Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1900-11-27

In the hurry and hustle of getting ready
to go home, she failed to see Jack, and she
came away from Berea without even so
much az . "good-by" to him.
And then chrysanthemumsl How Jack
loved them. She remembered that. How
he would enjoy this profusion, this elaborate
Thanksgiving border while he ate his tur.
key.
But no danger Of such a happening. He
was now mo longer in Berea," Uncle Kim.
ball said, and she had no idea where he was.
A breath of college days stole over the fair
girl as she gathered the blossoms here and
there one" as Mamma Kimball had direct.
ed, 80 the effect would be intact"
o, il the girls could only sit down with her
to dinner to-day! Rose Exciting and Lily
Davenport did so love turkey, she remem.
bered, and Althea Harlan "just adored
cranberry sauce"
But, of course, "this could not be either u
with q sigh; though something great deal
more profitable could be and would be &C.
complished this morning, than to build all
castles and pull them down again. She would
make little Janet happy; and "inasmuch as
ye have done it to one of the least of these. u
etc.
That was reward enough, Happiness.
enough for one Thanksgiving day, and she
would occupy herself with selfish bents.
Doubtless the girls were butterRying it
around the social circle-she had heard AZ
much-and Jack? Well, be, most likely,
was beginning to be staid physician whose
mind was taken up with pills and potions,
and the aches and pains of his patrons;
while she, Chrysanthea, had her lovely horne
II lnxvtv g. g ~ -. e
poorpeople to comfort and help. And plenty
to help with! What blessing to be 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 dainties on the one hand
and basket of Chrysanthemums on the
other, destined for Janst's comfortless sick
| room.
20, that doesn't matter" her mother
fastened 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, a. Il her daughter
faculty for Frightening the lives Of people
was uppsrmost 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 u "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.
ut is Chrysanthea's birthday, you all re
member, of course, and don't fail me-" rar
the invitation, and each flower graduate de
termined, let come what would, they would
be part Of the Kimball surprise.
20, Miss Kimball, how perfectly lovely!
Little Janet fell to caressing the flowers
while the joy lighted up her pale face. II an
90 much better this morning" she said, "and
it really 10 Thanksgiving, with restoration
to health in prospect. That bit Of heavenl,
sunshine streaming in at my one little win
dow; these beautiful blossoms and you
Miss Kimball-I am 90 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 6,
much more to enjoy, Heaven knew!
Some one came in quietly and stood OF
the other side Of the bed. One Of the neigh
bors. doubtless full of curiosity to find on
| what she mad brought this time.
But no. 20, doctor, see what Miss Kim
i ball brought n,oP giving the flc,vs-s annth.
cares; you mind / told you Of her often
She's just an angel, doctor!"
II remember" answered the physician
"and these are superb, my favorite flowers
always lighting up the dark places an
bleak days"
It was not the voice of a curious neighbo1
No! that voice was familiar; where had sh
heard it?
A thin, white hand stole over Chrysar
thea's bowed head, and Janet whispered
Look up; here's the doctor. He loves flow
ere. too. especially ohrysanthemums."
/ Chrysanthee rose at the child's artless IL
PRODUCTION.
/ "Chrysanthea Kimball!" That was all tn
physician said. but he came around and too
two willing hands in his own. A leaf of tn
old college chapter futtered back from pas
to present and both read together joyou
Thanksgiving psalm.
Meanwhile the all important "ten o'clock
had come and bsvy of finely dressed youn
ladies alighted from the one city bus G
Rossrock at Kimballs door, and was mad