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NEOPLE laid tbey were "a pair of
Js precious fools to give uch a mitt of
.1 baliy that horrid long name."
"As if it were going to make her better
than we common U'iks," said Itelie Wicker
ink, with her nose in the air; or that "he
would he any better looking, either," added
Merry J axon, who was a rtcognueU bwuty
from her birth.
Nevertheless the Kimball did name, the
dot of humanity that horrid, lone; name in
ipitc of the comment and adverse opinion
oi a dozen exceedingly interested DCiffhbor.
Whether it was because there was a bank
of the beautiful blossoms in the sunny
nith room where she was born on that
Thanksgiving day, they having been hustled
in from the uncongenial November air out
side a few hours before her coming, or not,
was never explained.
No matter; C'hryeanthen was now the
helle of Koterock, notwithstanding her
horrid, long name.
Kighteen serene Thanksgiving suns had
run the glowing day-rim, setting in a halo
of memories sweet for Kimball's daughter,
and we find her fair and pun as the flowtri
for which she was named.
To-morrow would be her nineteenth birth
day, and Mr. and Mrs. Kimball meant to
have a lovely surprise on Chrrnanthea.
And this special November was behaving it
aelf in a special way with reference to the
parental plans under way.
To day the pleasant, deep dining-room was
banked with snow-white and creamy blos
soms on three sidts, a beautiful wainscoting,
truly.
Mrs. Kimball gave the tame reason to
Chiysanthea for the indoor bloom that she
had given to her husband just 10 years ago.
"These bleak nights," the said, "and
chrysanthemums were never made for each
other." Hut her room and her heart were
always congenial for them. And Mr. Kim
hall smiled in a proud, contented way as he
carried in the blooming bank nearly two
decide ago.
To-day the atately daughter tmiled the
same proud, glad smile while bending over
v
CHRYSAHTHEA AND HER PROTEGE.
the rich beauty about her. "Our dining
room will be magnificently yet simply dec
orated for to-morrow," she said, her tine
yes taking in the wealth of bloom at one ap
preciative aweep.
She was her mother's daughter; the blos
aotns were her aoul's delight. Hut Chrytan
thea had a leaf in her heart chapter which,
' some way, had been left out or turned
"er a blank in the bosom of her fond mam
She had a penchant for looking after
Ine poor; and her father gave her a beau
tiful compliment when he faid that "hia
-uhter waa just like all other (lowers, as
ready to bloom for the poor ai for the
Mlthy."
"Othinff Was ever anv true than this-
Jd a Chrytanthea drank in th quiet, rich
JMtjr of the blossom bank, a thought of'
" bare cheerless cellar room on Brisbane
""et, where, day after day, a child tossed
Kirn one .jfo to the other with the pain
"d rettlewneM oi a long illness, came to her
,n'i she said: "O, mamma, I must take
of thia beauty and comfort to poor lit
V Janet when I go with the Thanksgiving
"t in the morning."
lea," nid Mrs. Kimball, Intent en train
ing a vine over a picture in the next room,
"but pick them out here and there, to the
effect will cot be spoiled."
"0, mamma, certainly; but you are so
careful of tomorrow's 'etfert.' I wonder at
it a little, seeing only we are to be the oh-
erven." And the fair girl looked a little
puzzled.
"Well, well!" exclaimed her mother, com
hng forward with a smile more puzzling than
circumstance or desire, "are 'we only' not as
appreciative at any company, dear? our
papa and mamma love chrysanthemums;
one, especially, with all our heart," and
she kitted the inquiring lace turned tow ard
her.
"Yss, mamma," and Chrytanthea smiled
again; "but the 'effect1 st Kimball's would
not, could not, be as beautiful at in Janet's
cold, cheeriest cellar room."
"No, daughter, I know; and yet - there
are turpritei everywhere." Mis. Kimball
looked beyond Chrytanthea and teemed to
see a vision of beauty.
"riue." answered the girl, meditatively,
"so you will let me take a 'surprise' with the
expected dinner?"
"Certainly." The mother's giue rami
back to the daughter's I . "Will you bring
one back with you, di 11 ! If not we will be
obliged to scare up one h ... on't we? To
morrow is your birthday,
"A surprise?" and the k i ice iraumed
a puzzled iook again. "1 do not know of any
to bring," she said, slowly; "hut thesi
would keep me in mind of the day, even
though 1 tried to forget," waving her jew
eled hand around the room like a fairy
wand. "A to the surprises, mamma, 1
mean to be equal to any of them."
