Friday Tale - Just a Letter W e were a group of friends in the midst of an after-dinner conversation. Because Thanksgiving was just around the corner and prosperity wasn't, we talked about what we had to be thankful for. One of us said, "Well I, for one, am grateful to Mrs. Wendt, an old school teacher who, 30 years ago in a little West Virginia town, went out of her way to introduce me to the works of the poet, Tennyson." Then he launched into a colorful description of Mrs. Wendt, a lovely little old lady who had been his high school teacher and who evidently had made a deep impression on his life. She had gone out of her way to awaken his literary interest and develop his gifts of expression. "And does this Mrs. Wendt know that she made that contribution to your life?" someone put in. "I'm afraid she doesn't. I have been careless and have never, in all these years, told her either face-to-fac