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Turkey ‘n Fixin‘s The Lodge it was eo be then. It was w relief to this fair young Decider of Things that that was settled. She went to find Ned. made up." "Then we‘re going out to the Lodge for Thanksgiving," nodded the husâ€" band of the Decider. He was rather relieved to have it settled, himself. Nell might easily have hatched up a "We‘re going out to the Lodge for Tranksgiving, Neddic. My mind is made up." "Then we‘re going out to the Lodge matter e«uld be reached whenever the Tancy of the Big Four demanded a woodsy retreat and all the fresh trout the Big Four husbands could inveigle out of the cool depths of the best trout stream (yes, sir‘!) anywhere in reach or out. But so far, in its five years of existence, the Lodge had never been put to use as a winter resort. At dinner Ne!l waxed eloquent over what she considered her inspiration. "Huge fire every minute, in the stone firevplaceâ€"snapping, roaring! "Yes, all and ‘"{xin‘s think of. and _ outâ€"i We‘l! send days ahead ;;, ',:',.{ of the arrangements attendâ€" ed :o. Bug there was something he eoul:! not mhderstanzâ€"why in thunder ‘()1 Eli« Winters expressed the Big Four‘s mind as to last year "I must say I don‘t want another restaurant Thanksgiving! Ugh! The eold things we ate that ought to have been hot, and the side dishes. Think of a Thanksgiving dinner in side dishes! The one year before last, at the Club House, was twonty degrees hotter, anyway! _ Neddie, wait till you get a taste of this year‘s!" "How can I wait?" sighed Neddie. But it was not hotness his mouth watered for, not even sage turkey and granberry sauce, a la Aunt Naney of beloved memory. It was the blue gingham apronâ€"on Neil. And all that would have meant. What was the u«~, anyway! He sighed and let the vision slip He ordered the two big turkeys and the "fixin‘s" that were down on Nell‘s list. He saw to RM’luwolgmronlbpforfln t Areplace were hauled out to the E‘; that he w in erder, Kok amesmk engaged. his plu'wbo had joint! jointly owned it. | twenty odd miles a oncession to come down use it was iceâ€"cream. rh! You children run _ You weren‘t going v. if I let Nurse bring scheme th a Watch m little voice pelted and fainter as ther and farther TY By Annie Hamilton Donnell. s the beautiful Ided her head. an Aunt Naney Small Peter‘s ir blue depths. sen allowed as Ir r four Thanksâ€" f the Big Four together, with in the way of ut last yearâ€" hopped up in is tough on ‘em to be shunted Off 2P rv sauce and into the nursery alone. They should isbands of the ts and offered ars‘ services, d eager hands diz up" their n he yuired nap r fail? Th That was parts and hcered her vour away, it aâ€"roarin‘ Or { Things +99 ting w a V was & didn‘t y a elf ?" fi in in wasn‘t he tickled at the pleasant prospect? Nothing as pleasant in Thanksgiving had come his way since he watched Aunt Nancy baste her turkey and smelled the old kitchen . full of Thanksgiving smells. | _ "Is it going to be at noon*" he sudâ€" denly inquired over the top of his newspaper. It was three days now to "it." He had a queer sensation of holding his breath for Nell‘s reply. Of course, though, it would not be‘ at noon, not at noon like Aunt Nancy‘s, #"â€"erâ€"two o‘clock? Along: about two o‘cleck? That‘s a gcood Thanksgiving dinner timeâ€"â€"" His voice coaxed like a boy‘s. ! "It is going to be at halfâ€"past six o‘clockâ€"naturally. You don‘t feel as if you were going to break down, or anything, do you, Neddie* In your mind?*" She was regarding him with amused eyes. But they were loving eyes, too, although the love in them had the effect of being a little out of practice. As if so many other imâ€" mensely important things occupied the spacious blue fields of vision that Love had been crowded into the backâ€"| ground. Gowns to be looked at with| sharp appraisal, dust to be ferreted out in the wake of careless maids, lib-} tle Peter‘s socks to match exactly thei goldâ€"brown of his soft hairâ€"for Peter‘s mother looked to the perfect outer perfection of his small round body, although the little perfect soul of Peter was almost a stranger to her. "I‘ve got everything going at last.