had given an air of neat
ness and home life and widening of
view. with its school and church and
kindly touch of neighborliness: and as
they passed the tavern where Jones
and his comrades still sat with their
pipes in lazy enjoyment. the men gave
greeting with n new touch of kindli-
ness that went to the heart of the
girl who had lived her twenty years
among them uncared for and unloved
And the eyes of her lover were bril-
liant with the depth Of his thought
for her. and his arm was strong to
guide and guard her through any pain
the future might bring. and never
again could this pale. beautiful girl of
Johnson's suffer alone or bear her
life's burdens outside of the pale Of
tenderest love.
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thanks to Milly's ingenuity" Jim an
swered, with a glow of affectionate
pride.
You're lucky to be able to afford
such luxuries. for all those fancy-fx-
ings are luxuries in Colorado" Bla.se-
dale remarked significantly.
Eyes, count myself one of the luck
lest men in the world | owe every
thing to Milly, even my life. ! was
poor law student when we were mar
ried, and when my health broke down
she simply took all responsibility into
her own hands. 1t was her money that
enabled me to come here. It's her bit
of money that we're living on now.
All that she has in the world is in the
little bank at Sunrise, where she goes
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BY the Late DIR. Talnage.

On Thanksgiving day the memory
becomes kaleidoscope, and every
minute the scene changes You give
TO the Kaleidoscope of memory turn
and there they are, natural as life,
around the country hearth on cold
winter night. see that old Thanks
giving dinner. Father at one end.
mother at the other end, the children
between. wondering If father will ever
get done carving the turkey. Oh. that
proud, strutting hero Of the barnyard.
upside down, his plumes gone and
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CHAPTER xxll.-continued.
0y jean KATE LUDL VII
AAfhor IF IN u Giri's iicr.y.' Etc.


Yes he said. gently, 81 know he Is
dead. Dolores. but after death all
things are made straight. He knows
now better than he ever could have
known from your telling. and | know
he has forgotten us"
There were sweetness and solemn
ity In the young mans voice as he
bent above the beautiful cold face that
caused Dora to catch her breath In
sudden comprehending Of the dep,h
OF the kindly heart. as he slowly re-
peated. the touch on the girls HANDS
very tender. the light in the loVlhS
eyes entering into her very soul:
There is no death. What seems so Is
transition
This life of mortal breath
is but a suburb Of the l.fc eiyslan'
Whose portal we call death,
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COINS WHICH HAD THEIR DAY.
Gold Pieces Retired From Circulation
for Cause.


for Cause.
Recent mention of the disappear
ance of the $3.50 gold piece from cir
culation and the premium this coin
commands as a curio has set many to
rummaging in old pocketbooks and
the bottoms of cash boxes and draw
ers in search of odd or out.of-date
coins. Some have found a $3.50
piece. but not many. The 50 piece.
once quite common. but always a
sort of curiosity. is oftener found. and
many have specimens of the little
gold coins representing twenty-five
cents and fifty cents. which were not
minted by the government and prob
ably have not so much gold in them
as they represent. They used to pass
as coin. but were never in general
circulation. being SO easily lost that
they soon became scarce. One of the
handsomest coin relics seen is $40
gold piece bearing the mint stamp of
1893. 1t is larger than the present
SO piece. The owner has it hung in
a band and wears it as a charm on
his watch chain. The owner says he
refused an offer of $3.50 for this relic.
The old octagonal $50 pieces were
quite common in California in early
days. when gold dust was largely
used as a circulating medium. They
were made of pure gold. and while
they had not the elegant finish of the
gold coins minted by the government
in these days. many still remember
them as the handsomest coin they
ever saw. Many people now would
consider them handsome on account
of the $50 in them.-Portland Ore
gonian.
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CHAPTER XIII.
~rha. Girl of sohnson's."


