The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1904-11-25
She ha, a red cloak that she has


wear it? 1t is shame to have it hang
ing idly in the closet when she would
look so dear III it. | wish she would
wake up and let ne see her eyes. They
must be prett. have to get off soon.
You see, am going to church, because
it is Thanks2i Ying day. Won't you give
me your address, and let me send the
cloak? Mama will be so glad that I've
found some one that can wear 1t"
She turned to the woman with her
friendly smile. "You villas special
favor to me, won't your" she pleaded.
And the smile became irresistible.
The woman's face frightened. She
had not known charming girls who had
asked her in that coaxing way to re-
ceive gifts as special concessions to
them.
"Why, miss, If you don't need it, I'd
be glad to have it for Seville-my girls
named Seville, after girl in book
her pa gave me when he first knowed
me-"
How interesting!" said Catherine.
Its such an unusual name, too. My
name is Catherine. and so is mothers
| and my grandmother's and her moth
er's''
MY name is Rose" said the wom-
| an. Her face was less dull and her
voice less tired. 1t was so pleasant to
forget for moment her sorrows. and
| discuss pretty names with girl who
seemed not to remember ones poverty.
MY ma named me for rose she found
in an ash-barrel before l was born"
"That is like story, too" said
| Catherine. She pulled the roses from
| her jacket. 81 read a poem once
| about a Rose among roses You take
these home, and you will be another
Rose among roses
The woman's cheek caught the red OF
the flowers. What pretty things you
know!" she said.
Eyes. l do" said Catherine, tender
ly. when mama asked us this morn
| ing what We had to be thankful for
to-day, said, For all the lovely peo-
pie know and all the beautiful things
l see.' OF course, there are other things,
| too, but these are the incest What
are you specially thankful for?"
"Well, don't know as there's much,
miss, for me to be thankful for to-day.
I'm havin' hard times now, with the
man in the drink and Seville ailin','
said the woman. bitterly.
| Catherine knew little of social sci
ence, according to her cousins YER
| CHI orf mi st
be hard, but perhaps you could think
of something special Mama insists
that every one can. You just try
WELL said the woman, "but ii
amt easy"
mo it isn't. Dear me, l must gel
off at this next corner! What is your
address? May l bring the cloak my
self this afternoon, after church and
| dinner? Goodby!"
The woman watched her as she hur-
ried across the street. She's a funny
kind of a girl, but she's awful nice,
she thought. She held the roses to
her face, and remembered the pretty
thing the girl had said about Rose
among roses" The delicate flower OF
sentiment, the flower whose fragrance
is the most subtle, the most exquisite
in the world, had been crushed in the
woman, but faint new life quivere,
in it and stirred it.
In the quiet church Catherine thought
of the woman and the child. AS she came
with her family out into the frosty
air, she took possession of her mother
Mama, there was a woman in the
car with a little girl. The little CIR
didn't have half enough on. She
really looked cold. May l give hel
Daisys old red cloak and take hel
one of grandma's pumpkin pies?"
Her mother smiled fondly and patteC
her hand. She was accustomed tt
Catherine, and cheerfully encouraged
her in her unscientific philanthropy.
Catherine is too young to study
social science" she told the bewilderet
cousin. at is too large for her yet.
Yes, l think so, dear" she said
"and 1 will pack little Thanksgivin,
basket for her. She won't be offend
ed. You can tell her that you
mother wanted you to take it, Cath
crime possibly inherited little of he
diplomatic ability from her mother.
They packed the basket and folde'
the cloak, assisted by the aunts ant
cousins, to whom Catherin had no
failed to relate the little story of Ros
and Seville.
"Give the little Seville this" sail
her uncle, handing her a silver dollar
"Tell the Rose upon the balcony tina
l never before have known, even in
directly, anyone actually named 70
the heroine of story"
How kind you all are" said Cath
crime.
"She will do a lot of good in thi
world" said her uncle, closing the doc
for her. "She is filled to the brim wit
J sisterly love- She'll never patroniz
a cat"
l NO." said her cousin. "She woul
ask it's advice or discuss landscape
. with it,
, "She is dear girl" said her mother
Meanwhile the dear grip ha
found. the two rooms in which Ros
3 and her little girl lived She knocke
] softly, and the little girl cautiousl
opened the door. Catherin went int
;. the kitchen and eagerly took the VIC
/ mans hand.
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