The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-11-29

waitin' fur his dinner. Indade an he
aint"
A year ago today the strong Irish i
voice of Katie had risen in diff
ferent strain above the .'thump,
thump' of her potato pestle, and float !
ing through the doors of the library, |
had fallen. ON Georges ears.
'sSure, an i amt after SEEM any |
reason fur cookin' a Thanksgiving |
dinner when. Ted aint home" Katie
!had said. II alters said to meself.
says 1, Thanksgivin' dinners and that
byeis appetite were just made fur, one
another, they fit togither so nacherl
like. 1.-The, Lord Il be mereiful to me
soul if liver / lay rae hands on the
villain that shtarted this war;
Here a mighty Trump of the potato
pestle :, had drowned Katie's voice.
George. had blinked bravely for a sec
ond or so, had swallowed hard and
given the big 'bearrug that lay in
front of the hearth two or three force
full kicks with her stubby little foot.
| George always kicked things when
she felt like crying, and last Thanks
giving she had been as fearful as
she could. possibly be. ~~-,~
ut was bad enough to have Ted
away Off III France on amy day in the
Iyear," she had told herself "but the
livery idea of having him over there on
Thanksgiving! She couldn't imagine
anything worse except Of course, not
having him at all.
| Every Thanksgiving as far back as
she. could remember, she and Ted had
engaged in tug of war over the tur-
keys wishbone Then too, Ted had
/ always taken her to a football game on
| Thanksgiving day Ted had taken
her lots Of places and had treated her
a great deal nicer than most boys
i treat their sisters. He was hand
somer, jollier, cleverer than the big
boys her friends boosted Of and
| George was quite sure that no other
1 girl could miss brother half SO much
as she missed Ted She knew that
+ Mira Jennings and Agnes Conwell
hadn't put nearly so much love into
the snug khaki sweaters they had
knitted for their brothers as she had
lstitched into the one she knitted for
l Ted, and she had gotten a sore finger
too, where the needle pricked it. She
had thought of sending Ted a box of
fudge for Thanksgiving but-well she
land Katie ate the candy with spoons.
IGeorgie had given the rug another
hard kick when she remembered these
Things. Then she had gone to the
window and had gazed moodily out at
1.-THE Whirling snowfiakes.
| A rather solitary looking man had
walked slowly down the street gazing
lstraight ahead Of him. He was tall
land pale and thin. His hat was pulled
far down on his forehead and his
hands were thrust deep into his over
coat pockets. George had noticed
him pass the house a great many
times and Mira Jennings had told her
that he was a Frenchman and a guest
at the big hotel across from her home.
George had pressed her face
against the pane and had scrutinized
him carefully as he approached her
house last Thanksgiving day. She
had supposed he had no friends in
America and so he must be rather
lonely "on such day as Thanksgiving
1t was too bad NO one had invited
this Frenclman and France was
iour ally. She had hoped that the
people over in his country weren't
Treating Ted inhospitably. She wished
tshe could invite the stranger to dine
with them. @@.
| From across the hall had come a
itremulous voice and her mother had
said to Dad: Il don't think we would
be quite so lonely today, Jack, if we
had invited company to dinner.
wish we had asked your brother Jim to
leone down. He reminds me SO much
of Ted ',FS st.%E' -
Just then the .Frenchman's foot had
lslipped and he had executed mar
velous dance, in all liability
French, for George had never seen
such agile manoeuvres and SO many,
before. < Then he had fallen, face
downward, in the snow A moment
later, when he had scrambled to his
! feet, George had confronted him
With: 'T.'.* i
You're not hurt, I hope, Mon
i sewer" (She had been studying
lTed's French GRAMMAR 80
i 20 no, I'm all right, thank you,
i mademoiselle," he had said, smiling at
her pronunciation of Monsieur, "but I
think I've twisted my foot little"
/ Georgia had searched in vain for
some nice French words in which to
i extend her sympathy Then suddenly
she had spoken in very blunt Eng
tlish the idea suppermost in her mind
You haven't been invited out to
Thanksgiving dinner have your"
The ~Frenchman who had been
brushing snow from his coat, had
lstopped and regarded her with a puz-
Filed expression
NO. he answered slowly, Il
haven't
We'll, l was thinking, since you're
a Frenchman and haven't any friends
in America and haven't been invited
out to dinner, you might come to our
house? We'd like to have you too,
fbecause YOU see, Ted isn't home.
Then, of course, we'd like to have you
Lust for yourself" she had added hur-
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