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if GENERAL SPORTING. "You'll have to give me a little time. If I'd been notified I wouldn't have J5 I I ill kept you waiting a minute this cold night." It was not the keeper. The NOTES AND COMMENT ON CURRENT EVENTS. man by the door took one step forward and put his arm round her and kissed her.

"What are you talkin about? said Current Happenings In the It oped Arena A Shortstop llilllardltit Expert New York's Horse Show Jiarnle tud lirooklyu Next Year. New York Homeshotr. I learn that the light-harness korso were given more prominence at the recent New York horse show than ever before, and Madiscn Square Garden was the horseman's Mecca chow week. I used to attend the shows regularly, and shall never forget the exhibitions old Mambrlno King gave on the tanbark. A commission of Frenchmen on a tour of Inspection of our horses many years ago styled King "the handsomest horse In the world," and the title has stuck to him ever since.

He was a grand horse when in his prime, but age has swayed his back considerably. Few sires there are like the gallant old chestnut. Ho has -sired everything from a 2:07 pacer and a 2:08 trotter to prize-winning coach horses, for the Hamlins several times have taken away money with hia get in the hackney classes at the garden. Itariile to Ma-iiux lirooklyn. William Barnie, a Brooklyn man, will manage the Brooklyn base ball team in 1897.

This selection was made by HE Corbett-Shar-key Fitzsimmons pot-pourri is simmering rather, low at the present writing. The gentlemen are all alive in different parts of the country, however, and they will effervesce again nresently. What some attribute to be the matter is found in the political situation, in Thanksgiving Day. which the general volume of vocal detonation has seemed for the nonce to make oratorical runt3 of our regular 1 ismKLVd old stand-bys. Soon the heavyweight patiently to get her tiny farm into HAT if the gold of the corn lands Is faded to sombre gray? And what if the down of the own hands.

He had advanced some money upon it in her extremity, and pretended that there was still a debt, after he had cleared her wood lot to pay himself back. He would plow over the graves in the field-corner and fell the great elms, and waited for his poor M'jXx thistle Is riDened and scattered era a mc a prey like a spider. He had often re proached her for being too generous to chiefs will come out of their little dilemma smiling. About the last heard anent the matter under consideration, I believe, is the idea of San Franciscans to bring Sharkey and Fitz together for ten rounds, on the grounds that the Corbett-Sharkey affair is off. This, of course, will be strenuously objected to by Corbett, and not without some reason, providing he was honest in his efforts to meet Fitz the last time they talked in New York, as he certainly was before the Kangaroo went to England.

A little phase of the matter worth considering, perhaps, is the constantly growing wrath of Tom Sharkey. He says Corbett has been trying to make a sucker of him a most heinous offense in the lexicon of the sporty while Fitzsimmons, not satisfied with berating him, has spok John Harris. "You ain't goin' to make me feel like a stranger. I've come all the way from Dakota to spend Thanksgivin'. There's all sorts o' things out here in the wagon, an' a man to help get 'em in.

Why don't you cry so, There's gold in the gathered harvest; There's homely and heartsome cheer; And so we will be full joyous i wis; zzm-yv the barrow two pumpkins containing pies, doughnuts, etc. One pumpkin in front with celery and cranberries; large oval pumpkin in the center with turkey, decorated with laurel sprigs; spaces filled up with white potatoes and sweet potatoes; at the head of the barrow, on pole, a little banner "A Thanksgiving greeting from the friends of Mrs. Gray." Now, don't you think Joe Emery's was a new and jolly "pumpkin lark?" B. P. The day of thanksgiving is here.

en insulting words about his 'father. worthless people in the past and coming to be a charge to others now. Oh, if she could only die in her own house and not suffer the pain of homeless-ness and dependence! It was ju6t at sunset, and as she looked out hopelessly across the gray fields, there was a sudden gleam of light far away on the low hills beyond, the clouds opened in the west and let the sunshine through. One lovely gleam shot 6wift as an arrow and brightened a far cold hillside where it fell, and the same moment a sudden gleam of hope brightened the winter landscape of her heart. "There was Johnny Harris," said Mary Ann, softly.

