Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1900-11-29

was beginning to he a staid physician whose
mind was taken up with pills and potlons,
and the aches and pains of his patrons;
while she, Chrysanthea, had her lovely home
and loving parents as of old, and plenty Of
poorpeople to comfort and help. And plenty
TO help with! What blessing to he thank
full for this CHEEKY, Thanksgiving morning
II will be back in time to help with the
dinner" said Chrysanthea, her face a-beam
with the love of doing good, as she posed be-
tween basket of daintes on the one hand
and a basket of Chrysanthemums on the
other, destined for Janet's comfortess sick
room.
20, that doesn't matter" her mother
hastened to say; Jane has everything well
in hand, and / shall be at the helm Don't
cut your visit short, dear; make it pleasant
for the poor thing, as only you can. | wish
| had your faculty for making people
happy"
Mrs. Kimball sighed, as if her daughter 3
faculty for Frightening the lives of people
was uppermost in her mind But she was
thinking of something else more akin to
the butterfly" idea.
Five young ladies in different parts of the
state had received invitations to a Sur
prise on Chrysanthea" at Thanksgiving
time. In two hours the ten o'clock train
would be in and two Roses, Lily, Pansy
and an Althea were expected.
at is Chrysanthea's birthday, you all re-
member, of course and don't fail me" ran
the invitation, and each flower graduate de-
termned, let come what would, they would
be part of the Kimball surprise.
30, Miss Kimball, how perfectly lovely"
Iop at fp11 - neg,, Ehn d.,
while the JOY lighted up her pale face 81 am
so much better this morning." she said, "and
it really is Thanksgiving, with restoration
to health in prospect. That bit of heavenly
sunshine streaming in at my one little win
dow; these beautiful blossoms and you,
Miss Kimball-T am so glad for you, here"
Chrysanthea knelt beside the couch, bury
ing her face in the coarse pillow. She want
ed to be as thankful as Janet; she had so
much more to enjoy, Heaven knew!
Some one came in quietly and stood on
the other side of the bed. One of the neigh
bors, doubtless full of curiosity to find out
what she had brought this time.
But no. 80, doctor, see what Miss Kim
ball brought me!' giving the flowers another
caress you mind | told you of her often?
She's just an angel, doctor!"
Il remember" answered the physician,
"and these are superb, my favorite flowers;
always lighting up the dark places and
bleak days"
1t was not the voice of a curious neighbor.
No! that voice was familiar; where had she
heard it?
A thin, white hand stole over Chrysan.
thea's bowed head and Janet whispered:
Look up; here's the doctor. He loves flow
ers, too, especially ehrysanthemums."
Chrysanthea rose at the child's artless in.
PRODUCTION.
"Chrysanthea Kimball!" That was all the
physician said, but he came around and took
two willing hands in his own. A leaf of the
Old college chapter futtered back from pasl
to present and both read together joyous
Thanksgiving psalm.
Meanwhile the all important "ten o'clock"
had come and bevy of finely dressedyoung
ladies alghted from the one city bus of
Roserock at Kimballs door, and was made