Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-11-26

he smoked and mused: Whose has travelled life 8 dull round, What Yer his fortunes may have been, May sigh to think he still has found His warmest welcome at an inn. .'
 The words of the old jingle ran through his mind and seemed to fit his mood. Here, indeed, was the truest wei come; thoughtful yet unobtrusiye care for one s comfort Here were no de. mands from others to interfere with his desires; no fault-fnding; no pickering
 "Yes, an inn for me everytime, he muttered, smiling meanwhile as he re- called some of the hostelres he knew, whose earnest welcome was scant atone. ment for their general untidiness, bad cooking, and worse beds. "Still,'' he thought, "hotels do not differ any more widely than homes. One must take his chances either way. The hotels have this advantage: if you strike one that s unbearable, you can make a change without appealing to the divorce courts UT paying aiinony.
 "Kansas City and Chicago papers. v called out newsboy. Tribune, Rec ord Herald, Journal
 Here, my boy" producing nickel, "let's have Tribune. I suppose I've had all the news in this mornings Eagle but the Tribune seems like home" he thought.
 Glancing at the first page his eyo caught tho cartoon.
 "Hello, what's McCutcheon up to to day'"
 The cartoon consisted of two pictures, one above the other. The lower showed an average cheap iunch-counter. with the familiar legends on the walls, such as Sandwiches no cents," "Pie 5 cents per cut" Various forlorn look ing men were perched on stools abod: the counter, and the center one had paused in drinking his coffee as if think ing earnestly of something. It was evi dently his thought that was expressed by the words below the cartoon: 1T suppose they re just about sitting down now"
 The upper half of the cartoon showed the dining-room of an old farmhouse A group, including three generations, was gathered about the table Mother was just bringing the turkey on for father to carve. The children s faces betokened glad anticipation. Envolun- tarily Morton glanced up at the date of the paper, Thursday, November 26th.
 By George, it is Thanksgiving Day." he exclaimed.
 Both scenes represented were very fa- miliar to him, but as he looked earnestly at the upper picture his thoughts revert ed to former days. Wichita and the Ho- tel Carey faded from view and he was back in Michigan at an old wood.colored farmhouse. The low ceilings, the home ly rag carpet on the floor, the eheery wood fire, all seemed very real to him. Suddenly he seemed to hear the jingle of sleigh bells and the sound of childish laughter A one-horse sleigh pulls up to the door and out climb, one, two, three, how manyi
 They have just come from the viii lage church; Grandpa, and papa and mamma, and Aunt Susie and Uncle Joe and Mary and Little willie-why where could they all have been slowed in that one rigi But there they all are, and in they come, stamping and shaking of the snow. The homely "best room,'' mo. ment since so quiet, now echose to cheerful talk and merry jest. Hardly are the wraps otf before grandma ap- pears and says, "Dinner is all ready as soon as you are warm enough" Then they all file out to tho dining-room, long and narrow, somewhat cluttered with an old.fashioned extension table and cane seated chairs; but the dinner, and the welcome, and the good feeling and jol- hty are all so home-like, so different from hotel life. Then the dinner! Not served as was the meal of which he had just partaken, to be sure. There was no defferential walters in uniform, no elaborate courses. Everything is plac cd on tho table at once until it is literally crowded with the superabundanee of eatables that only farm home knows. There is the turkey, and such turkey and such stuffing Therc is delicious homemade bread, potatoes whose flaky whiteness rivals the snow outside, Hub bard squash as yellow as gold, and lest there might Do any lack of stuffing" for the stomaehs of the hungry guests, there is platter of baked beans and brown bread. There is coffee with plen. ty of real cream; rich milk for the thirsty, and, when it would seem as if all had eaten to the limit of their ca pacity, mother brings on mince pie that none can resist.
 What good comradeship prevails at the feast! There is no hurry; for is it not Thanksgiving Dayi So the morn ing sermon is discussed, and the SC hool " exhibition' to be given in the eve. ming, and Mary is joked for refusing to eat onions, though she insists that it is solely because she does not like them and not at all because "somebody' is coming with his cutter by and bv.