"He was a soldier's sou, left an orphan and distressed. Old John Mander scolded, but I couldn't see the poor boy want. I kep' him that year after he got hurt, spite o' what anybody said, an' he helped me what little he could. He said I was the only For that crack Tom has promised to AY, Bill, 'spose we fellows give Widow Gray a regular surprise party Thanksgiving eve. "I heard those Maitland boys WILLIAM BARNIE.

President Byrne and Treasurer Abell and should be popular with both players and public. Barnie has had a long experience as a manager of ball players, combining a3 he does a thorough knowledge of the game with a magnet whip Fitz on sight; he will also pull Corbett's nose, unless the latter speed A sigh for the vanished splendor Of the autumn's purple and red For the golden-rod that is whitened, For the gentian bloom that is dead; Then turn to the hearthstone cheery; Behold, 'tis the time of year To count our blessings and mercies The day of thanksgiving is here. Bare and brown in the shadows, The meadowland meets the gaze, Where the bold, blithe bee went seeking Its sweets in the summer days The honey is stored in plenty So what if the winter is near? The time is not one for. repining Mother Robb. I thought you'd have a great laugh if I come an' surprised you.

Don't you remember I said I should?" It was John Harris indeed. The poor soul could say nothing. She felt now as if her heart was going to break with joy. He left her in the rocking-chah and came and went in his old bonny way, bringing in his store of gifts and provisions. It was better than any dream.

He laugked and talked and went out to send the man to bring a wagonful of wood from John Mander's, and came in himself laden with pieces of the nearest fence to keep the fire going in the meantime. They must cook the steak for supper right away; they must find the package of tea among all the other bundles; they must get good fires started in bath the bedrooms. Why, Mother Robb didn't seem to be I Let Us Be Thankful. ily comes to an understanding for another match with him. If Sharkey is "froze" out of the three-cornered wrangle It is said that his manager, Lynch, bragging to little Tom Gray what a splendid Thanksgiv ism that makes him a popular man with every one he meets.

ing they were going to have, will take him to Johannesburg, South Africa. and Tom said, 'I guess we used to have A iool Thing. Boxing-club managers In New York OME from Hamlt and city, Home o'er river and sea, The boy3 and girls are coming To keep Thanksgiving with me, are talking of getting up blacklists to ConnefT Defeated. The cable brings the result of the protect themselves against certain Ir as good a time as anybody when father was alive; but mother says we mustn't expect a turkey or a mince pie this year. "I lay awake last night ever so and planned it all out.

You and I will go up to 'Squire Fiske father says he's series of races between Fred E. Ba regularities and other things of the mother he'i ever had. 'I'm goin' out West, Mother says he. 'I shan't con, England's champion runner, and mm. ready for company from out West! The constantly growing bulk of glovemen.

Along this line Jim Kennedy of the Tommy Conneff, the pride of old Ire great cheerful fellow hurried about the land and America's ex-amateur cham Hugh is a judge, they tell mm tiny house, and the little old a big heart and I shouldn't won- The day of thanksgiving is here. The fruit has matured in its season, The sunshine has ripened the seed, Then sing to the Lord of the harvest A song of thanksgiving indeed. The morn and the moon have passed by us; 'Tis the sweet afternoon of the year; So let not your tribute be lacking The day of thanksgiving is here. Hattie Whitney. limped after him, forgetting everything der, if we tell him how hard Widow pion, which took place at Bolton, England.

There was a great crowd present, and Bacon was made the favorite in the betting. The distance was me, And John is a learned divine. They were always more than common. Gray works to get along and keep the boys at school, if he'll give the turkey, Maspeth Institution has been saying something regarding Peter Maher or his backers and certain New Yorkers have threatened to put Joe Walcott on the forbidden list for his semi-foul fighting and the general aspect of cus-sedness he presents within the ropes. but hospitality.

Had not she a house for John to come to? Were not her old chairs and tables in their places still? And he remembered everything and then the biggest thing of all will one mile, at which Conneff had pre Those sturdy lads of mine. come back till I get an' then he'd look at me an' laugh, so pleasant an' boyish. He wa'n't one that liked to write. I don't think he was doin' very well when I heard there, it's years ago now. I always thought if he got sick or anything, I should have a good home for him.