She Fpoke like a prophet, I ut w ithout a
prophet's knowledge, yet her prophecy came
true.
Two years before, when Chrytanthea
graduated at Berea, she left behind her more
thau college life, although she often de
clared: "Xo one ever had sin si sweet and
bright companions in a gradual. ng class at
she had."
And Mme. Moreau declared, facetiously,
that she was "graduating an exquisite bou
quet" that year, there being two Roses, one
Lily, one l'unsy, one Althea and s Chrysan
themum, Beyond this desirable companions-hip, as
we have intimated, Chrysanthea't heart
warmed happily toward another not of the
feminine persuasion.
Studying medicine in her uncle's office,
Jack Beverly had met her at her uncle's
home frequently and while in Berea their
lives ran sweetly en and on together.
But since then she had not seen or heard
aught of Jack, save when her Uncle Kim
ball wrote that "Young Beverly had set up
shop on his own hook now."
Chrytanthea remembered one Thanks
giving night, as she and Jack were return
ing from a party, that he had held her hand
longer than usual and said, softly: "i am
to glad to have known you, Miss Kimball.
You are my Incentive for nil things good!"
And in the half-frightened glance she gave
him, she saw something beyond friendship
in his eloquent eyes.
Weeks afterward it all flashed upon her
with a sudden revelation that made her
heart beat faster and warmer than ever be
fore; and she knew that Jack Beverly was
in love with her, .nnd she with him, though
no further confession had been made.
In the hurry and bustle of getting ready
to go home, she failed to see Jack, and she
came away from Berea without even so
much as a "good-by" to him.
And then chrysanthemums! Hew Jack
loved them. She' remembered that. How
he would enjoy this profusion, thitelabonte
Thanksgiving border while he ate his tur
key. Rut no danger of ruch a happening. He
was now "no longer in Rerea," Uncle Kim
ball said, and she had no idea w here he was.
A breath of college days etole over the fair
girl as she gathered the blossom! "here and
there one," na Mamma Kimball had direct
ed, "to the effect would be intact."
O, if the girls could only sit dow n with her
to dinner to-day! Rose Eyeting and Lily
Davenport did so love turkey, she remem
bered, and Althea Harlan "just adored
cranberry sauce." .
But, of course, "this could not lie either,"
with a sigh; though something a great deal
more profitable could be and would be ac
complished this morning, than to build air
castlesand pull them down again. She would
make little Janet happy; and "inasmuch as
ye have done it to one of the least of these."
etc.
That was reward enough, happiness
enough for one Thanksgiving day, and she
would not occupy herself with selfish beats.
Doubtless the girls were butterflying it
around the social circle she had heard as
much and Jack? Well he, most likely.
WMtsgianlag to be a Maid phyn'cita wkoss
mind wss taken up with piils and potions,
aa4 the aches and pains of his patron;
while she, Chryianthea, had her lovely home
and loving parents at of old, and plenty of
poor people to oomfort and help. And plenty
to help with! What a blessing to be thank
ful for this cheery, Thanksgiving morning.
"I will be back in time to help with the
dinner," said Chryaanthea, her face a beam
with the love of doing good, at she posed be
tween a basket of dainties on the one hand
ami a basket of Chrysanthemum on the
other, destined for Janet's comfortless sick
room. "O, that doesn't matter," her mother
hastened to say; "Jane hat everything well
im hsnd, and I shall beat the helm. Don't
cut your visit short, dear; make it pleasant
for the poor thing, as only you can. 1 wish
I had your faculty for making people
happy!"
Mrs. Kimball sighed, as if her daughter's
faculty for brightening the lives of people
wtt uppermost in her mind. But the was
thinking of something else more skin to
the "butterfly" idea.
Five young ladies in different parts of the
state had received invitations to a "sur
prise on Chrytanthea" at Thanksgiving
time. In two hours the ten o'clock train
would be in and two Rosea, a Lily, a l'ansy
and an Althea were expected.
"It is Chrysanthea't birthday, you all re
member, of course, and don't fail me," ran
the invitation, and each flower graduate de
termined, let come what would, they would
bs a part of the Kimball surprise.
"0, Miss Kimball, how perfectly lovely)
Little Janet fell to caressing the flowers,
while the joy lighted up her paleface. "I am
so much better this moi ning," slo- said, "and
it really is Thanksgiving, with reetontion
to health in prospect. That bit of heavenly
sunshine streaming in at my ene little win
dow; these beautiful blossoms and you,
Mist Kimball I am to glad for you, here."