| For the dinner, I mean. I had no idea it would be such an undertaking to get up a dinner twenty miles from: a lemon! I‘ve hired a woman whof lives right on the edge of the woods to do all the cookingâ€"an Aunt Naney woman, Neddie." } "Pluoâ€"checked apron?" "Rlueâ€"checked or pink or someâ€" chocked. She had the liveliest bunch of kiddies. They‘re like a flight of steps, from the lowest up! I mean to tell her to keep them out of the kitchen." z()i'n, nolâ€"â€"erâ€"I meanâ€"" slipped past Neddie‘s still boyish lips, but she did not wait for what he meant. It had not occurred to the mother of litâ€" tle Poter and Cecie as it had to their father what joys they themselves were missing in being kept out of the kitâ€" chen. So many other things occurred to Ellen. Winters. "I wish we had somewhere to send the babies for â€" Thanksgivingâ€"a grandmother or Aunt Nancy," Ned Winters mused aloud wist \lly. "It is tough on ‘em to be shunted off up have a Thanksgiving to remember whenâ€"â€"*" "I don‘t believe you have heard a word I‘ve been saying, Ned Winters! But I shan‘t bogin overâ€"you‘ll have to find out by the context. Canned plum pudding will have to do because she hasn‘t time to make everything. Four kinds of pic, I told her, but I forgot pumpkin and that will make five. I told her to strain the cranâ€" berries and make jelly. She was goâ€" ing to roast her turkeys before hand and get her vegetables all started. "Inâ€"Canada?" ; Ellen Wint mother of a man child, shivered. "Yes, before he left one in France. You have to have both your legs in the same country to earn Thanksgivâ€" in‘ dinners, Fardie says, an‘ he says that‘s a joke, so we all laugh. But Mardie doesn‘t. Mardie goes right up to Fardie an‘ kissos the France legâ€"" "Genie Ross!" The tall Essie} found her voice in rebuke. | "She does too! An‘ then Fardie doesn‘t laugh eitherâ€"" -i "Genie Roâ€"" urged Essie all in vain. The soft little torrent swept; on straight from the heart. | "We are goin‘ to laugh all tomorâ€" row to keep Fardie an‘ Mardie from thinkin‘ we mindâ€" ‘causeâ€" ‘cause the smolls aren‘t own smells! Butâ€"" the small feet rose on their toes to enable Genic‘s lips to reach Ellen Winters‘ ear. "But we do care ev‘ry time the oven opensâ€"sh! It‘s very diffeult to laugh when those pufâ€" fee‘ly splendid smells come out. I Ellen Winters, muffled in her rugs and furs, rode home smoothly and swiftly. She stopped at the flat of one of the "girls," Esther Sherman, No mob of little children met her can, thoughâ€"watch me laugh; Marâ€" die‘s goin‘ to open it again!" And Ellen watched that valiant little roar of mirth for Mardie‘s sake and Farâ€" die‘s whom Elien could discern in anâ€" _ "One, two, three! Now it‘s my turn to smell, Genie!" _ _ Ellen â€" Winters, he there. Esther was alone and eager _ "N to hear the details of the Lodge dinâ€" cheer rer. Nell was such a dear dear to say . do all the work, besides having all Why the inspirations. What was she goâ€" The ing to do with Peter and Cicily? The in a other girls, Meg and Carolyn, were mati going to send theirsâ€"David and Megâ€" stari gie Twoâ€"off to grandmothers. ([ d "No grandmothers here," sighed It‘s Nell.. "Nurse will have to play be long one. We‘re away so much, anyway, Pete Cecie won‘t know the difference, and fires if Peter does, he won‘t let on. He sirer keeps things to himself, nurse says. hear I‘m not awfully well acquainted with look Peter myself." $ hn |\ "What‘s the use of having babies} \if you can‘t see ‘em when they are | asleep?" countered he. He had been, |ta1-.en a little unawares. \ _ "Neddie! You mean to tell meâ€"* \ "Didn‘t mean to," he muttered. ( "_â€"that youâ€"youâ€"*"* ‘ | "That Iâ€"I," he confessed, a flushâ€"| \ed, foundâ€"out Ned. "Well!l A bit | explosively. "It isn‘t a crime to look | | at your own babies in their sleep, is it? If ‘tis, I‘m guilty all right. Say, | \ Nellâ€"" sweeping about toward her; | suddenly. "Did you know there are | dimples in their knees? There are. \ Iâ€"I undressed the little buggers one, \night. Cost me two dollarsâ€"bribed | the nurse to beat it. That was one. | Cecie‘s are the decpestâ€"Cecie is a litâ€" | tle witch! What do you suppose she | said? That I could drop a kiss in | the deepest dimpleâ€"that made twoâ€" ,| for a dollar. Most I ever got out of , two dollars!" He made a little chuckâ€" ; ling noiso in his throat but, curiousâ€" . ly, it was not really a laugh. Nel!, |leaning forward on her chair, was not ‘: laughing either. | t| "Go onâ€"and what did you do?" »| "I dropped it in." 1| It was a beautiful room they were , sitting inâ€"too beautiful. Too perâ€" . feet. It needed thingsâ€"little.things, [‘ on the floor, over a chair, over a little »\ chair. It needed beautiful sounds, .\ like soft fatherâ€"mother laughter over .