There was Ezra Blake, the deaf one, too he won't have any place to come to The light faded out of doors, and again Mrs. Robb's troubles stood before her. Yet it was not so dark as it had been in her sad heart. She still sat by the window, hoping now, in spite of herself, instead of fearing; and a curious feeling of nearness and expectancy made her feel not so much light-hearted as light-headed. "I feel just as if somethin' was goin' -ffv5.

Laura, my pride, my darling, And my little Rosalie, And the children all are coming To keep Thanksgiving with me. Boston Billy Smith, after fifteen round of mixture with Walcott, once remarked that the Barbadocs dwarf exhaled from his hide a knockout odor that would cause a man to jump the ropes and try to get out of the building to save his life. Remembrances of whiffs of Joe's Jockey club are probably what ails the New York kickers. viously been 6een at his best, and at which distance he holds the record; but he was far from in good fettle on this occasion and was beaten by thirty yards, with comparative ease, in the slow time of 4m. 35 3-5s.

The time is evidence that the winner did not have to exert himself, and is proof conclusive that his opponent was in poor condition. Tommy has been very unfortunate in getting on the match so soon after his arrival in Ireland. be off my mind. "Then I want at least six pumpkins, and here comes in the fun these 'surprise pumpkins' will be such pumpkins as you've never seen in all your life. You just come up to our barn to-night, at seven o'clock, and bring your pock-etknife, sharpened up, and I'll show you what I mean by 'surprise And seven o'clock that November night found as jolly and happy a half-dozen boys as you'd wish to see, collected in Mr.

Emery's barn. Six of the biggest pumpkins one oval in shape and six boys and six knives busy at work on the straw-covered floor. IIHAHGIVINO to happen," she said. "Poor Johnny Harris, perhaps he's thinkin' o' me, if it iin: -we e-mail -h HERE was a sad he's alive." 1 -Wmmmm It was dark now out of doors, and there were tiny clicks against the win An Important Match. The latest, and quite an important match in the international line, is that arranged between Eddy Connelly of this side and Tom Causer of England.

It will not be for championship honors but it ought to be pretty nearly as good. Causer is the English lightweight who challenged Kid Lavigne Turf Note. Welcome, has gone lame. J. Malcolm Forbes paid 3,000 for Baron Rogers, 2:102.

James Dustin has returned to New England from Palo Alto. John Kelly will sever his connection with James Butler, Jan. 1. Gus Macey got a cheap horse in Dick Hubbard, at $1,500. Grover C.

2:25, brought $900 at auction in New York last week. King of Diamonds, 3-year-old rec dow. It was beginning to snow, and the great elms creaked in the rising i 'h wind overhead heart in the low-storied, dark little house that stood humbly by the roadside under some tall elms. Small as her house was, old Mrs. Robb found it too large for herself alone; she only needed the (at 128 pounds) after the Kid had dis A dead limb of one of the old trees had fallen that autumn, and poor firewood as it had been, it was Mrs.

Robb's own, and she had burnt it most thankfully. There was only a small armful left, but at least she could have the The great world's din is softened Ere it reaches this abode, This mountain farm, that lieth Under the smile of God. So open the doors and windows, And let in the golden air, Sweep out the dust and cobwebs. And make the old home fair. For swift from Hamlet and city Swift over river and sea, My boys and girls are hasting To keep Thanksgiving with me.

Agnes Kincaid. Lnve'n Service. Love always gives. Service has a thousand forms, says the Christian Herald. Sometimes it is poverty that stands at our door and relief is wanted.

More often it is not money nor bread, but something more precious, friendship, sympathy. Sorrow or loneliness is before us. A mother's heart is breaking. Money would be useless it would be mockery. But we can hold to the neighbor's lips a cup of the wine of love, filled out of our own heart, which will hearten the sufferer.

