The St. Johns herald., 1900-11-24

was beginning to be sta;d physician whose mind was taken up with piils and potions, and the aehes and pains of lis patrons; while skc, CGsH slnthsa, had her lovely home and iovng Dar5nts a. of cd, ard plenty of poor psogte to comfori and hs.p. And pleny to he.p w.Jh, ' ha; 1ieSsing to be thans- ful for ,a3s cheery, 1haakSe .vi1lg morning.
 T Wi. be back in tiee to hep with the dinncT, sad Chrys2nthsa, her face a-hean with the love of doirggooi, IS she posed be- tween basket oG oaint;es on the one hand and basket of Chrysanthemums on the other, destined for Jaaet's comfortess sick room
 70, that doesn't natter" her mother hastened to say; 'Jane has everything wei in hand, and l shall be at the helm. Don't cut your visit short, dear; make it pleasant for the poor thing, as only you can. 1 wish had your faculty for making people happy!'
 Mrs. KinbaI sighed, as if her daughters faculty for frightening the lives of people was uppermost in her mind But she was thinking Of something else more akin 10 the butterfly idea.
 Five young ladies iu different parts of the state had received invitations to ''sur- prise on ChIysanthe2' at Thanksgiving time. In two hours the ten o'clock train would be in and two Roses, Lily, Pansy and an A:thea were expected.
 "It is Chrysanthea's birthday, you all re- member, of course, and don't fail me-" ran the invitation, and each flower graduate de termined, let come what would, they would be part of the Kimball surprise
 70, Miss Kimbali, how perfectly lovelyl" Little Janet fell to caressing the flowers. while the joy lighted up her pale face. ''I am so much better this morning" she said, land 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 Kimbali-I am so glad for yoa, here"
 Chrysanthea Epe.t beside the couch, bury ing her face in the coarse pillow. Shewant- 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 he'd brought this time
 But no. 70, doctor, see what Miss Kim ball brought mel" giving the flowers another caress; you mind 1 tod you of her often? She's just an angel, doctorw
 T remember" answered the physician, "and these are superb, my favorite flowers; always lighting up the dark places and bleak days"
 It was not the voice of 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 CTS, too, especially chrysanthemums."
 Chrysanthea rose at the child's artless in troduction.
 "Chryssuthea Kimball!" That was all the physician said, but he came around and took two wiling hands in his own. A leaf of the old college chapter iuttered back from past to present and both read together joyous Thanksgiving psalm,
 Meanwhile the all important ''ten o'clock" had come and bevy of finely dressed young ladies alighted from the one city bus of Roserock at Kimbal's door, and was made