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Show When ' the $tt' urkey ofhy Ebwdas 44TT 1 T ANTED, by a mar-"M mar-"M ft rled couple, one HMrY lonesome, homeHlck f 1 American. Must be f LS" alone In Jondon and -C' J desirous of eating V 22 Thanksgiving turkey 't i with couple from home. Address will rVa be found at window D." Helen Graham turned after putting up her small sign on the wall of an American rendezvous In London and spoke to the man behind window D. "Now, Mr. Gray, you will be sure to send some very nice Americana to me, won't you? I am trusting entirely to your selection." The ever ready smile of the American came to her lips and eyes. "Just fancy any Yankee's being otherwise," laughed the Englishman. "Hut I will confine my choice to two whom I think worthy of your hospitality." hospi-tality." "How will you manage to turn undesirables un-desirables away?" questioned Helen, who was not quite a ire aa to the outcome out-come of her unconventional scheme for Thanksgiving guests. "I shall tell them that the invitation has already been accepted, Mrs. Graham." Gra-ham." The Englishman smiled, in bis turn. He was not without his own plans. "I do not contemplate difficulty" diffi-culty" "It's awfully good of you to do this for me." Helen's eyes reflected for a moment the wilfulness of ber heart. "You see, at home Thanksgiving is such a chummy, big hearted and : happy day that I Just couldn't stand , it not to manifest a little good fellow- , ship. Mr. Graham and I would have , wept over the turkey. I'm sure." The big lounging room of the ren- dezvous was practically deserted when I Helen Graham and her husband road ' their way out on the Hay market, i "What a change from the crowds in I July!" remarked Helen. ' "All the better for our advertisement." advertise-ment." said Graham. "There won't I be many applicants. I thought yon I wanted two guests?" "I do, but I put one down on the add, ao that they will not come in crowds. A single person is more likely like-ly to be lonesome, anyway," she fin- ' Ished. "I'll bet you put Gray up to sending a man and a woman," chlded Dob ' Graham as he assisted his wife up the 1 wobbling stairs of a Kensington 'bus. In the meantime Margery Donner walked leisurely along the Haymarket j toward the rendezvous. Her erect bark and trim, artistic costume proclaimed pro-claimed her an American girl. And Hugh Gray, the man behind window D, was waiting for Margery Ronner. He had selected her aa one ; nf the guests for Mrs. Graham's : Thanksgiving dinner. She had been railing for her mall only during the . last three wcks, but Gray had discovered discov-ered her charm the very first time ber t)lg blue eyea seemed to coaz him lor letters. He looked up when she stood be- t tre him. "I want several letters this morn-ng." morn-ng." she informed him. her llpa part-ng part-ng over a row of erfect teeth. "Seven letters. Miss Donner," he aid, giving them to her eager hands. "Thank you. When I read these I'm tolng to ask you about this." she said wlntlng to Mrs. Graham's invitation. 3he threw herself happily on to the treat leather-cushioned circle in the enter of the room and became engrossed en-grossed in news from home. Robert Inciter swung In from the itreet, hla broad shoulders swaying : inder an American rain-coat and his American eyes seeing everything wlth-n wlth-n range. They lighted at sight of Margery Donner. And while her eyes were lowered ver her letters, Margery Ronner's :iert gave a little Jump when some- . tody big and broad passed her on bis way to window I). Bhe bad covertly 0 idmlred his clear rut lines and the ' loncKt look in hla eyea. The girl approached window D igain. "Tell me." she asked, "if you mow anything about the person aho put this notice here?" n The Englishman smiled his approv- ' il of her directness. j "A very charming little woman," he laid quickly. "A Mrs. Graham. She ind her husband are s. rangers in Lon Ion and are simply longing for a B Friend on whom to lavlab a generous . Impulse." "Where do they live?" Miss Donner c had made up her mind. She waa beart-ilrk beart-ilrk and dretdlng the coming Thanks- D living away from ail her people. She reflected that no harm could possibly D, come of ao discreet an offer. The address she got was near ber fi n boarding bouse in Kensington. b Robert I -riter watched ber leave the office and step Into a cab and whirl n iway. In hla turn he addressed the clerk h Itetter was embarrassed, be waa an- n 'eelded as to how to preface Ms query, w The cWk aw bla predlcar-ot. He oi ml!rd lis knowledge of Dentr't tl t sire In the American there euddenlj waa born a great liking for all Englishmen. En-glishmen. "She Is a Miss Donner." Gray said without waiting for the question. 