Or it is the anguish of a life struggle, a human Gethsemane, beside which we are called to watch. We can give no actual aid the soul must fight its battles alone; but we can be as the angel that ministered to our Lord's Gethsemane imparting strength and helping the weary struggler to win the victory. kitchen and a tiny bedroom that led luxury of a fire. She had a feelin that it was her last night at home, and with strange recklessness she began to out of it, and there still remained the best room and a bedroom, with the low garret overhead. There had been a time, after she was left alone, when fill the stove as she used to do in better days.

Mrs. Robb could help those who were poorer than herself. She owned a pig posed of Dick Burge. Causer has been spoken of as a good man and he will have to be to hold up his end with Connelly. The American is only about 20 years old, stands 5 feet 9 Inches in height and boxes at 130 to 133 pounds.

He was reaching up dangerously close to a try with any of them when Billy Ernst, who has been noticed above, set him back a peg in nine rounds, which happened last April. A Shortstop Expert. Although Lanson Perkins, billiard instructor of the Chicago Athletic Association, has not made a brilliant showing In the present roomkeepers' tourney, it is somewhat remarkable from the fact that he has not played in a match for ten years. The expert has had a varied experience, playing In all and was strong enough not only to do "I'll get me good an' warm," she said, still talking to herself, as lonely people do, "an' I'll go to bed early. It's comin' on to storm." The snow clicked faster and faster against the window, and she sat alone thinking tint ffwMn a woman's work inside her house, but also a man's work outside in her piece of garden ground.

At last sickness and ord wears hopples and goggles. Ottlnger may trot In the east next season. He 13 at 2:094, but can trot still faster. at L. has entirely recovered from the lameness which troubled him earlier in the season.

Anteeo, 2:16, has been returned to Penn Valley farm. It seems hard work to sell him straight. Marcus Daly presented Ed Tipton with the racing qualities of China Silk, the great 2-year-old stake-winner. John Payne has commenced suit against his former employer, D. A.

Sncll. owner of Jupe, 2:13, for $5,000. There is a horse out on the eastern half-mile tracks named Ordinary. It is no misnomer. Judging from his summaries.

Five of the get of Sphinx entered the list one afternoon recently at Saginaw. It has been a great year for this successful Michigan sire. in the dark "There's lots o' folks I love," she age had come hand in hand, those two relentless enemies of the poor, and together they had wasted her strength and substance. She had always been looked up to by her neighbors as be "DON'T YOU CRY SO!" and kissed her as they stood before the fire as if she were a girl. He had found plenty of hard times, but luck had come at last.

He had struck luck, and this was the end of a great year. "No, I couldn't seem to write letters; no use to complain o' the worst, an' I wanted to tell you the best when I and he told it while she cooked the supper. "No. I wa'n't goin' to write no foolish letters," John repeated. He was afraid he should cry himself when he found out how bad things had been; and they sat down to supper together, just as they used to when he was a homeless orphan boy, whom nobody else wanted in winter weather while he was crippled and could not work.

She could not be kinder now than she was then but she looked so poor and old! He saw her taste her cup of tea and set it down again, with a trembling hand and a look at him. "No, I wanted to come myself," he blustered, wiping his eyes and trying to laugh. "And you're going to have everything you need' to make you comfortable long's you live, Mother Robb!" She looked at him again and nodded, but she did not even try to speak. said once. "They'd be sorry I ain't got nobody to come an' no supper the night THIS WAS THE PROGRAMME.

First the pumpkins were cut in two afore Thanksgivin'. I'm dreadful glad ing independent, but now she was left, they don't know." And she drew a lit parts, about two-thirds from the base; lame-footed and lame-handed, with The world Is very full of sorrow and the principal cities of the United States. tie nearer to the fire, and laid her head back drowsily in the old rocking-chair. It seemed only a moment before there was a loud knocking, and somebody lifted the latch of the door. The fire debt to carry and her bare land, and the house ill-provisioned to stand the siege of time.