\ a Peter‘s funny performance that day 1 or how a Cecie had got round the . cook for tiny dollâ€"cookies for her a party. It was a beautiful, clearedâ€" » up room and very silent. A pity, i since this was a rare atâ€"homeâ€"together * evening for Ned and Ellen Wintersâ€" t when before had they been alone and i‘ together here, at nine o‘clock? Ned | there in his stuffed lounging chairâ€"â€" ) Nell here on the couch that was so , becoming in its pastel shades to the e‘ faint pinkness of her cheeks. "They couldn‘tâ€"you don‘t think they ‘could go too, Nell?" _ This Esther without a Peter or a Cecie was a bit troubled for those of her friend. 3 “('ertainly not," Nell returned firmâ€" ly. "Not if we want a good quiet time. Much you know about chilâ€" dren "I‘m acquainted with Peter, anyâ€" way!" retorted Esther. "He tells me things. I run in to the nursery ofâ€" ten. And Cecie kisses me." "That‘s more than she does to me," laughed Nell. And suddenly she heard her own laugh as if someone else had laughed it in her ears. It sounded forced. Why should Cecie be kissing people who were not even mothers? A sudden question leaped up in her mind as if it had been some one else‘s mind and demanded an answor. "Areâ€"youâ€"â€"aâ€"mother distinctly, sternly. ; Ned was not downstairs when she reached home and she wanted him downstairs to talk to, to get the taste of that question out of her soul. "Where have you been?" demanded she, as he at length appeared. "What‘s the use of having a husband if you can‘t have him when you want him?" "Hark! That‘s the fire siren again â€"how I hate it! Why must they have such a shrieky, moany thing that sends the creeps up and down your spine? It makes me think of lost souls wailing in the dark. I suppose somebody‘s house is afire." "Poor somebody! It must be the most awful death to be burnedâ€"" 119 To carve her destinies among the best Of nations, growing better and more wise, More careful of the lives and hopes of all. Thapksgivingâ€"and for what should we give thanks? For all the brightness, and the joy in life: Freedom, for which our brothers fought and died : Our country, free from tyrants‘ rule; and free Thanks do we give for friends who make our lives More pleasant, and more useful to the world. Thanks do wé give! for books, and for their help, Their pleasant intercourse with noble souls. Thank{ul for all of these, and more than these. Thankful for pain and sorrow, weariness: For disappointment, and the kindred things That make us feel, within our inmost soul That life is but a partâ€"a small one tooâ€" Of that great universe; and that, some day,â€" Some great Thanksgiving Day, we shall not fail To understand the mystery of life, And realize how many trials there were Which then seemed crosses, yet were but the cause Of true Thanksgivingâ€"if we had but known. _ Thanks for the beauteous sky and blazing sun: For trees and hills: for birds and beasts: for life In all its forms: for Nature everywhere: For all the common blessings that we take Without a thought of care, so common do they seem. Thanksgiving Day it asked "Be Ye ss in‘ "Don‘t look, dear. Don‘t think! woâ€" It‘s all rightâ€"we‘re all right. We‘ll ut of find the babies and go homeâ€"" but it huckâ€" was not of her own babies Ellen Winâ€" riousâ€" ters was thinking at that one shudâ€" Nell, dering moment. It was of that other s not mother‘s babyâ€"ashes to ashes, mother [ and baby. Oh, she hoped there‘d been » _ |time to get to itâ€"to snatch it into \her armsâ€" "Ned!â€"for pity‘s sake! Is that the cheerfulest thing you can think of to say after being still most an hour? Why, Nurse! What is the matter? | The childrenâ€"" Nell was on her feet,| in alarm. The usually calm, phlegâ€"‘ wesomecmmetit c t matic faceâ€"of the children‘s nurse was World-Wide Prohibition RBss WOI‘ld'l Tempennce Sunday. oc Neuite 4 mb i t Psalm 101; 1â€"8; Proverbs 23: 29â€"35. Golden Textâ€" ey‘re goneâ€"I can‘t find them!| n »I7 2 * ie nerce P”lm It‘s the siren; it‘s been ringing the I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes. lonwest while. Their clothes are gone! 101:; 3. "They‘re goneâ€"I can‘t find them! | It‘s the siren; it‘s been ringing the longest while. Their clothes are gone!