The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1884-12-04
Make some one else thankfull-whsr
shall beQin ?"

Make some one else thankfuli-whsr.
shall I begin?"
To be sure, there was her poo,
neighbor, Mrs. Vaughn, wasting away
with IN incurable disease, and hel
poverty did not admit of procuring
delicacies which might tempt the fitfu
appetite. Mrs. Allison bethought he,
of the many jelly glasses and the canned
fruit in her closets, and mentally Sc,
apart . portion for tho invalid. There,
too, was the Wheeler family, who hae
lost their home by fire, and who wert
now receiving the half welcome shelte,
of brothers overcrowded house. The
tenant house on her own upper place
was empty; why should she not offer il
rent free to honest John Wheeler fol-
the winter?
"And Walter-my poor Walter!" and
now tears, not entirely for herself, came
into Mrs. Allison's sleepless eyes. II
any. one ever crept into the tenderest
corner of Catherine Allison's heart il
was her young brother Wrlter. She
had married cousin, and had not
changed her maiden name; indeed, she
delighted to say she had ALWAYS been an
Allison" Walter, many years younge,
than herself had been left to her care by
their dying mother, and Catherine had
given the boy all mothers care, If she
could not give motherly tenderness
He never knew how dear he was to hi:
fault-finding sister, and when come tc
mans estate he could no longer endure
the incessant contradiction and fault.
finding of her home, so he sought an
other home and employment in the
city. Then he added to his offense by
taking to himself wife without con.
tiding in the least in his sister. For q
while he aud his young wife endeavored
to keep up the family intercourse by
letters, but Mrs. Allison grew cooler
and cooler, and at last all communica-
ton ceased between them. But no one
knew how Mrs. Allison's heart yearned
after Walter, and tonight it ached for
"her boy"
She had heard some way that he was
in straitened circumstances, that sick.
ness had entered his home. Was it the
oldest or youngest child that had died
Some one had said Walter himself had
been sick-what lie might have expected
going to live in city-and his wife had
been doing sewing for people. It was
a good thing she knew how, but--but-
she was al Allison. They must
be helped some way. And the next
morning Mrs. Allison found way, as
the reader has already been told. And
by the time Thanksgiving came it was
surprising how many ways she found in
which to make others thankful.
When Thanksgiving came bright and
clear she was amazed to see her sitting
room door open, aud in came Walter
and Bessie and Ethel, and Walters
arms were about her, and Bessle's kis-
ses on her cheek.
ave thought We must come to tell
you how you had helped us. how thank
full you have made u.s." said Bessie.
"And oh, it was so kind of you, dear
sister Catherine"
Before they had fairly got their wrap.
pings off Mrs. Foster came in, her face
beaming with JOY.
"And oh, Catherine" She said, after
warmley greeting Walter and his wife.
II wish you could see how comfortable
the Wheelers are in the house you LEI
them have, and Mrs. Vaughn says tina,
last jelly helped her to sit up nearly all
day"
"I'm sure 7 am thankful could help
them both," said Mrs. Allison, but he,
lips trembled.
Then Mrs. Foster laughed such g
c1oar rinrino 1ouoh III a. 1,tt1o Ethel he 4
to join in too.
$50 you are going to have thanks.
giving, after all? 1 told@ou, you re.
member, it would pay you to make some
one else thankful"
Eyes, you did, Eunice, and I'm thank.
full to You, too"
"And, "said Bessie Allison, softly, we
will all thank God for this dear Thanks.
giving day"
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