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

ing vine over a picture in the next room, "but pick them out here and there, so the effect will not be spoiled"
 70, mamma, certainly; but you are 30 careful of to-morrow's effect wonder at 1t little, seeing only we are to be the ob- servers" And the fair girl looked a little puzzled.
 Well, we'll" exclaimed her mother, com ing forward with a smile more puzzling than circumstance or desire, "are we only not as appreciative as any company, dear? Your papa and mamma love chrysanthemums; one, especially, with all our heart" and she kissed the inquring face turned toward her.
 ''Yes, mamma" and Chrysanthea smiled again; "but the effect at Kimball's would not, could not, be as beautiful as in Janet's cold, cheeriess cellar room" | ''No, daughter, 1 know; and yet-tEere are surprises everywhere" Mrs. Klmball looked beyond Chrysanthea and seemed to see a vision of beauty.
 "True," answered the girl, meditatively, ''so you will let me take surprise with the expected dinner"
 Certainly" The mothers gaze came back to the daughters face. Will you bring one back with you, dear? If not we will be obliged to scare up one here, won't we? To- morrow is your birthday, love-"
 "A surprise" and the girls face assumed a puzzled look again. 'I do not know of any to bring" she said, slowly; "but these would keep me in mind of the day, even though l tried to forget" waving her jew eled hand around the room like fairy wand. "As to the surprises, mamma, l mean to be equal to any of them" She spoke like prophet, but without prophets knowledge, yet her prophecy came true.
 l Two years before, when Chrysanthea graduated at Berea, she left behind her more than college life, although she often de clared: No one ever had six as sweet and bright companions in graduating class as she had"
 And Mime. Moreau declared, facetiously, that she was graduating an exquisite bou- quet" that year, there being two Roses, one Lily, one Pansy, one Althea and Chrysan- themum.
 Beyond this desirable companionship, as we have intimated, Chrysanthea's heart warmed happily toward another not of the feminine persuasion.
 Studying medicine in her uncle's office, Jack Beverly had met her at her uncle's home frequently and while in Berea their lives ran sweetly on and on together.
 But since then she had not seen or heard aught of Jack, save when her Uncle Kim ball wrote that Young Beverly had set up shop on his own hook now" l Chrysanthea remembered one Thanks [ giving night, as she and Jack were return ing from a party, that he had held her hand ! longer than usual and said, softly: ''I am so glad to have known you, Miss Kimbal. You are my incentive for all things good!"
 And in the half-frightened glance she gave l him, she saw something beyond friendship in his eloquent eyes.
 Weeks afterward it all flashed upon her with a sudden revelation that made her heart beat faster and warmer than ever be fore; and she knew that Jack Beverly was in love with her, and she with him, though no further confession had been made.
 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 as a ''good-by" to him. And then chrysanthemums! 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 happening. He was now ''no 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 There and there one," as Mamma Kimball had direct ed, ''so the effect would be intact o, if the girls could only sit down with her to dinner to-day! Rose Eyeting and Lily Davenport did so love turkey, she remem- bsred, and Althea Harlan just adored cranberry sauce"
 But, of course, "this could not be either" |" with a sigh; though something great deal more profitable could be and would be ac- complisbed this morning, than to build air castiesand pull them down again. She would make little Janet happy; and "inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these" ," etc
 That was reward enough, happiness enough for one Thanksgiving day, and she would not occupy herself with selfish bents Doubtless the girls we're butterfying it around the social circle-she had heard as much-and Jack? Well, he, most likely,