St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1883-12-21
Butterick Patterns
N. M. JOHN SON.


nights, and SO we let her work as much
as she liked. One day letter came
from New York. 1t was from Cyril's
mother, saying they would be there
next day to call on their sons wife.
saw two bright red spots come on
Thanksgiving's cheeks, as she read it,
but not word did she say. She
brought in fresh ferns for the sitting
room, and made the house look as
CHEEKY as if it was summer time, and
when it was time for them to come,
she took book in her hand, and sat
down by the window to wait.
81 knew what she thought, and
knew she wished they had not come
at all, but as you said ma'am, she was
strong character, and never hung
back from what she thought right to
do. SO when the carriage drove up,
and an old gentleman with gold
headed cane asked if Mrs. Hazlitt lived
there, she went forward and bowed,
and said that was her name. There
were three of the strangers, his father,
mother, and sister, and they all looked
ut Thanksgiving as if they wanted to
see Just what kind of girl she was,
and not over friendly, | thought, at
first, but i'll IA moment they put their
arms around her, and kissed her, and
began talking about Cyril, as if it did
their hearts good to tell how much
they loved him, and how proud they
were of him. When they got through
| said 'We know all about him, and
we set sight of store by him, but we
have ii boy of our own just as good,
,,rl, i, has oil
At this they all burst out laughing,
and we were just like old friends.
"They stayed Il week at the hotel,
coming up every day for Thanksgiving
to go driving with them, and when
they went away they took her with
them. Wife aud did not dare to say
we could not let her go, for we could
see she was getting paler and paler
every day, so we never let on how
lonely we'd be without her, but when
she was gone, we felt as if the world
had slipped from our feet, and we were
all alone. She wrote to us every day,
telling us all about the places she was
visiting: Niagara Falls, the seashore
and the Great Lakes, and by and by,
we got kind of used to doing without
her, and lived on her letters. We
never saw her again till Christmas,
and she came up to stay month with
us bringing that picture for a Christ
mas present. She was just the same
she always was, only shade more
stately. She was dressed like Il high
born lady, | can tell you, and if her
husband had been safe, and her twin
| brother, | know she would have been
as happy as Il queen.
'She told us all about the high soci-
ETY. she had seen, and how the richest
and best of the ladies gave up their
| fine dresses and pleasurings to scrape
! lint and make comforts for the soldiers,
but she did not tell us what | found
ont afterward, that she had given her
time to hospital work in New York, so
as to know better what to do, if she
was needed for the soldiers. One night
Il telegram came to her, saying
81 q am i'll, come to me.-WELCOME.'
d" This means Cyril she said, and
left on the afternoon train, for New
York. You can imagine how OuI
hearts quakei with fear at the thought
of our boys danger. Faith, ma'am, is
a great thing, but it does not take away
human love. We waited for another
message. 1t came next day, and told
lis both boys were sick in the hospital
Then we prayed for strength and tried
to be patient. The third day came the
wOrd,-
"'Meet me on the train ut midnight.
"ShOuld we meet both or one W.
dared not think, and again we waited
and as we waited, prayed. They boil
came. Our boy Welcome and his twin
sister, but he was lying with his face
upturned in his coffin, and she, almost
as white, could not speak. He was the
: first of all the college boys to die, ant
his grave is near the gate of the college
burying ground. somehow can't re
member all that followed. 1t seemed
as if lived in terrible dream. Wifi
mourned over Welcome and tried t.
save Thanksgiving's life, us the feve
: fought for her Weeks passed, and sh'
got well. Then | knew all. She hat
+ found husband and brother in the hos
pital, the one getting better, the othe
dying. She had never left them til
: Welcome died, and then she came t.
, the old home. Cyril's parents wer
with him, and when she was once NOR
= able to move about. he wrote that h
: was going into battle and would no
fear death if only he could have seel
: her first.
- Il must go now she said Il au
needed elsewhere, and if your heart
\ ache at home, You must remember hoy
many other hearts are aching AM
1 breaking. am thankful WelcOm
!, went and died for his country. S
c must yOu be-
L "FrOm that time she never cam
e home while the war lasted. | used t
L see her name in the papers as won
t derful woman, as brave as she wa