Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-09-27

something sho read In my Dyes, sand
intend those knots shall teach her 8
lesson which more words would fail to
accomplish. Youthful experiences, ii
rightly impressed, may servo to guard
the future from stcrner ones"
The old lady's favorite expression,
81 know" played about her firmly
closed lips, but shc gavo no uttcrance
to them as with ball in hand she sat
gazing upon pictures of tho past
pictures whose lights and shad ows were
reflected in her own dim eyes, in the
fitting smile upon brow or lip.
Well, if grandma had been slow in
winding the ball, it was more than she
was in lesscning it again. How fast
her needles fowl Early in the morn.
ing, late at night went on tho knitting.
Dots eyes watched tho progress of tho
stockings, and her admiration was un-
bounded over their hue.
cred stockics, and red hood, aud
red mitties! My, it pears Sunday
won't ever comet"
crimson" corrected grandma; s.not
red." But it mattcrcd little to Dot
what the color was named when she
drew the bright stockings upon her
chubby legs and over them again n pair
Of shining now shoes.
"You will DC proud of these stock
ings, said grandma, on satur day night,
as she rounded the toe with bit of
white wool, "bccausc you helped mo to
wind tho wool, you know, Dot"
eyes" asscntcd tho little ono, with n
proud air "wasn't dood, grandmaa"
"And you so tired, too" went ON
grandma, ignoring her question.
"And so nervous" responded Dot.
eyes, and you called me casper
attn old poke" gravcy answered
grandma, sand snapped the thread ON
purpose to make me give ovor tho wind
ing"
DoJ opcncu Wluc her eyes.
"IIow did you know that2" she
qucricd. "Now, don't say 'littlo
bird told you, Grandma, cause rse
tired to deaf hcarin' that story"
'Ncver mind how l knew, Dot. The
fact remains that there were knots in
my fair ball of wool, aud knots, you
know, can never bc Strengthened out,
never"
Dot looked at her grandma reflective.
ly.
Didn't you ever make knots in your
drandma's wool9" she asked, sobcrly.
"Nonc but what ] had to pay for"
replied tho old lady, supprossing Il
smile. "Knots are troublesome things,
Dot, as you may find out before you arc
many days older"
or to Sunday chool hicd Dot tho
next morning., rcsplcndcnt in new
attire. Grandma smiled grimly when
she returned with per ceptiblc limp in
her gate.
"SomcIin' is hurtin' my heel" shc
informed us at dinner, reluctantly.
"Your new shoes, l suppose, sug-
gested her mother, ''you Ind best take
them off and put on your old onos."
But Dot dcmurrcd, and like her
elders, sometimes, for vanity's sake. on
durcd tho torture the remainder of the
day.
Grandma said never word. Bed
time came, and with sigh of relief Dot
drew off her shoes.
'It's in my stoclic," snid she, after
due examination; "thcrc's two drcat big
knots in the heel"
"Knots9" echoed grandma.
There was no stupidity about our
bright Dot, and she understood all the
meaning conveyed in grandma's tone
and look mt once.
"Knots of impaticnce, Dot" 1 could
not refrain from saying, "for which you
have suffered all day long"
"And undutifulncss," added grand
ma, "and covert untruth fulncss."
Dot turned the color of her stockin gs.
'You might have smooved en- out, I"
she said, carefully examining her Bills
tered heel.
"out of the wool, perhaps" answered
grandma earnestly, "but not so easily
the knots when formed in the skcin of
character, Dot"
Several days aftcrward grandma beck
oncd me to approach an open door.
Within could be heard the voices of
Dot, Willie and Rose. An alteration
was evidently in progress concerning
the destruction of doll. In a rocking
chair sat Dot with pair of grandmas
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