Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-11-27
T he Lo st Thanks.
giving Day

not often happen. there was SCHoi
ally one little girl whose friends
lived too far away or else thought the
holiday too short for trip.
81 made sure my father would say
it wasn't worth while to go home from
Wednesday till Monday" said Katie
Lindsay. Mother must have said she
wanted me very much!"
"Katie!''
Miss Whitaker was calling. Katie
already hated and furred, ran to her
Il saw telegram come" murmuret
Daisy Chester, Katie's best friend. :"
| hope it isn't that she can't CO."
Then she looked round eagerly ant
saw with relief that the English
teacher was out of hearing. She
would have bounced on such a mud
die of sentence.
ooh, Miss Whitaker"
Katie dropped the yellow paper onto
the floor.
Il am sorry, my dear" Miss Whit
taker, tall and thin, was bearing hel
sorrow well, Katie thought bitterly.
Miss Graham and Mademoiselle
are staying" went on the principal
land you can go to church with Miss
Graham, and to the metropolitan
museum with Mademoiselle in the at
ternoon."
Thank you, Miss Whitaker" muir
INJURED Katie. miss Whittaker's
pupils were we'll trained in small
politeness). MAY 1 go now?"
In the hall, Daisy flung her arms
round her.
"We1l ask her if you can come with
me-" she cried.
"No, Daisy" Miss Graham, at
hand now, shook her head. Katie
could not go on your invitation alone,
and there is the taxi waiting
A few minutes of hustle and exclam-
atoms of regret and farewell, and then
the empty hall! Katie thought she
could not bear it. She ran up to her
own dormitory, large bedroom with
three beds. From the window she
saw Miss Whitaker and the German
governess depart together.
The disappointment was too big for
tears. She thought of her mother fly
ing to the bed side of a sick sister,
and her father called south on bust
ness.
1T will be lost Thanksgiving day, =
she said to herself, as she put away
her hat and furs.
It was indeed a very dull and lonely
Thanks giving eve. Mademoiselle and
Miss Graham had made shopping
plans, which could not be set aside
for the afternoon
No tears had come. Katie's heart
grew little harder, a little angrier,
every minute. Why must Aunt Cert
.ude want mother on Thanks giving
lay? Why must father
Ting-a-ling-ling!
Katie was near the study, so she
vent to the telephone. 1t was for her
hat the call had rung.
Can I speak to Miss Lindsay? Oh,
Katie, is it you? Listen, dear-Daisy
Chester telephoned me from the sta
Ton Ask Miss Graham If you can
spend the day with me tomorrow. /
have two nieces coming from Connec-
ticut. One is about your age, and the
other two years older. We will have
Inner, and go somewhere
The speaker at the other end was
4 lady who came every week to
the pupils on their shop
ping expeditions. At first Katie's
heart leaped with pleasure. 1t would
be at least better than spending the
day in school, and the nieces might
be nice.
Then she felt hard and angry again.
No; she would not take her spoiled
so lightly as that. They
should know at home how spoiled it
lad been.
'It's very kind of you. Mrs. Wade"
she almost stammered into the tele-
phone, "but-but-Ill stay here. Miss
Whitaker ARRANGED it all. Thank
'ou and good-by.'
She rang off quickly, partly because
The felt embarrassed at her own un-
and partly because she
vas afraid she would weaken if Mrs.
Nad. urged her to come.
She did not tell Miss Graham about
he rejected invitation and she went
,arly and sulkily to bed.
Thanksgiving day dawned clear,
old and pleasant It was not so cold
IS to pinch one-one merely wanted
O walk quickly. That was what
<atie felt as she went at Miss Ora
lam's slow and sedate pace to
church. She did not want to go at
Ill.
Am l to return thanks for having
o stay in school and not seeing moth
r. and father?' she asked herself as
he bowed her head by Miss Graham's
ide. She didn't pray.
It would have been useless to tell
Mss Graham she didn't want to 60 to
hurch but she certainly meant to de-
line the Metropolitan museum. She
would not improve her mind on this
lost Thanksgiving
But the music softened her, in spite
f herself. The church was beautiful
II it's Thanksgiving dress of autumn
caves, fruits and flowers and vege-
ables, corn. and cedar wreaths. me
hoir. too, suggested a brightness that
vas not concerned with Thanksgiving
timers.