Chrytanthea knelt bes.de the . ouch, bury
ing her face in the roarte pillow. She w ant
ed to be as thankful as Jan. I ; she had so
much more to enjoy, Heaven km w I
Some one came in quietly and stood on
the other side of the bed. Oni ' the neigh
bors, doubtless full of curiosity to Knd out
what she had brought this tin e.
But no. "0, doctor, tee what Mi- Kim
ball brought me!" giving the flowers another
caress; "you mind 1 told you of her often?
She's jnt an angel, doctor!"
"1 remember," answered the physician,
"and thiM- are superb, my f.. flowers;
always lighting up the datl places and
i. eik days."
It was not the von e of a curious neighbor.
No! that voice was familial ; where had she
beard it"
A thin, white hand stole over Chrysan
thea't bowed bead, and Janet whispered:
"Look up; here's the doctor. II, loves tlow
tra, too, especially chrysanthi i urns."
Chryaanthea rose at the child's artiest In
troduction. "Chrytanthea Kimball!" Tl watallthi
physician said, but hecaratan i id and took
two willing hands in hi own. A leaf of the
old college chapter fluttered b k from pa.-;
to present und both read tog. .her a joyous
rhanktgiving psalm,
Meanwhile the all important "ten o'clock"
had come sml a bevy of finely dr tied young
adies alighted from the one city bus of
Roterock at Kimbali's door, and was made
THE DEACON'S RUNAWAY.
A Thanksgiving Comedg With a Floral an J
Several Episodes.
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OORVOW be keerful, deacon" said
Mrs. Dawson, when her hut
band came out of the stable
yard with the dun mare harnessed t the
light wagon and dressed in hit best clothes.
It wat thanksgiving morning, and the
tkisa wen as bright as they could be, and
Deacon Dawson wat feeling good, which
: wat hit usual way, and, whip in hand, he
gave the dun a light tip and off they went.
"Keep her in the road, too," shouted hit
hetter half after him, at in a cloud of dutt
the outfit vtnithsd. "Don't go near Sam
Turner's. You know how you ttand, and
and 1 don't want you to have anything to
do with that man."
But the dun wat already out of tight with
her precious load, and the deacon wat think
ing of his last horte trade which had netted
him a neat little- sum by hit tagarity.
Now, the Turners and Dawtoni were not
on good termt and had not been for years.
Their farmt almost joined and a little trade
had turned the men against one another,
although it was said that Sam Turner was
willing to forgive his enemy, but had never
made any advances in that direction.
I'cacon Dawson had not thought of for
giveness at any tune, for he maintained that
he had nothing to forgive, but said at times
that there would always be an inseparable
gulf between him and his neighbor.
All at once the deacon thought of his old
enemy and smiled as he laid to himself:
"It will be a cold day w hen I make up w ith
Sam Turner. I don't sec what he has to be
thankful for to day unless it is f,,r i(,c man
ner in which he got ahead of the Baxter boys
the other day in that little wheal deal. I'll
tee him in Halifax before 1 make any over
tures to him, that 1 will!"
Kverj thing went pleasantly for tome time.
The dun was a little more mettlesome than
usual that morning, as the had nol been on
the road for a few days, hut that suited her
master, w ho was confident that he could con
I trol her under any and all circumstances.
Suddenly the mare shied at something
i along the road and the next moment, show
ing a little more of her mettle than the dea
con liked, was careering onward at dan
gerous speed. The good old deacon braced
himself in an cliort to check the spee.l of the
snimtl, but found at oace thai he had his
handi full.
In a little while '.he mare was plunging
along in a cloud of dust, having taki n the bit
in her teeth, tnd Deacon Dawson, having
lost his hat in hit vain efforts to curb her,
i presented anything but a pleating spectacle.
"I'm in for it, 1 guess, and on Thanksg v
ing day, too," welled from the deacon's
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Welcome by the genial pretence of Mr. rind
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out from behind ten curtains ejaculat
ed: "My! they have Thai. c.vmg com
pany." But Mrs. Kimball hustled these flowers
into the parlor something after the fashion
of an afore-time occasion, saying as she did
so: "Chrytanthea will be hue shortly, and
1 want this surprise to be complete."
And Jack Beverly was saying - he walked
home with Chrytanthea: " I - is such a
tweet surprise; and to-mon- w is your
birthday! Could anything be e mpleter?"
"And 1 promised to bring n ajnma a sur
prise if 1 could find one," said I rvsanthea.
i as she opened tile hall door a few minutes
.ater.
"Mamma!" she called, opei li g the par
lor door, "I In ought you a n use; come
and see it."