For a while she managed to get on, but at last it began to be whispered about that it was no use trial, and we cannot live among our fellow men and be true without sharing their loads. If we are happy we must hold the lamp of our happiness so that for. any one to be so proud; it was eas shone bright through the front of the old stove and made a little light in Perkins' entrance into the billiard world was novel. He had never played the gentleman's game before 1868, In which year he went to California. An application to act as roomkeeper at the Grand Hotel waa accepted upon the assurance that he thoroughly understood the game.

work was evidently satisfactory, for he retained the position five years, then going to the Oc- ier for the whole town to care for her than for a few neighbors, and she had the room, but Mary Ann Robb waked up frightened and bewildered. then both parts were scooped out, leaving the yellow rind about an inch in thickness; then a green willow withe or switch was cut the right length and put into the smallest part of the divided pumpkin (the cover), for a handle. Then the boys put a thin coat of varnish over their work, and left to dry on a shelf in the barn a row of splendid new-fashioned orange-colored dishes and covers! The next three days were busy days, I can tell you, for the surprise party; but 'Squire Fiske gave the turkey and the "fixings" celery and cranberries and Joe's mother made a real Yankee plum-pudding; and Will's sister better go to the poorhouse before win ter, and be done with it. At this ter "Who's there?" she called, as she rible suggestion her brave heart seemed to stand still. The people whom she red most for happened to There was a good, hot supper ready, found her crutch and went to the door.

She was conscious of only her one great fear. "They've come to take me to the poorhouse!" she said, and burst into tears. There was a tall man, not John Mander, who seemed to fill the narrow Marston C. 3-year-old brought but $700 at auction over east last week. He is by Piedmont, dam Maiden, 2:23, by Electioneer.

Dick, 2:12, and Nutshell, 2:15, recently trotted a mile at Fleetwood in 2:16. They go the way of the auction next month In New York. A Kentucky farmer exchanged a horse for a dozen and a half freshly killed rabbits. This breaks the record of the blue-grass low-ebb market. Brood mares sold very low at the Kentucky sales during the recent meeting.

A number of the drivers picked up a few for speculative e'it was the and her own folks had be poor, s.d she could no longer go into their households to make herself of night before Thanksgi vie. use. The very elms overhead seemed to say "No" as they groaned in the late it will fall upon the shadowed heart. If we have no burden, it is our duty to put our shoulders under the load of others. Selfishness must die or else our own heart's life must be frozen within us.

We soon learn that we cannot live for ourselves and be Christians; that the blessings that are sent ti3 are to be 6hared with others and that we are only God's almoners to carry them in Christ's name to those for whom they were intended. Thankful. "I don't see what makes people go to football games on Thanksgiving Day," remarked his wife. "'It hasn't anything to do with the spirit of the occasion." "Oh, yes. It has," was the reply.

"I never went to a football game in my life that I didn't feel tremendously thankful that I wasn't one of the players." Ex. The above goes very well with the experience of the little girl, who, locked up the dog in a dark closet while the family were at church Thanksgiving Day, so that he might be thankful when they came home and let him out. The old-time honored custom of mak ing a festival at Thanksgiving, as, in deed, at all other national, holidays, is simple, beautiful, right, l'itrhem Who Hit. There is a futi for the pitcher who is on intimate terms with the ball, No greater argument can be ad made two such pies, as Will said mince and squash and the other boys' mothers and sisters made doughnuts and cookies and all sorts of "goodies" for the Thanksgiving tea. On Thanksgiving eve, at eight p.

might have been seen a torchlight procession moving across the mealow from Mr. Emery's barn, and along the lane that led to Widow Gray's cottage at the other end of the village. And this was the programme: Two boys with Chinese lanterns; two little Chinamen bearing on a pole between them a real Chinese tea-chest filled with tea and sugar; wheelbarrow, alternately wheeled by Joe Emery and Will Somerby. On each side of vanced In favor of these holidays than that we continue zealously to keep them up In letter if not in spirit. When we think of the terrible hard while the twlrler with a batting average of .113 or thereabouts seldom finds a ledge on which to land In the grand drop to obscurity.

There Is scarcely a club In the tend to-day that cannot show a fielder or two whose career waa ships the Puritans were constantly un dergoing, and yet of the feast which they spread in the wilderness when we think of their brave cheery ways.ef LANSON PERKINS. their courage that stopped at nothing, and of that first primeval Thanksgiv cidental Hotel for a similar length of time. He left California in 1879, tour ing dinner with its attendant praise- autumn winds, and there was something appealing even to strange passers-by in the look of the little gray house, with Mrs. Robb's pale, worried face at the window. Anniversaries are days to make other people happy in, but sometimes when they come they seem to be full of shadows, and the power of giving joy to others, that inalienable right which ought to lighten the saddest heart, the most indifferent sympathy, sometimes even this seems to be withdrawn.

