Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-11-30

/ asked uef ID LuaL COaXluS way 10 re-
Ceive gifts as special concessions to
them.
''Why, miss, if you don't need it, I'D
be glad to have 1t for Seville-my girls
named Seville, after girl in a boo),
her pa gave me when he first knowed
me-"
| How Interestingly" 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. It was so pleasant to
forget for a moment her sorrows, and
discuss pretty. names with a girl who
seemed not to remember ones poverty.
MY ma named me for a rose she found
in an ash-barrel before I was born"
THAT is like a story, too," said
Catherine. She pulled the roses from
her jacket. II 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. 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
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
dict, and 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
mo it isn't Dear me, I must get
of at this next corner! What Is your
address? May bring the cloak my
self this afternoon, after church and
dinner? Goodby!"
The woman watched her as she bur-
ried across the street "She's funny
kind of girl, but she's awful NICE"
she thought. She held the roses to
her face, and rememb ered the pretty
thing the girl had said about a 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 quivereu
In 1t 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 girl
didn't have half enough on. She
really looked cold. May I give her
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 her unscientific philanthropy.
Catherine is too young to study
social science" she told the bewildered
cousin. 1T is too large for her yet"
eyes, I think so, DEAR" she said,
and I will pack a little Thanksgiving
basket for her. She won't be Offend
ed. You can tell her that your
mother wanted you to take it." Cath
crime possibly inherited little of her
diplomatic ability from her mother.
They packed the basket and folded
the cloak, assisted by the aunts and
cousins, to whom Catherine had not
failed to relate the little story Of Rose
and Seville.
Give the little Seville this" said
her uncle, handing her a silver dollar.
Tell the Rose upon tho balcony that
I never before have known, even in
directly, anyone actually named for
the heroine Of story"
How kind you all are" said Cath
crime.
"She will do lot of good in this
world" said her uncle, closing the door
for her. "She is filed to the brim with
sisterly love. She'll never patronize
a cat"
"No," said her cousin. "She would
ask its advice or discuss landscapes
with it."
"She is dear GIRL" said her mother.
Meanwhile the dear girl'' had
found the two rooms in which Rose
and her little girl lived. She knocked
softly, and the little girl cautiously
opened the door. Catherine went into
the kitchen and eagerly took the wo-
mans hand.
"Her eyes are lovely" she whispered.
The kitchen was warm but very
bare and cheerless. GATHERINGS roses
made one bright spot in It. Catherine.
however, appeared utterly oblivious
to It's squalor.
She unwrapped the cloak. do try
it on herr" she said. The woman
amazed herself with her pleasant flut-
ter and excitement. She began to be
proud Of her child. She had been
too busy, too miserable to care whether
her eyes were brown or blue; but this
girl seemed so happy because the child
was pretty that the woman's natural
pride awakened.
"Well, now, she 10 fine sight in
it, amt she?" she said. "Walk over
there, Seville, till see you! Now it's
real stylish you're lookin'. An it's me