| Peter is perfectly possessed about fires. He always wants to follow the siren. He must have waked up and heard the alarm and seenâ€"have you looked out? The sky is ablaze." Together they tore the heavy drapâ€" eries â€" asideâ€"dropped themâ€"sprang for the long motor coats that hung ready. "Stay hers, Nurse! Have hot botâ€" tles and things ready. They‘ll be chilled. Hurry, Nell! Did you count "We don‘t noed any directions. The crowd will tellâ€"it‘s a big fire. I‘ve got Peter‘s â€" overcoat â€" where‘s Cecie‘s?" "I‘ve got itâ€"hurry!" A tenement, huge and tall, was flaming to the sky. There was din of engines and men‘s voices and a woman shrieking. The crowd was held back but with difficulty. Din and confusion reigned. Ellen Winâ€" ters, moaning under her breath, clutched at Ned‘s arm. Suddenly the woman‘s shricking ceased. g::l' lâ€"lls p'erfectly possessed about * e acnd a i ten. "He mulb?/ts 1::‘_2&5 ’u;( fgllow the â€" LESsoN sETTINGâ€"This week we IL. Tus Wors or 1HL Va«N CCC d 4 heard the alarm and o e nace and have our quarterly Temperance Lesâ€"| Proy, 28: 29â€"35. [ looked out? Th an :%een--ha‘,'e you son. This is not an interruption or' Vs. 29, 31. JWho oo os llu r(d-1c T eaeh 9 e sky is ablaze." a turning aside from ‘th 2 ness of eye? This section of the lesâ€"| 1 Together they tore the heavy draPâ€" of the les e main theme son turns our thought to t;emperancU,"! eries _ asideâ€"dropped themâ€"sprang of the lessons. Temperance is a world in OUur accepted sense of that word. | ; for the long motor coats that hung question just as the missionary moveâ€" It has to do with the physical andg , ready. ment is. Temperance is a vital part moral effects of drunkenness. The] "Stay hero, Nurse! Have hot bot of the missionary movement. Inâ€" writer calls attention to the ufler[f tles and things ready. They‘ll b- temperance is waste of life and soul i awlng debauch, after the first|‘ o Ailiea.. Burry, N s ).D' ney * power, just as Christianity is cons exhilaration of body and mind hasl The times it Â¥+ "’?, ! Did you count vation of life and soul power for :l; passed. , The drunkard, . perhap$| I insy ‘d EFAnE * e highest ends and purposes. We know sought to drown his woe and sorrow,| 1 s de ?11 t no(\d'any directions. The how intemperance has D sen one of th but it waits for him in the morning,l‘ rowd will t:ellâ€"xt’s a big fire. I‘ve great hindrances of the missionar 'u? greater than ever, . Perhapt he had|, got _ 'l?cters Tercoat" â€" where‘s his: work, Hfor There: ihe miifliox!sr sought to banish his weariness of| Cecie‘s?" has blazed the trail, the rum sell('i body, but, Li morning brings inâ€"| "I‘ve got itâ€"hurry!" {has followed. Moreover, the intemâ€" creased physical unfitness, Iferhupsl’ A'tenement, huge and tall, was‘Pel’anCe o.f so called C!lri‘stinn nations {;.e hid sought int‘,_ellectu_al snmulus,'!‘ faming to the sky.. Th As is a reproach to Christianity in the ut the morning finds him dull and|l of engines and oo vowey ay din eyes of many nonâ€"Christian peoples heavy. _ The life needs reloase from | | C oman q‘; e men‘s voices and a‘ A world that has turned to God pwili the burdens and heaviness of life, and | ols cbas rieking. . The crowd was bé a world that has turned to tem there are ways of escape whith red A ack 'but w'nth difficulty. Din perance. ~ create the powers of life rather than|. and confusion reigned. Ellen Winâ€"| I. Tns W z | dissipate them. While we aim at proâ€" ters, moaning under her breathl f IsDOM oF THE King, Ps. |hibition, we must see that henltzful clutched at Ned‘s arm. Suddenly the'» 101; 5â€"8. |forms of recreation are made possible| woman‘s shricking ceased. | Vs. 5, 6. Whoso . . slandereth for all. It will be noted also in the| ‘She‘s gone in! She got ’nway‘hia nreighbour. In the preceding fi}c‘ezrsw:wg{l?m ;"hhwh oo s Av takenl g:‘;’;",:""x She‘s gone after her|‘C‘"*** of the psailm, the king has been ancePâ€"gllutto(r)xy L:.nde‘;::xs uorfit;.n te/'fl\”;i' is m(;ther's voi;:o close be'hmd Enen__iexpressmg his sense of responsibility them are the waste of Kodily and soul t erpls) voiceâ€"was lifted high in 53 ruler of the kingdom. He promises * l 0. )le excitement. uweu, T‘d aâ€"gone to‘ l.lfic his power temperltely by reci)g- Vs. 82, 85. At the last it biteth like |â€"they ; couldn‘t â€" aâ€"held me back nizing his dutics to God and man a serpent. V. 29 deals with the imâ€"| neither." {Power', like anything else, can e mediate results of intemperance. This| _ Another excited, lifted voice A!“S_Gd mbemggmte‘.y. David says be Jrun deals with the final results of| | mother voiceâ€"Ellen seemed s ‘will remember what he owes to God drunkenness. When it is all too late| "But it‘s too late, Ida! 