So poor old Mary Ann Robb sat at her window on the afternoon before Thanksgiving and felt herself to be poor and sorrowful indeed. Across the frozen road she looked eastward over a great stretch of cold meadow-land, brown and windswept and crossed by icy ditches. It seemed to her as if in all the troubles that she had known and carried before this, there had always been some hope to hold, as if she had never looked poverty full in the face and seen its cold and pitiless look before. She looked anxiously down the road, with a horrible shrinking and dread at the thought of being asked, out of pity, to join in some Thanksgiving feast, but there was nobody coming with gifts in hand. Once she had been full of love for such days, whether at home or abroad, but something had chilled her very heart now, old woman.

Her nearest neighbor had been fore-'rnost of those who wished her to go to jibe town-farm, and he had said more it an once that it was the only sensible 1-hihgv But John Mander was waiting service and air of hearty cheer, we can not help regretting that a little of that old-time sentiment has not descended not marked by early duty In the box before the day of the slab. While th majority of pitchers very poor hitters 18 of the last 28 on this year's batting list are twlrlers soroe of the heaviest sluggers In the League were once masters of the curved ball. Elmer Smith, George Van Haltren and Tom Parrott are all "exes" whj are at home In the Society of Jack Stivetts has expressed a desire tv quit the slab for another position. Th big Bostonlan Is a trifle too slow on Ma pins to create much of a senaatlon In the garden, but he thinks he will da to the present generation. We who have everything to be thank THERE WAS A TALL MAN.

"Come, let me in!" he said gayly. "It's ful for are often thankful for little. We a cold nignt. you aiant expect me, did you. Mother Robb?" ing the country for two years and winning up in Arizona, where he assisted In the administration of law as a deputy sheriff for some time.

Coming east, Perkins "broke even" with Joe Meyers In two matches at Minneapolis. After a short time In Chicago the expert went to New York In 1884 and began giving lessons. Another year was spent in a tour of the south. Perkins yielded to the fascinations of Chicago In lfDO, and has been in this city ever Einct. He is playing lr the present tourney as a representative of Bensing-er's room.

His stroke Is easy and entirely natural, and he has always played it the same as he does now. Local who are surrounded by every comfort are often as ungrateful as if we were surrounded by none. If one does not appreciate one's mercies, one may aa "Dear me! What in it?" she faltered, stepping back as he came in and drop well have calamities, for what does ping her "Be I dreamin'? I was a-dreamin' about Oh there! prosperity signify if one is not glad? Let us then be truly, heartily glad for What was I a-sayin'? 'Tain't No! I've made some kind of a mistake." the beautiful world that surrounds us, for the books, the flowers, the pictures, the music, the love of kith and kin, the Yes, this was the man who kept the Hominy Brussels Sprout Apple and Celery Salad Cheese Wafers Thanksgiving Plum Pudding Hard Sauce Squash Pie Mince Pie Fruit Nuts Confectionery Coffee Cream of Chestnuts Croutons Fricassee of Oysters Olives Roast Turkey Giblet Stufilng Cranberry Sauce Mashed Potatoes Diced Turnip New Cider Apollinaris White Velvet Sherbet Roast Duck Currant poorhouse, and she. would go without at first. There is no discount on Stir-etts' hitting qualities, but he Is not likely to supersede Tom Tucker jusl yet.

There is one more possible surprise. Walter Thornton, who pitched a few games for Chicago early In th spring and was subsequently farmed to Rockford, then to Grand Raptdi snd finally recalled, may be a the Chicago outfield next season- isping words of children, the helpful complaint; they might have given her hands of friends for all this and much notice, but she must not fret. enthusiasts are much pleased to see the old-L'mer again In public, and think when his nervousness wears off he will make a much better showing. more which we receive with apparent "Sit down, sir," she said, turning to ndiiterence. ward him with touching patience..