The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-07-30

is wrong? Well. I'm not taking any
chances on it; l shall go tomorrow.
What? Meet me in Macon? Good
of it together, and if he isn't Well
good-by,'
At Janet's own home there was con-
sternatiOn. II don't know what on
earth TO think, Magnus.' her mother
said. Janet was TO have spent
Thanksgiving with Sans daughters.
She has written such provoking little
notes, anyway, ever since she has been
ut the farm. Something must be the
matter. Sans girls are giving
Thanksgiving ball for her, and yet"
"Will you Just pack a few things
into a bag for me?" said Magnus Hill
ditch, abruptly. Janet has already
remained with father three weeks
longer than she intended-she has
written all his letters The probability
| is that he has had an accident of some
sort, and will not allow her to tell
us. You know his independence, and
his reluctance to give trouble. 1t is
a particularly inopportune time for me
| TO leave. but l must look after him."
Thanksgiving morning found Janet
up bright and early. She and Miss
Lindy had made the old house spicl
and span from roof to floor, and Jan
cts artistic fingers had decked the
rooms with autumn foliage AID fruits
Strange to say, Aunt Isabel had de-
scended upon the household in the
middle of the night There had been
no explanations, but she entered at
once into the spirit of things, and trail
ed her rich dress through room after
room of her girlhoods home, as with
her father and niece she gave a last
look TO see that everything was ready
for the coming of the neighbors. Big
oak fires burned in every room, I'M
big open fireplaces, and the CHEEKY
flames were reflected upon brick
hearths and andirOns. whitewashed in
the old-fashioned way, that always re-
minded Janet of snow and of frosted
cakes.
They're a-comin' Already" called
Miss Indy; and sure enough, down
the road a team was kicking up a
dust. The three went to the gate, ex-
guests, but To-
The boys. The boys!" shouted
Grandfather Hilditch; and three big.
bearded men climbed down from the
wagon.
The old mans voice broke as he
welcomed them. and there was some
thing that made the three sons and
the daughter avoid each others eyes,
and look tenderly upon the old man
and the young girl who stayed so close
to his side. They went within. and
gathered about the fireplace in moth
er's room," with Its memories.
How did you all happen to come ?"
Mrs. Huntley asked her brothers.
why. ii seemed a spontaneous up
rising of filial affection" responded
Magnus Hilditch. Eve all felt lit
tie anxious about father-it isn't easy
to telegraph ten miles from the rail-
way-and when we found he was
spending Thanksgiving at home, we
just came. And how about yourself?'
"Oh, | had missed his letters SOL
allowed Janet to write for him IL he
was able to do 1t himself"
Grandfather looked deprecatingly
down at Janet.
"Since ii served to bring you home,
Isabel, l don't regret it," he said, but
I'll have to own up that have prob
ably missed the writing of those let
tiers more than you have the receiving
Of them. My little girl wanted to help
me"
Our little girl needs to take course
in correspondence" laughed Uncle
Tom. Il never in all my days read
such unsatisfactory letters"
Nor -
"Nor L."
Janet could bear no more. Half
laughing, half-crying, she sprang up
and from the corner of the mantel
took down a budget OF letters. The
children's letters always had lain there
from week to week.
you needn't say q word-not one
of you.' she cried. "I've taken my
course in correspondence, and learn.
ed right here-from these very let.
ters-that there isn't anything worth
writing about except the weather and
the family health. 1 told you grand
father was well, and | told you the
kind of weather."
She flew out of the room, and down
to the kitchen to help Miss Indy.
} They'll not misunderstood. either
she thought. Father will give me q
. lecture, but I suspect that he will dc
his own writing after this. end that
the others won't dare not TO do better
But, oh. they do love him-they do
, love my sweet old grandfather, ever
If they don't write to him as IL he
was a real live man. and that is news
, Of interest to me, and / shouldn't won
der Il 1t Is to him, too" Youth.
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