The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1875-11-25
THROUGH T,HORNs.
A Genuine Thanksgiving.

A Genuine Thanksgiving.
BY ELEANOR KIRK.
81 sometimes wishI hadn't o dollar
in the world"
The speakers tones were impatient,
and her dark, luminous eyes flashed fire
and dropped tears at the same time.
"Exactlyl I don't wonder at it !"
said q young gentleman, rising from the
sofa, where he had been partially reclin-
ing, and, to all appearance, very much
at his ease. I think should wish the
same thing, if I were in your place" he
continued, carelessly. "sPon honor,
Miss Blanche, I sympathize with you
say No. to SO many; and then, I sup
pose, you hate to call them all fortune
hunters. 1t must be a dreadful boreln'
and the young man yawned, and looked
at his watch. g
"You are not going2" his companion
inquired, as he stepped toward the door.
Eyes, I must. I am already a full
half-hour behind time, and my next pa
tient is two miles away. Don't fret too
much, Lady Blanche. There's nothing
In life worth many tearsl"
"That is the remark of a cynic, Doc
tor dayton"
Gan the better for that. Your dis
ease is a radical one, and needs radical
treatment, and after a while we shallhaYe
a radical cure, showing itself by charm
ing little womanly freaks, such as o fir
tation now and then"
"God Forbid" was the earnest reply.
"Rather sickness all the days of my life
than such a cure as that"
"Au revoir, thent If the illness were
only IN my line, I'd have you well in q
jify; but who can ministertoa mind dis
eased, especially when the cause springs
from a superiority of funds 2"
The words we're playfully spoken, and
the whole attitude of the man seemed
the very personiication of frank friend
illness; and the eyes of his companion
fell under the intense glance which
seemed to pierce her very soul, and with.
out q parting word she sought her own
room, and gave full vent to her emotion.
Blanche De Berri and John Drayton
were distantly related, but had been &C
quainted for only a short time. Blanche
was born In England, and educated II
Paris Her father, justbefore his death,
had written to his cousin, Mrs. Drayton
Johns mother, requesting that she
would take charge of'his daughter. This
letter was cordially responded to; and
fewmonths afterward found Blanche De
Berri an inmate of the pleasant home o.
her fathers old friend.
Mrs. Drayton was very glad of her SO
ciety. She had but one child; and hi
wasso devoted to his profession, that sh,
saw very little of him; and consequently
an educated, attractive, sweet-temperec
lady companion was an exceedingly yalu
ableeaequisition.
Miss DE Berri had been with her
friends two years when her story opens
and although she had not formally-or
account of her mourning@entered SO
ciety, she had, nevertheless, made many
acquaintance, and, as it appears, hat
been annoyed by more than one forma
offer of marriage.
Mr.. Drayton had very i~nnocently, but
indirectly, mentioned the fact of he,
protegee's large fortune, and Blanche at
tributed the Partially indicated by thes,
gentlemen entirely to this cause.
"She's rather down in the mouth to
night, I take it" said John Draytonto hi
mother, as he buttereda huge slice O
bread.
1t WIS a hour past dinner-time, ant
the ladies, obeying the Doctors com
mands never to wait for him, had eater
alone.
Chow can you, John r. replied th,
mother, as a strain of Mendelssoh1
flooded in from the drawing-room. "]
never knew how to be unjust before
and, another thing, 1 never knew yo,
could be coarse until she came to fvt
with us"
Coarse, Is If, mothers I guess YOUR,
right therei But that girl had a quee
effect upon me /; she has brought to tn,
surface a hundred traits I never knew
possessed, principal among which
might name -
"Name what?" as the speaker paused
mischieyously.
OF won't mention it, mother. 1t is OIL
the dis list, and Is very intimately re
lated toto disgust. Shocked again9 2
as his companion moved her char away
and busted herself In another part of til,
room. ST guess I'll drop in and hea
her play" continued the gentleman, a,
he folded his napkin. "In sit down il
the niche, and she'll never know I'm
there"
at is inexpicable to me how a ma
can bear to listen to the music of
woman he is disgusted WITH" said Mrs
Drayton, with rising color.
"Not at all. Here are three picture
by Dennis on these very walls, and We
you dislike the man SO that you neve
ask him 10 visit you"
al don't see the analogy, john"
at is another just such case"
Mrs. Drayton prepared to argue til
point, but the Doctor glided out quietly
and she knew that he had stealthiIy seat
ed himself in a dark corner of the draw
ing-room.
Outside the stars glistened, and from
the window at the intruder's right ham
the pale crescent shone with stead,
promise. The scent of flowers from tn
small conservatory gave to the at
mospherei an ideal element, which, will
the hush Of evening and the strang,
throb in the air made by the weird mn
sic, was peculiarly grateful to this poet
doctor, who, whatever he seemed, was