Iron County register., 1889-08-08

..Yes," .assented the little one, with
a proud air, .wasn't dood. grandma?"
..And you so tired, too" went on
grandma, ignoring her question.
land so nervous" responded Dot
.Yes, and you called me 'zasperatln'
old poke" gravely responded grand
ma, land snapped the thread on pur-
pose to make me give over the VINO
ing"
Dot opened wide her eyes.
.How did you know that?" she
queried. ..Now don't say little olro
told you Grandma, cause Fse tired 10
deaf hearin' that story"
Never mind how knew. Dot Inc
fact remains that there were knots In
my fair ball of wool, and knots. you
know. can never be Strengthened OUT
never!'
Dot looked at her grandma reiiec-
lively.
Didn't you ever make knots in your
drandmas wool?" she asked. soberiy.
None but what had to pay for. re-
piled the old lady, suppressing a smile.
Knots are troublesome things. Dot, as
you may find out before you are many
days older.
Off to Sunday-school hied Dot the
next morning, resplendent in new at
tire. Grandma smiled grimly when she
returned with perceptible limp in her
gait
.Somefin is hurtin' my heel" she in
formed us at dinner. reluctantly
Your new shoes, / suppose" suS-
gested her mother, '.you had best take
them off and put on your old ones
But Dot dcmurred, and like her
elders, sometimes. for vanitys sake,
the day.
Grandma said never word. Bed
time came. and with sigh OF rellet
Dot drew off her shoes.
..It's in my stockie." said she, after
due examination; ''therc's two dreat big
knots in the heel"
''Knots?" echoed grandma.
There was no stupidity about our
bright Dot, and she understood all the
meaning conveyed in grandmas tone
and look at once.
"Knots of impatience, Dot could
not refrain from saying, 'for which
you have suffered all day long"
''And undutifulness." added grand
ma, land covert untruthfulncss
Dot turned the color of her stock
ings.
you might have smooved 'em out"
she said. carefully examining her blis-
tered heel.
''Out of the wool, perhaps" answer
ed grandma earnestly, "but not SO cas-
lily the knots when formed in the skein
Of character, Dot"
Several days after grandma beckoned
me to approach an open door. Within
could be heard the voices of Dot Willie
and Rose. An alteration was evident
ly in progress concerning the destruc-
tion of doll. In a rocking-chair sat
Dot with pair of grandmas specta-
cles upon helanose. Gravely she peercd
over them at the flushed face of Willie.
"Who broke Dollys head?" she
questioned.
'.Rose!' answered he, promptly.
"Dear, DEAR" exclaimed Dot, bend
ing forward, ''such snarl as you are
dettin' the slSein into, Willie"
What skein?" asked he sulkily.
'.Did you or didn't you break Dolly's
head?" she continued, without answer
ing his question.
mo, didn't This very emphatic
ally.
Mother knot in the skein,' said
Dot, initiating grandma's tone and
to perfection. "'nother dreat
big knot, my child, 'cause-'cause
saw you do it."
An impressive silence, broken only
by Willie's sniffles.
Keep on tellin' stories, Willie,"
gravely went on the little monitor,
land you'll Diet all tangled up like
like skein of wool when you let your
hands drop. Then comes knots, and
knots never can be smooved out. never.
They'll get knitted into your hide, my
child. and-and div you heap of tor
ment. l know!" and pushing the spec
tacles back upon her head. Dot sank
into a gentle reverie, SO much like her
grandmas that the smile diel from our
lips, and the dear old lady. as we tip
toed back to our room. said in trem-
bling tones: Heaven bless the childr' i,
Mrs. Nora Marble, in n. Y. OBJ
Sarvar