Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1903-11-25

turning tho leaves Of a magazine. while
her maid brushed and arranged her hair.
CHANGING into the long mirror in front
CT her, she saw the dimples at the cor
ncrs of Rates mouth, that broke into n
laugh as she caught her mistress eye.
We'll, well, Kate!' 1t must he. CON
fessed Mrs. Brewster spoke 4 tritie sharp
~, for the Thanksgiving feel in the ar
made her the more conscious OF her own
loneliness. ''What a7c lou laughing at:
'Nothin', marm," said Kate, ssoberly
enough this time. i was just thlnlkln
of scmethin' Brother Tom told me last
night. He's a letter carrier, you know,
and yesterday there came to the office
the cutest letter from small boy who
wants somebody to come TO his house Oh
Thanksgiving day. | think Tom said his
name was Jack Dunstan, and-oh, what
is the matter, marm?' for Mrs. Brewster
had turned suddenly very white.
Nothing, Kate, nothing whatever. 60
on with your story
There isn't anything more to tell, only
Tom says he's awful sorry for the poor
little chap, for they can't find out where
the letter belongs, cause it was only dl-
rected to Sister Susan, Boston, Is it
the new silk or the satin today. nlarm!'
THE satin,' answered Mrs. Brewster,
shortly, and then there was silence until
she said: do you suppose l could see
that letter. Kate? l used to know a
Jack Dunstan and my name is Susan. 1t
is just possible that it is for me-
Il don't know, marm,' answered Kate.
but TOMS comm up here tonight, and
III ask him, and he'll do the best he can
for YOU"
There the matter dropped, but the next
day, between laughter and tears, Mrs.
Brewster road. in big childish scrawl:
Dere Sister Susan: Won't you plese
come to my house Thanksgivin' to din
ner, cause | do want some lations so
bad. and my mother says you're the only
one got. DO com, the turkeys awful
rat an, you can have my saucer pie.
Your little friend, Jack Dunstan.
what had come over Jack that bright
Thanksgiving morning? He wandered
amnesty about from one window to an
other. and not even the fine coasting
could tempt him away from the house.
towards noon his parents heard him
shouting: Sister Susan's comet Sister
Susan's conner and rushing to the win
dow, they saw, to their amaZement. 81
stately lady just alighting from the
depot sleigh.
"Well! well, well.'' was all Farmer
Dunstan could say, as he strobe down
the path: but his voice shook as he
grasped the hands of the lady. who
looked al. him sharply and said briskly:
SO you haven't forgotten Sister Susan.
after all? That sgood! Now where
Here ] is. Sister Susan! Here | is
piped Jack from the doorstep. where ne
was hopping about first on one leg ami
then on the other. ''Oh, rs so glad you's
Gomez
Such a merry, happy Thanksgiving
day as they had: and when the fun and
frolic were al over. and Jack had been
tucked up IN his little white bed for the
night, there was Il quiet talk in the coy.
tirelit kitchen.
I'm not a woman Of many words.
John Mrs. Brewster said, ''but I've
had my share of trouble, and-I see
things different from what I did thirty
years ago. Suppose we let bygones be
bygones, and III pay off the mortgage
on the old place, and you give me a right
to 4 share in Jacks love and happy boy
ish life. There, there. don't thank me.
It's all that blessed boys doings He's
SO exactly like what you were John.
at his age. when mother died. Do you
remember, John the brisk voice trenl-
hled and broke. Then. turning t. Mrs
Dunstan: DO you suppose. Mary it
would disturb Jack if ! were TO slip in
and give him another goodnight kiss?'
Not a bit said Mrs. Dunstan hear
tily; but Jack opened his eye at the
touch Of his aunt's warm lips on his fore
head. and nurmured drowsily: "Oh. rs
so glad you've come, Sister Susan, Is
SO glad you've come, cause now Is got
a 'lation. Selected.