Boone County Recorder . J'adjureyou m ! RupertI sanglotaient suis persuadé rétorqua le loup.Et comme il a parlé, le postmanswhistle a été entendu à la porte.La lettre est pour Rupert ! Ce soir-là, comme le poète et hiswife s'assit devant le feu de cheminée, la re-el lins d'un turkeystiJ dix-sept livres de tabac sur la table, et quartsof la décomposition de la sauce aux canneberges blush-ing sous la douce lumière de la lampe, thecloisonne Mme Rodney, lisse-ing son costume d'une valeur avec son épicerie-cate part, dit-elle proche toher : mari-WteBnrata WERupert y3u ? r il y a sept ans, a répondu RupertIt waa accepté il y a six ans. Puis

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Boone County Recorder . m I adjureyou! sobbed RupertI am adamant retorted the wolf.And as he spoke, the postmanswhistle was heard at the gate.The letter was for Rupert! That evening, as the poet and hiswife sat before the blazing fire, the re-el lins of a seventeen-pound turkeystiJ smoking on the table, and quartsof unconsumed cranberry sauce blush-ing under the soft light of thecloisonne lamp, Mrs. Rodney, smooth-ing her Worth costume with her deli-cate hand, said, as she nestled close toher husband:—WteBnrata y3u~WERupert? ~r Seven years ago, replied RupertIt waa accepted six years ago. Then there was a deep silence forthe required tune; and as the fire-light flickered low in the grate, andthe bell in the neighboring steepletold the hour of midnight a littleprayer of thanksgiving went up fromtwo devoted souls, coupled with aheartfelt request that all the blessingsof the world might fall upon theheads of those proprietors of periodic-als who j>ay on publication.—CarlyleSmith, ill Puck. A TURKEY HUNT.. The turkey wno doesnt believe isThanksgiving.—Golden Days. MY THANKSGIVING. Half, at least of the disappointedmen one meets with are the Victimsof ill-grounded hopes and expectations—persons who have tried to lean uponothers instead of relying upon them-selves This leaning Is a poor businessIt seldom pays. Energetic men—andthey are the classes generally looked tofor aid—do not like to be leaned upon.If you are traveling In a railroad carand a great hulking fellow lays hisbead against your shoulder and goes tosleep you Indignantly shake htm off.It Is the same in business. The manwho does not at least attempt to hoehis own row need not expect any oneto hoe it fo- him. It is nonsense forany man to pretend to the dignity ofbeing unfortunate who has dependedupon others when he might have clovena way to fortune for himself.—N. Y.Ledger. ^^^ —Can you tell me, said the collegeyouth to the village blacksmith, whythe outside of the wheel goes fasterthan the h

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