'el‘hw knov;', and to man. Now, in the following se o en P hogo s the uP is letting the Arom s ; 1 ey aren‘t verses, he describes his attitudo to a cup of poison. These words were! !See the v.rw'll en in nowâ€"don‘t you those who forget the law of temper written thousands of years ago, but! Ids she’l‘l ge“""J“St ready to fall in!, &°® in all things. He will des{’:)- they are true as ever toâ€"day. The aie bago! burned to death! Oh,'the man who is intemperate in speeclvy results of in"e""'gem"“’ are always| Poom boo: thingay . . mothor{ who speaks false things against o the seme. Pot ie 4o be Th of anâ€"| oor, poor things!" 'lm‘_lghbor ithout resard. To truth cient days is unhecded by the world | An awful death Ned had said s Him that hath an higf look; "he that (hed ‘This is one reason thal ‘US'i i short a time ago, back there i 80 is lofty eyed." This is intemperance tified prohibition. We are deu{ingr ‘hf‘autiful n ate reomn." The v re in the of pride, and ambitionâ€"the sin th;t with a subtle and treacherous foe.| | added voices went' T roices, ot.her m“(Fnlfi('s others and belittles others s hess iustified i Coodr mrom thomâ€" | things. : 00 SE t;ernblel}a]n t'}““:mifit‘[‘? self and ignores God };h? un (’i‘sl:i y :‘he wenk Trom themâ€"| [ .e | He that wa beth in a verfect * selves,. e right interpretation | | hT‘hey say t.he baby‘s burned w'ThlS is the man whose ]i;g‘c:{: ;uay. total prohibition is ‘Omr pl‘OtZ'x‘uio‘:lfz xns.‘(: \by this time!" |day to day regulated by high fdeats. wot geek to shield the CBP 1 and So‘s sie by this time! Ohâ€"5 ,,| He has a standard by hich ho PulGes womankind from the results of intemâ€"| a shudder ran through the crowd phis Nito. Theve 14 8 Dabin a" f": his frinn hinget * ’lgrotcct d ies of o. FO; the walls were caving. A cr&q};;llf;that he seeks to walk in. ';g;’;‘;'r}l:n;wlf.hi hhe“dim('u}ties :A and spouting s ce | s. 7, 8. H ils # reement, which a must admit, do had fallen l?\ parks and flamesâ€"they shall not dwd; wti’l‘zlgn wofl;Jh A h Do pl‘ovt&e a sufficient reason fott" i‘::: 44 1/ Nedt 4 tking seeks 8 my house. The action. It may be said th | Ned! Ned!" shrieke & the company of the faith that we canâ€" tors. She c "dA rieked Ellen Winâ€" ful, and shuns the com Anio h'm â€" not make people better by legislation. too was could bear no more. She the wicked. The matw}: 0}0?: oo e s n crois chg Tncuor" iramh long $\ ‘d a mother. He caught her to jonship is of the utmost im );Tapfln-:as we lggahze the liquor traffic we _ him an hid her fice in his arms. |There is a CoZpamenship ulmé hnlce.‘a.re making man worse by legislation. "Don‘t look, des F y io tight thoughts and n elps The liquor traffic is a lawless treachâ€" .‘ Tt‘g 7 » ar. Don‘t think!| Fes and right actions|erous f s tt‘s. alt fightâ€"aoe‘re all 11 as well as to wrong thoughts, : |erous force, and as such we must deal And the bables l all right. We‘ll wrong actions. Comp;mion‘{f- 8, dndf_“'lth it. We cannot compromise with Awas not of her 2:'(n gi,v)v;b};?sm;_u but it;not Ts 5 matler of cha:c;p l‘:ll;(t?u(‘)‘}i::t;wrl?u;‘hh l?ss legalize it. Thine eyes e rs j % 6 | UL 6 f art s . tors wab: thinking: atâ€"th lien “m.!c:}\mce. He that speaketh falsehood | ter (’,:w‘;_" .”;,?hmc heart shall utâ€" der at one shud. Shall not be established (Rev v | P ings. In the concludâ€" : ng moment. t was of twat athe; |Shall, have mo erimanent ue P%) ; {!nl verses the writer points out how : mother‘s babyâ€"ashes to ashes, mothe,-1 royal favor will not be éxt::;led l:e.mtelsmperance io. m the whole norâ€" ia.nd baby. Oh, she hoped there‘d bee ‘those who practise deceit. The f (t)"ma vourse of life. Mind and tongue |\ time to get to itâ€"to d been will not be the scene of 79 court| and body are all out of joint. The snatch it into craft, but of hones‘te :nds‘jl’})fl;ty and do not function aright. I will scr;: sty aith. The it yet again. Yet ge has power t(; Another excited, lifted voice. A mother voiceâ€"Ellen seemed to know. "But it‘s too late, Ida! They aren‘t letting the firemen in nowâ€"don‘t you see the walls are just ready to fall in! Ida, she‘ll be burned to death! Oh, the baby! _ Oh, the poor mother! Poor, poor things!" An awful death Ned had said so short a time ago, back there in the beautiful safe room. The voices, other added voices, went on saying terrible things. "So‘s she by this time! Ohâ€"0000â€"*" ; a shudder ran through the crowd.; For the walls were caving. A crash| and spouting sparks and flamesâ€"they : had fallen in. | REAVCE LAZITOTT AMZ "Ned! Ned!" shricked Ellen Winâ€" tors. She could bear no more. She too was a mother. He caught her to him and hid her face in his arms. "Yes, I am a mother!" she whisâ€" pered, at last answering the stern question of her soul. Then dire panic seized Ellen Winters. ‘Ned, we can‘t find