Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1900-11-29

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better than we common folks, said
Belle Wickerink, with her nose in the
air or that "she would be any better
looking, either, added Merry Jaxon,
who was a recognized beauty from her
birth.
Nevertheless the Kimballs did name
the dot Of humanity that horrd, long
name in spite of the comment and ad-
verse opinion Of a dozen exceedingly
interested neighbors.
Whether it was because there was
bank of the beautiful blossoms in the
sunny south room where she was born
on that Thanksgiving day, they hay-
ing been hustled in from the uncon-
genial November air outside few
hours before her coming, or not, was
never explained.
No matter; Chrysanthea was now
the belle of Roserock, Notwithstanding
her horrid, long name.
Eighteen serene Thanksgiving suns
had run the glowing day-rim, setting
in a halo of memories sweet for Kim
balls daughter, and we find her fair
and pure as the flowers for which she
was named.
Tomorrow would be her nineteenth
birthday, and Mr.. and Mrs. Kimball
meant to have a lovely surprise on
Chrysanthea. And this special No
vember was behaving itself in a special
way with reference to the parental
plans under way.
Today the pleasant, deep dining
room was banked with snow-white
and creamy blossoms on three sides, a
beautiful wainscoting, truly.
Mrs. KimbaII gave the same reason
to Chrysanthea for the indoor bloom
that she had given to her husband
just 10 years ago. "These bleak
nights" she said, "and chrysanthe-
NUNS were never made for each 9th
er. But her room and her heart
were always congenial for them. And
Mr.. Kimball smiled in a proud, con,
tented way as he carried i'll the bloom
ing bank nearly two decades ago.
Today the stately daughter smiled
the same proud, glad smile while bend
ing over the rich beauty about her.
"Our dining-room Will be magnificent
ly yet simply decorated for tomorrow,
she said, her fine eyes taking in the
wealth of bloom at one appreciahye
sweep.
She was her mothers daughter the
blossoms were her souls delight. But
Chrysanthea had leaf in her heart
chapter which, in some way, had been
left out or turned over a blank in the
bosom of her fond mamma. She had
a penchant for looking after the poor;
and her father gave her beautiful
compliment when be said that "his
daughter was Just like all other flow
ers, as ready to bloom for the poor as
for the wealthy"
Nothing was ever any truer than
this ; and as Chrysanthea drank in
the quiet, rich beauty Of the blossom
bank, thought of the bare cherries
cellar room on Brisbane street, where
day after day child tossed from one
side to the other with the pain and
restlessness Of a long illness, came to
her and she said go, mamma, I
must take some Of this beauty and
comfort to poor little Janet when l 90
with the Thanksgiving basket in the
morning"
"Yes, said Mrs. KimbalI, intent on
training a vine over picture in the
next room, "but pick them out here
and there, SO the effect Will not be
spoiled" D."
40, mamma, certainly out you are
so careful of tomorrow effect. l
wonder at it little, seeing only We
are to be the observers" And the
fair girl looked a little puzzled.
well, we'll 4" exclaimed her mother
coming forward with a smile more
puzzling than circumstances required,
"are we only not as appreciatiye as
any company, dear? Your papa and
mamma love chrysanthemums ore,
especially, with all our heart, and
she kissed the inquiring face turned
toward her.
Eyes, mamma, and Chrysanthea
smiled again "but the effect at Kim
balls would not, could not, be as beau
tiful as in Janet's cold, cherries eel
lar room"
mo, daughter, I know; and yet
there are surprises everywhere.
Mrs. Kimball looked beyond Chrys-
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