The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-11-24
sh.. In. \. ,.d. cloak that shs has.

look sweet In It. Won't you let her
wear it? Its Q shame to have 1t hang
| ing Idly fnsthc closet when she would
| look 90 dear Ia 1t. wish she would
wake up and let me see her eyes. They
must be pretty. have to get on soon.
tfYou see; Tam going toschurch, because
it is Thanksgiving day. Won't you give
me your address, and let me send the
cloak7 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 you?" 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. q 3r4 fE
'sWhy, miss, If you don't need 1t, I'd
be glad to have it for Seville-my girls
named Seville, after girl ina book.
her pa gave me when he first knowed
Isme.P ! II II
GLOW Interestingly" said Catherine,
"It's such an unusual name, too. My
name is Catherine. and SO is mothers:
and. my grandmothers and her moth.
er's."
my name is Rose," said the wom-.
an: Her face was less doll and her,
|.vpicesless tired. II was POI pleasant to-
forget for moment her sorrows. and.
discuss pretty names with girl who,
|sseemednof to remember one g poverty.
"My ma named me for rose she found
in an ash-barrel before I was born"
,.sThat is. like q story. too" said
Catherine. She pulled the roses from,
her jacket. Il read poem once
about Q. Bose 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, I do said Catherine. tender.
". 'When mama asked us this morn.
ing. what We had to be thankful for
to-day, I said, For all the lovely peo-.
pie I-knowe and all the beautiful things
1 see OF course, there are other things;
too, but these are the incest. What
are YOU specially thankful for?" .
"We1l, Tdon't know as there's much,
miss, for me to be thankful for to-days
I'm .havin' hard times now, with the
man in the drink and Seville ailin',"s
said the woman. bitterly. !,
il Eatheriueskdew little OF social SCI
ence, according toi her cpaisin'H ver-
dict, land she said, 1T certainly must
be- hard; but perhaps you could Think
Of something special. Mama insists
that every one can. You just try"
'Well," said the woman, "but it
amt easy
NO sitsaisn.tn Dear me- i must. get
off at this next corner! What is your
address2. May /, bring the cloak my
self this afternoon. after church and
dinner? Goodby!" |,
The woman watched her as she hur.
|sried. across the street "she's funny
kind of girl, but she's awful nice,s
she thought. She held the roses to
her face, and remembered the pretty
thing the girl had said about Rose
among roses.pg.r The delicate flower q
sentiment, the flower whose fragrance
is the most subtle, the most exquisite
in the world, had been crushed. in the
woman, but a faint new life quivered
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.
1T. Mama there was a woman in the
car with little girl. The little girl
didn't have half enough on. She
really okedscold..===hdaysaI@gixesasher
Daisy's old red cloak and take her
one of grandma's pumpkin pies?"
Her mother smiled fondly and patted
her hand. She was accustomed TO
Catherine. and .cheerfully encouraged
her in hersunsclentific philanthropy
j "catherihs as.lolpH 4psgsto study
Esocial scieace.a ahetel4 fhebewilderA
cousin. I'D po laga III her YETI
eyes, think Sd. ! dealgpA she sai1.
Irand will pack i s=lAalss Thea ksgtyi1g
basket for her. She won't 6e offena-
ed. You can tell her that yoiir
mother. wanted you to take it." Cath
crime possibly inherited a little Of hsr
diplomatic ability from her mothers
They packed the basket and folded
the cloak. >, assisted by the a,ldts and
cousins, to whom Catherine had, NIT
failed to relate the little story Of. Rose
and Seville. 1
"Give the little zsevil1e;s this" said
her uncle, handing her q silver dollar.
''Tell the Rose upon the balcony TINT
.I~nevers before have known. even II
directly, anyone actually named for
the heroine of story T.
How kind you all. are" said Cath
crime. MifEs..s3 T..
''she will do lot Of good in this
world, said her uncle; closing the door
for her., "She is filled to the brim with
sisterly love. She'll never patronHe
a cat" xytss ~. &
NO." said her cousin. "she would
ask its advice or discuss Landscapes
with it." >.
'she is a dear girl" said her mother.
Meanwhile the 'dear girl" r. hid