Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-11-16
properly. This is world Of

manage properly. This is world of
trouble.
"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Foster, "but
YOU know we desire better country,
that Is Heavenly II we only reach
that world, these troubles will seem very
small. But, Catherine, I'll tell you u
good thing TO do, If you don't feel
specially thankful yourself-but know
you will after you think quietly awhile
sec If you can not make somebody
else thankful. Try II, and see il you
don't grow thankful yourself. Now [
must be going, or father'll think I'm
going to stay all night. But will you
try the linimentp IN make some, and
send it over the first thing in the morn
ing"
0If you please" was Mrs. Allison's
reply, in strangely softened voice.
And good Mrs. Foster having cndcav-
ored to give medicine to soul and body,
bade her friend blythe good evening
and departed.
al wonder II spoke too plain,' she
said, as an hour or two later she talked
over the afternoons visit with father"
"Not bit, not Bit" said Mr.. Fos-
ter, heartily. "Folks can generally
take. your plain talk better'n most peo-
pies soft talk; and Catherine Allison
ought to hear plain talking once in
awhile. She's plain enough herself, I'll
be bound"
Whether Mrs. Foster was too plain or
not, Mrs. Allison could not forget her
words; and when the old lady was final
ly helped to her room, and to bed, she
could not sleep, but began to think over
her old friends suggestion, that she
"make somebody else thankful" And
Catherine Allison was q Christian, al
belt sho confessed herself an unthankful
one. She was Bible-reader, and Bible
words intcrmingled with Mrs. Fosters.
blessed is he that considereth the
poor: the Lord will deliver him in time
of trouble. The Lord will strengthen
him upon the bed of languishing:
Thou wilt make all his bed in his sick
ness"
~ have not sufficiently considered
the poor, therefore perhaps the Lord
has withheld His strength from me.
Make some one else thankful where
shall bcgin?"
To be sure there was her poor neigh
Dor, Mrs. Vaughn, wasting away with
an incurable disease, and her poverty
did not admit of procuring delicacies
which might tempt the fitful appetite.
Mrs. Allison bethought her of the many
Jelly glasses and the canned fruits in
her closets, and mentally set apart u
portion for the invalid. There, too,
was the Wheeler family, who had lost
their home by fire. and who were now
receiving the half-welcome shelter of a
brothers. already overcrowded house.
The tenant house on her own upper
place was empty; why should she not
offer it rent free to honest John Wheel
er for the winterp
"And Walter-my poor Walterr'
And now tears, not entirely for herself,
came into Mrs. Allison's sleepless eyes.
If any one ever crept into the tenderest
corner of Catherine Allison's heart it
was heryoung brother Walter. She had
married cousin, and had not changed
her maiden name; indeed, she delighted
to say she had "always been an ALI
SON." Walter, many years younger
than herself, had been left to her care
by their dying mother, and Catherin,
had given the boy all Il mothers care
if she could not give notherly tender
ness. He never knew how dear he wa'
to his fault-iinding sister, and whel
come to mans estate he could no longe
endure the incessant contradiction
and fault-finding of her home, S,
he sought another home and EN-
ployment in city. Then h,
added to his offense by taking to him
self wife without confiding in tn,
least in his sister. For awhile he ant
his young wife endeavored to keep III
the family intercourse by letters, bll
Mrs. Allison grew cooler and cooler, AM
mt last all communication ceased be
tween them. But no one knew hoy
Mrs. Allisons heart yearned afte
Walter, and tonight it ached for "he
boy"
She had heard some way that he ws
in straitened circumstances, that sick
ness had entered his home. Was it til
eldest or youngest child that had died
Some one had said Walter himself ha
been sick-what he might have ex
pected going to live in city-and hi
wife had been doing sewing for people
1t was good thing she knew how; bu
-but-she was an Allison. They mus
be helped some way. And the mex
morning Mrs. Allison found way, a
the reader has already been told. Ant
by the time Thanksgiving came it wa
surprising how many ways she found il
which to make others thankful.
When Thanksgiving came bright an,
clear she was amazed to see her sitting
room door open, and in came Waite
and Bessie and Ethel, and Walter
arms were about her, ard Bessie
kisses on her cheek.
"We thought we must come to tel
you how you had helped us, how thank
full you have made u.s." said Bessie
"And oh. it was so kind of you, dea
sister Catherine.
Before they had fairly got their wrap
pings off, Mrs. Foster came in, her kint
face beaming with joy.
"And oh, Catherine" she said, afte
warmly greeting Walter and his wife
II wish you could see how comfortable
the Wheelers are in the house you lie
them have, and Mrs. Vaughn says tina
last jelly helped her to sit up nearly al
day."
"Tm sure am thankful could hell
them both," said Mrs. Allison, but he
lips trembled.
Then Mrs. Foster laughed such clea
ringing laugh that little Ethel had t
join in, too.
$50 You are going to have Thanks
giving, after alIp I told you, You re
member, it would pay you to max
some one else thankful"
Eyes, you did, Eunice, and I'm thank
full to you, too"
"And," said Bessie Allison, softly
1--WE will all thank God for this dea
Thanksgiving Day. Lucy Randolp
Fleming, in Chicago Interior.