them! They‘re lost!" _ She hurled herself upon strange little ones in the surging crowd only to be freshly disappointed, freshly frantic. One small creature, almost a Cicily, she clasped to her and refused to give up until Ned gently released the child who wanted its own mother. "Come dear," ho soothed, "I am going to take you homeâ€"I can hunt better all by myself. Besides, I‘ve set the police hunting. You must obey, Nell. I‘m Decider of This!" He tried to coax a smile but in vain. They went homeward in spite of Ellen‘s objections, he, talking steadâ€" ily to keep her mind from dwelling on terrible things, she, dwelling shudâ€" deringly. November 12, 1923 Peter met them at the front door A sobered but unrepented Poter. _ "Here‘s us!" he greeted gravely "Was you lookin‘ for us? I brang 99 * The Sunday _ Vs. 7, 8. He that worketh deceit not provide a sulhi shall not dwell within my house. The action. It may be ‘king seeks the company of the faithâ€" not make people b ‘ful, and shuns the companionship of Very true, but ren the wicked. The matter of companâ€" as we legalize th fjonship is of the utmost importance.‘are making man w |There is a cozepanionship that helps The liquor traffic | to right thoughts and right actions{erous force, and a: ‘as woll as to wrong thoughts, and with it We cann wrong actions. Companionship should | it, much less lega ‘not be a matter of chance but of!shull behold . . th |choice. He that speaketh falschood ter perverse thing \shall not be established (Rev. Ver.); ing verses the wr ‘shall have no permanent place. The intemperance dest: {royal favor will not be extended to mal course of life ‘those who practise deceit. The court and body are all will not be the scene of subtlety and do not function & ‘craft, but of honesty and faith. The it yet again. Ye \king seeks to order heart, home andlhrea.k away _‘from And Nurse toasted us; we‘re all} "I‘ve only got a minute, while she‘s‘ toasted now. Father, there was a'asleep. I came over to tell youâ€"} woman all burned upâ€"up! An‘ her!we've got a baby, Nell! Hush, let me little boy was all burned up. Iâ€"I|talk! Richard chose the very homeâ€" cried, but Cecie didn‘t. Cecie said if| liest one, I do believe, but I can make she‘d been the mother she‘d been glad| her pretty! I canâ€"love her pretty. she‘d burned all up, too." Oh, the I‘ve begun now. I told Richard we‘d ‘etmnal motherness of Cecies, little borrow one for todayâ€"when you, and big! 1 phoned you were going to have a real | "Father, are you glad ‘twasn‘t us home Thanksgiving. We had to have, ‘\burnedâ€"Mother, would you have run| a real bowe one, too. I sent him to in and burâ€"" | the RBaby Home for one. Nell, do | ‘Oh, darlings, don‘tâ€"don‘tâ€"don‘t?"} you think we‘d give that baby up afâ€" ! And Ellien Winters on her knecs beâ€"| terâ€"after it snugged its little soft |fore her unharmed darlings felt a head in our necks! And went to | great light sweep in on the tide of sleepâ€"here?" She laid her hand | her child‘s words, the glaring and, upon her breast. "Andâ€"we‘d kissed |\ awful light of truth. She saw herâ€"|its little kneesâ€"let me go! Don‘t lself in the light once more and heard, keep me or I‘ll cry I am so happyâ€"" the question. ’ "Neddie," whispered Nell later, Half an hour later the childrcni“'h"“ "own smells" like holy incense were still downstairs. Mothcr‘d seng Of Home and Joy floated through the | Nurse away! â€" Mother‘d held ‘em both big house, "did you think a Thanksâ€" |;n han naumeâ€"ta> auaat An' Father'd gi\’ing‘ (‘ould be s0 “ery thankful?" to right thoughts and righnt acuions erONS JOPOU, ANMO &8 ©290 7700 C Daald s as w%ll as tf wrong t.hcfixghts. and | with it, We cannot compromise with| . Such is not economy, but an aborâ€" wrong actions. Companionship should |it, much less legalize it. Thine eycsttlon Of it, for it does not save. In not be a matter of chance but oflsha.ll behold . . thine heart shall utâ€" fact, it is an extravagance, because choice. He that speaketh falschood ter perverse things. In the concludâ€"| what it conserves in material things sfiafi ;‘wt be established (Rlpv. Ve;l)l; ing verses thedw€iur ;ao‘intshox‘xt how it takes out in human lives. One of sha ave no permanent place. e intemperance destroys the whole nOorâ€"| thy test extravs # royal favor wirfi not be éxtended to mal course of life. Mind and tongue: call(:l”(a*c;\:\:;‘\(-‘ “f;i(_’;’lmy:l';;‘(:: 3‘\“ hF: those who practise deceit. The court and body are all out of joint. They man bei “ o PikCient a dh e nu« will not be the scene of subtlety and do not function aright. I will seek xnfl ‘--n.:. icient and happy. It craft, but of honesty and faith. The it yet again. Yet he has power to means less ability to do the things king seeks to order heart, home and hbreak away from his course of life. Which will bring greater earning court aright. |He is chained as well as poisoned. | power, and besides, most generally keumimuuururmccconmmuecacecmmmmmenmnneaecueememaanimameacmemmemananatzmntame t tze en n < i it i on Eb"mk‘l an even greater expenditure of Cecie homeâ€"of course I brang her.’ Early on Thanksgiving day Esther the meager fi“‘“.““al resources because I made her wear my coat. An‘ I said| Sherman appeared but could not be of the doctor bills which come as m trnun!‘ an‘ we runnedâ€"ranned., I mez\n.! induced to sit down. 'cor'xfeqtlerc'e‘ L T C Cecie homeâ€"of course I brang her.l 1 made her wear my coat. An‘ I said ‘run!‘ an‘ we runnedâ€"ranned, I me:\n.“ And Nurse toasted us; we‘re all toasted now. Fathcr, there was a woman all burned upâ€"up! An‘ her little boy was all burned up. Iâ€"I cried, but Cecie didn‘t. Cecie said if she‘d been the mother she‘d been glad she‘d burned all up, too." Oh, the eternal motherness of Cecies, little and big! Half an hour later the children were still downstairs. Mother‘d sent Nurse away! Mother‘d held ‘em both in her arms to oncee! An‘ Father‘d held ‘em. An‘â€"my/ Only girls went to sleep those times. Peter stayed broad awake an‘ had splendid times! "Peter, how would you like an oldâ€" fashioned Thanksgiving right here in our diningâ€"roomâ€"andâ€"and kitchen, Peter? And you and Cecie smelling the good smells every time the ovenâ€" door opened? No cooks ‘round, no Nurses, and Mother in a blueâ€"checked apronâ€"" ."Father can wear one, too!" laughâ€" ed Nell unevenly. "Neddic? Jugt us four together? Us four, alive and safe "Us four! Us four an‘ Thanksâ€" givin‘!" sang Cccie to the world at large. It was a kind of a song. She liked it. So did Father. The Decider of Things had it all deâ€" cided. She slipped away to the tele phone and explained to the girls. Back she flew, joyous with her news. "I got them all three. They are, Did you ever try to drive nails into all rather relieved, Ned, and I told: seasoned timber, such as white oak, them about that fAight of little steps, post oak or hickory? Hard job, wasn‘t on the edge of the woods, and they all it? I have learned that axle grease want the little steps to have the dinâ€" or lubricating oil applied freely to the ner! The girls are dears! J told point of the nail will make it drive them how that boy Genie said it much easier and the grease also preâ€" wasn‘t the same to smell other folks‘ vents the nail rusting in the timber. smellsâ€"now he can smell ‘own‘ sinells!; Use any grade of oil or grease, just I‘ll send word out to them the first so it is greasy, and be careful to get thing Monday. Neddie, Peter, Mothâ€" none on the nailâ€"head, for your hamâ€" er‘s going to baste the turkey!" lmc»r will slip off and bend the nail "And _ Thanksgiving," _ repeated Father. "Thanksgiving, Nell!" ONTARIO ARC TORONTO "Nicest 199 NOVEMBER 4 ERUY. wane 2C CCC Vs. 29, 81. Who hath wo¢ . . r(d-] ness of eye? This section of the les-l son turns our thought to temperance, | in our accepted sense of that word. | It has to do with the physical M idy moral effects of drunkenness. The | writer calls attention to the after| effects of a debauch, after the first exhilaration of body and mind hasl passed. â€" The drunkard, â€" perhaps,| sought to drown his woe and sorx:ow,l but it waits for him in the morning, | greater than ever. Perhaps he had sought to banish his weariness of| body, but the morning brings inâ€"| creased physical unfitness. Perhaps | he had sought intellectual stimulus,| but the morning finds him dull xmd| heavy. The life needs release from} the burdens and heaviness of life, and| there are ways of escape which reâ€"| create the powers of life rather than idissipate them. While we aim at gro- ‘hibition, we must see that healthful :forms of recreation are made possible for all. It will be noted also in the chnrter from which the lesson is takenl deals with other evils of intemiwr- anceâ€"giluttony and im&xrity. All of them are the waste of bodily and soul It is reported that since 1914 the horse population of Russia has deâ€" creased about oneâ€"half. It is said that approximately 16,000,000 of the horses have been eaten by the people. "Better washers for water faucets can be made of cardboard than of leather," says a