The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-29
Corner for Children.

| always called them comrades because
| her father did-was being carried ny.
The sight made her lip CULVER and she
| ran back to a seat behind some trees;
then the thought came which brought
about the experience. She took the paper
and pencil and wrote slowly, speaking
the words aloud as she spelled them:
I'm 'shamed to be glad bout such
solemn thing, but I thankful it isn't
my soldier-daddy who is going byi'
Then Meg tore off the slip and began
to push it into the narrow opening of TIE
bank.
Where is your soldier-daddy, my dear
little grip?
Meg jumped to her feet and almost
screamed, but when she saw the kind
face eff a comrade gazing at her from the
other end of the bench she changed her
mind and smiled. He was a very splen-
did comrade in gold braid and shining
buttons, but his face made her forget to
be awestricken. It was the friendliest
face Meg had seen for many day
sit down. little maid" the deep voice
went on. II was too weary to go further
with my regp lent, so 1 dropped out to
find a little girl, being thankful for
daddy who is not being taken away
Since l cannot follow my dead comrade,
let me hear about my living comrade.'
told the entire story of her simple little
life, even to her turkey disappointment,
and the Thanksgiving bank which was to
be opened when the soldier-daddy came
home.
The comrade beside Gher listened and
hooded and once he coughed and was
obliged to use his handkerchief, for the
coughing made his eyes water.
well, WE'LL he said, when the sweet,
Ir-1xy fa1a led ,{,,Jr @J,1
regular nest of heroes at your house. 1t
is really too bad that the government
cannot afford to feed such patriots on
turkey at least once year. Dear metz
ooh, / don't mind the turkey so much
as I did," Meg FASTENED to say. Mother
happened to remember the other day that
daddy is tremendously fond of corned
beef"
The comrade got up just then and walk
ed quite around the bench before he sat
down. Finally he said: 'Is there any
objection to me putting In a thankful
thought in that magic bank?'
"Oh, no, SIR Meg was all dimples and
smiles.
az should like a comrade to know that
another con.rade is proud to have met
his little daughter. And you must tell
me where you live, child for shall want
to welcome your daddy home by and by"
s Meg, In a fiutter of excitement, pre-
pared slip of paper, and the comrade
walked again around the bench, while
he seemed to have some difficulty in set
ting his sword in place. The slip was
written. Meg was told to turn her head
away while it was put in the bank, and
then, after a little further talk, the con,r
rades bade each other CHEEKY goodby
That evening Mrs. Thompson heard all
about the experience, and later, in the
excitement of looking for her father,
the affair was forgotten
Two days before Thanksgiving Meg's
soldier father came home, and you should
have been there to see the fun. Never
were three people happier All the clouds
DISAPPEARED, and it was sunlight every
minute
The evening before Thanksgiving the
bank was opened and the slips read by
daddy amid screams of laughter and
merry jokes.
Suddenly Sergeant Thompson stopped
laughing, and said in surprise:
What is this?'
ooh! that's the comrades thankful
slip. I forgot to tell you, daddy but
just then Meg gasped in surprise, for out
of the slip dropped two crisp IS bills
Read what he wrote, cried the moth
er. her face very pale.
"He says" Sergeant Thompson read
slowly, II am thankful, comrade, that
you have such noble little daughter,
and thankful that have the privilege
of meeting her.
Please have turkey for Thanksgiving
day. It's more patriotic than corned
beef!
IT shall drop in to bid you welcome