'When Dexter left the American rendezvous, he had Mrs. Graham's ad dress in his pocket and Gray took down a certain notice which ended hla part In the planning of a Thanksgiv lug dinner. a a a On the last Thursday In November a taxlcab whirled to the curb of a beautiful little home on St. Mary's road. Margery Donner stepped out In the dalntlcNt pf gray chiffon toilettes She carried a huge bunch of roses sua plclously like American beauties and small square package. "I received your note. MIbs Donner, said Mrs Graham as she led the way upstairs and Into her own boudoir. In her heart she thanked Mr. Gray for his excellent choice. "And we are going go-ing to be even more unconventional and use first names," she went on quickly in order to hide any sense oi strain. "I don't want Mr. Dexter, a friend of my husband, to know " "You are a dear to think of that," burst out Margery, "and I am glad I brought you some roses." She thrust the huge bouquet into the arms of her hostess. "How sweet, Margery," aald Helen, ahyly. "Don't mention It" "Helen," put in Mra. Graham. "Helen." finished Margery and b cause they were both happy a duet of laughter reached the two men who were already smoking the pipe ol friendship. "You must say "hello Jack' as soon as we get to the drawing-room," prompted Helen aa the two descended the stairs. "Hello, Jack," cried Margery when two equally good looking men rose at their entrance. Jack Graham did not lose a second. "Hello, MarJ." he threw back at her, "you put on my favorite gown, didn't you? Come here and meet Robert Dexter. Miss Donner Mr. Dexter." They shook handa and Margery's eyes hid themselves lest he read her surprise and yes. delight at meeting him. "Tell me." cried Margery excitedly, "have we time to do something awfully aw-fully American, before dinner?" De-fore De-fore anyone bad answered, she was away and back again with the package pack-age she had brought with her. She extended it to Helen. "Oh, you dear!" There were tears In Helen's voice aa she hugged two boxes of shelled popcorn to her breast "I haven't seen any of this for six months." She turned swiftly to the lx'11 and the maid appeared presently sith some long handled corn poppers. There was a choky sensation in the hroats nf all four when these little wplements of American life appeared, ind they had the effect of breaking ii last barrier of convention existing imong the new made friend. "The sport ia rustic," cried Helen, ailing on her kneea before the fire, 'but I love It!" "And these fires we ideal, for pop-lng." pop-lng." exclaimed ber husband gazing it the bed of red coals. He went Iff its x "The Sport la Rustic." own on his kneea before her. "Come n, MarJ. get your popper! Here, Dex-sr. Dex-sr. fill this popper for Miss Donner." Dob Dexter looked at the trio of appy faces in the glow of the fire; le yellow corn waa puffing Into fluffy alia and the fragrance of fresh-i fresh-i an ted corn permeated the room. The Icture stamped Itself Indelibly on vxter's mind, especially the profile of ie girl beside him. Her delicate face aa clear cut like a cameo among the badowa. She glanced around and let the unguarded look lnxhla eyes nd a flush' not caused by the fire lounted her cheeks Dy way of cov-ring cov-ring bis embarrassment she banded Im ber popper. "Here." she said, "you are doing othlng-pop awhile." He took the long handle, touching er hand In the transfer. Bo Intent waa the quartette and ao ir had the memories escaped Into the dim land that they did not hear the ft voice of the maid wben she an-ounced an-ounced dinner. To at least two In the party, there ad never been a Thanksgiving dln-sr dln-sr more complete. Cupid stole the Inga of the turkey and flapped Joy-nsly Joy-nsly about th Interchanged two sarta to his gl-a- |