plumber, "for the cardboard swells when wet and preâ€" vents leakage." And Neddie wiped her motherâ€" tender eyes on the corner of the big blue apron. On Thanksgiving Day give special thanks for the blessings of friendâ€" ship. + . . . "Give thanks, oh, Heart of mine, with very mirth for meed ‘To Him who gave us knowledge of the cunnin> of the seed, For beauty © he growing and the joy of blossoming And granting of the harvest from the promise of the Spring." ~â€"Theodosia Garrison. head, for your hamâ€"‘> More farm machinery is put on the and bend the naifl. â€"junk pile by neglect than by use. Farming is more thain a business. It is also a life, a life which many people who have had opportunity to compare it with urban life groltly prefer, Many of the people w:t'h thl.l viewpoint have been able to sntu_fy it only after they have passed middle life or, perhaps, have not sooner apâ€" preciated the advantages of farm life. Some have made their comparisons while young and decided in favor of ithe farm, regardless of the handicaps involved. I If the experience of the older peoâ€" | ple, who go back to the farm life |from choice after middle life, is | worth anything, the young people iwho make farm life their first choice |\ are on the right track. From the | standpoint of a satisfactory and ;wholesome life, there can be no doubt iabout it when the possibilities of | present farm living conditions are | considered. And, from a business | standpoint, they are making no misâ€" take in the long run. While farmâ€" ing may not be on a par with some \other present business opportunities, ‘so far as immediate returns are conâ€" lcerncd, it is a stable business in which | average successes are probably more numerous than are average successes \in most other lines. It is not alone | in being subject to periods of depresâ€" |sion, and it holds no hazard of unemâ€" “p‘oyment with which industrial and | office workers must ever contend. All of these factors should be well considered by young people who stand at the fork of the road, where they must choose between farm life in God‘s open country and the possibility of an unsatisfactory existence in the crowded city. The term home economiecs is a comâ€" paratively new one. It has to do with the use of economy in the home. In our general conception of the term, economy in the home is as old as the hills Sometimes it has been pracâ€" ticed with a strictness and necessity that is often painful. This oldâ€"time economy involves the doing withoutâ€" it means carrying water from outâ€" doors, the battening of every source of ventilation to save fuel, the eating of cheap and unwholesome food to keep the grocery bill down. Household economis, on the other hand, means the doing of more work with less effort, better eating often with less cost, and a happier and healthier home. Household economics should be of interest to the men folks for in the home the man is kept fit or made unfit for his daily tasks. The home is the maintenance and repair dogartment of a man‘s ability. 111 health and its attending unhapâ€" piness which result from haphazard economy, are the greatest of human extravagances. True houschold ecoâ€" nomics will conserve both health and finances, and will bring the result in happiness. Thanksgiving. Thanks- f(!r the little things, dear The baby‘s wavering smile, May‘s tiny shoes beneath her bed, Roplr_d arms upflung about her he (She sleeping sweet thnwh'xle.)-~ Thanks for the kindly things, dear Lordâ€" The kitchen‘s westward view, Bill‘s patience when the meals are The ge@denrod beside the gate, The old cat‘s friendly mew, . Thanks for the human things, dear Over hi}l, over dale, ‘Cross the stream, 6‘er the vale Romping through the meadows "Spot" and I are often seen,. J yously we romp along, While my heart is filled with s« Prayers of thanks, dear Lord, For a brave and loyal friend. â€"Helen L Gooclmln. The age limit sho:ldflr:o‘t be put on afowl'olonguitmintatncncoo‘ breeding condition. Bill‘s rough cheek on my arm, The funny dent in baby‘s nose, The backward way May‘s red hair growsâ€"â€" Like her own perverse charm. The big things are Thy keepin Lordâ€" Life, Truth and Love and Poace, But little, kindly, human things, Are like the touch of ange! wings, Whose blessings never cease, â€"Margarct W. Jackso HOME ECONOMICS PRACTICAL A Perfect Day. re Thy keeping, | with song, Jackson, The r« or not t gorious | had anyt ambition Barah S more, P# rani yea! le g! re @1 1¢ t« l« Ing @1 ul &1 Ja Jn A S« §he‘s a Grandm STORIES OF WE KNOWN PEOPL