"You come here a moment ' rst, dear,"
came the reply. "1 alto ba i surprise;
come and see; then 1 w ill enji your sur
prise." Jack motioned her to go i-i. while he
waited in the hall.
"Oh, girls!" exclaimed Chi. santhea, as
her classmates rose to greet her. "I've w ant
ed to see you so much!" and they laughed
and crii-d together.
After greetings had been exchanged in
genuine schoolgirl fashion and i'apa and
Mamma Kimball had reached the seventh
heaven of delight, Chryaanthea laid: "Wait
a minute; I'll bring my Surprise right in."
"Mamma," Fhe said is she presented the
radiant Jack, "here is the biggc st and nicest
surprise X could lind, Mr. Jack Beverly,
physician and surgeon of this city, and your
prospective son-in-law.
"And girls," she added, shyly, her face
shining with an inner thanksgiving, "you
all knew Jack in Berea."
"0, yes, yes;" they exclaimed in happy
chorus, "but, Chrytanthea, dear, it seems
you knew him best."
Thus in a glad, impromptu manner Jack
Beverly was presented to his triendt and
prospective relations and the stately Mist
Kimball proved herself to be equal to tweet
surprises at least.
And it is safe to say that no happier din
ner party could have been found in all Rose
rock that lovely November day than that
one which set down to dinner at the Kim
ball home, hedged in by a bank of cream
and white chrysanthemums.
TlinnkiKlvInar Time.
I The Wife Well, my dear, shell we have
turkey for Christmas, too?
The Brute Yet, I suppose tbat't when
we'll be making our last meal off thia one.
N. Y. World. I
SPILLED IB THE TUKNE t DOORTARD.
throat, as the mare- increased her speed,
while the wagon rocked in tin- mad race
I "I'll steer her clear of Sain Turner's gate ll
it it open, as it generally is, for what would
Sarah say if she knew I fell into the hands
of that mountebank. Whoa, Emma! Hang
1 it all! there's the gate open now. Just as 1
thought."
The deacon was now putting forth hit beat
efforts to stay the catattrophl ; but the
chances looked black, and when the mare
came to the gate leading into the Turner
farm the made straight for it, to the old
man's horror.
Vainly did Deacon Dawson try to stem
, the tide; he did all he could, but with a mad
, Less which he could not control the animal
plunged into the opening and in another
momtnt wat careering w ildly up tin-lane.
As well might the doomed man have tried
1 to arrest the onset of a cyclone; he could not
i stop the dun, who teemed determined to
lanJ her master on the very slips of his en
j emy's home.
Suddenly the front wheel struck an un-
mreseen oustruction ami In anotner moment
the wagon was overturned aim the deacon,
still holding onto the lines, was being
dragged forward over the rough road.
Everything pointed to a moul nfiil Thanks
giving for the good old deacon, when the
whole wagon teemed to collapse, and the
next tecond the whole outfit waa pilot! in a
promiscuous heap right in the Tuic;? door
yard. The dun, finally kicking onc frOB ths
debris, vanished through another gate
w hich led toward a pasture, while the dea
con, almost buried L. j x rrrrj
in vain to extricate himself.
"Well, deacon, how are you this Hors
ing?" suddenly exclaimed a voice, and in an
other moment a pair of stioiig i-bi tw
extricating the unfortunate man from kit
dilemma.
When the deacon gained his feat be wss
horrified to look into the placid fast d kit
enemy, who was offering his condolences in
good faith.
"You appear to have met with an accident,
deacon," continued Turner. "Ix-t me help
you out, and, by the way, stay for dinner."
"What! with you, Sam Tinner?"
"Why not? I've been expecting company
that did not come, and, by the way, I've
got a new horse I'd like to have you loot t."
Looking at himself the good old deacon
concluded that he needed a little brushing
up, and when Turner had helped him into
the house, where his wife took care of him,
and the runaway dun had been caught, the
deacon sat down to one of the best dinners
he ever enjoyed.
"Qstae again, deacon," said Turner, on
parting from hit involuntary guest. "Say
next Thanksgiving"
"But not behind a nag like the dun,"
growled Deacon Dawson. "I guess, after all,
this it the best Thanksgiving I've ever had.
Say, Brother Turner, there never wat much
between ut, anyhow?"
"Not much, deacon. There'e nothing
now." And the Turners watched their gut -1
out of light, and the following Thanksgiv
ing there Wat great dinner at the Daw
son's and Brother Turner and his wife were
he "guests of honor."
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