Dora was standing at the wen al
Dolores old home with her husband
waiting for Dolores and Charlie Green
who had gone at the girls request 10
ire opposite mountain. 1t was
strange freak OF Dolores. but with tue
usual simple acquiescencc in any WISH
OF hers they had gone. and here Dora
and her husband were waiting for their
return at the girls old home
But 1t was not the home of the
girls remembrance. The garden was
in fine order and the fence well buiit :
no longer did the gate swing on lta
rusty. rickety hinges. The enterpris-
ing chickens were scratching among
the shrubs at the back of the house
but not a chicken dared show its faca
at the front of the neat little house
where Jim Lode and Cinthy lived
the two young pepole who had always
bad kindly thought for it's former
distress.
Dora was standing at the well
watching her husband as he swung
the bucket down among the cool
shadows. her sweet face. grown more
womanly and holding a deeper mean
ing in every delicate line. She stood
on tiptoe to look down and follow the
flight of the bucket, but even standing
SO she scarcely reached to his shoul-
der. She turned her pretty head on
one side as n bird might do, and said,
with an air that convulsed her hus-
band, though there was deeper and
more tender meaning to her words
LAT har lsnnE hp NJ
derstood.
"The course of true love never did
run smooth-and look at that poor
bucket. Hal. You are fairly beating
the life out of 1t against the sides OF
the we'll"
Poor thing" said the big fellow, in
tone that implied scant sympathy for
the luckiess bucket. You had better
say that Charlie is eating his heart
out because your cousin will not love
him, Dot Is she never going to be
good to him for his faithfulness. dear?
He deserves a good life and good
woman. Dora, even your cousin cannot
deny that"
Don't talk of Lorie as though she
we're heartless. Harry" Dora said,
SOiitly. WIN one ol heT s"tt Wistiui
giances up to his face. .'Lorie is not
like other girls"
The other two having passed down
out of the settlement. followed by the
half scornful eyes of the men at the
tavern. crossed the rotten bridge over
the river and ascended the opposite
mountain slowly among the bent
bushes and mysterious mists that
held In their hiding the snares of
death and the pitfalls that lay in wait
ing.
Thar goes thet gal O Johnsing's," 4"
Tom Smith said. with a rough break
OF laughter in his deep voice. What
en- ther world she's goin' over yander
fer beats me holler."
Coin ter say her prayers over her
feythers grave. reckon" Joined in
Hiram Sadler. coarsely. but the an
swering laughter on Smiths lips never
passed them as Jones turned his indig-
naut eyes upon them. removing his
pipe from his lips to make reply.
'Et pears to me-" he said. slowly,
with an emphasis that hushed their
mirth. tibet ye might hev gained a
mite O. respec' an kindly feelin' arfter
all these years sence Johnsing died.
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The True Spirit.

There's food to eat. Melissa: We have
apples in the bin.
And plenty in the cellar. till the pleasant
days begin.
Our barns are packed with oats and hay.
we've fodder in the stack:
Let's thank our Heavenly Father for our
crowding family.DI
Who cares for wealth. with health like
ours: who longs for style and fuss?
There's many millionaire. my dear.
who's poor compared with us!
Almighty God. to thee lift our glad
and grateful song.
Thy mercies are to us renewed and con-
stant all day long.
-Margaret e. Sansster. in Christian
Herald
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leader of the gang by natural selec-
ton, as the rest all deferred to him.
He watched Milly with a curious in
tentness which brought a flush to her
cheek and made her slightly uncom-
Portable.
You're mighty comfortably fixed
for these diggings." said he presently,
looking about the walls with their
homely prints and ornaments.
"Yes, we are rather comfortable
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The First Pumpkin Pie

Once upon a time-a long while ago,
children. there lived a wise old man
who was always trying to see what he
could discover
Having made several perpetual mo-
tion machines and one or two air.
ships, he was walking through the
fields to avoid his creditors, when he
came upon a pumpkin.
This" he said to himself. bending
down and feeling of the yellow orb,
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A Song of Praise.

For ali the world o God. and You.
There's time this day to sing to Thee
Ny thanks for what Thou givst me-
I'm thankful for the Redeemed leaf.
Thankful am | for garnered smear
Jp to the sky my praise ! Hing;
And thank / Thee for everything
The closing year of 1902 - w.,
Is fraught with gifts. o Cod from You
So gladly now | sing to Thee
Ny thanks for what Thou giNest me!
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Et do pear ter me t ye might keep
yer mouth shet eff ye ken only say
sech spiteful thengs. Ise only got
these ter say ter ye. Sadler. an ter ye,
too. Smith-ef ye kyan't say kind
thengs o. the gal O Johnsing's arfter
all she's done an S still doin' fer us
ye amt so welcome ter this tav'n as
ye were. An We ken take ct as ye
will. Thet's all I've got ter speak, an
now my minds letter. when | sot
hyar Iist'nin' ter yer men talk"
Z A flush came even through the tan
sf rough Sadler's face. and Smith
shufied his feet upon tie gravel and
knocked the ashes from his pipe as he
said slowly:
"ThanlSe zee. Jones. Wes been frien's
nigh onter fo'ty year an fer my part
amt a-soin' ter low sech trihin'
words ter Ken atween we. Hyars my
hand on t. amt mebby so onfrien'l
to'rd Dlcres es ye pear ter thenk.
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A scrap OF paper.

once a month to draw the necessary
sum for our provisions. But now that
I've got to work we're making our way
along without much help from the
bank. tell you | hated to use that
money bad enough. but If it hadn't
been for that the Lord only knows
what would have become of me-"
Milly blushed deeply and becoming
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It Is a slow woman who cannot
eat the fastest mare making the
loaey go.