The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-03-25

very way I learned to forget. The
needle slips In and out. and the sun
lace grows and is so pretty. and 1t
brings comfort. When / began |
couldn't Sc the needle-O. how long ago
that ls.-for the tears. That was when
knew he would never come again,
and had my wedding dress all ready
It's grown yellow In chest In the gar
ret. But after while the lace took up
my trouble drop by drop till 1t was
gone, and | couldn't tell you today
where It Is. SO I'll teach you, dear.
These are the three rolls ! did In the
three years, one for each. They are
yellow now, you see"
Faith opened one and spread II out.
1t was an intricate pattern, and very
broad. ITS hard to do" she said, but
that Is all the better for the forgetting
If I'd been man l should have gone
away to Africa. I've often thought II
would do Il good deal toward making
n body forget to see the sun falling
down like ball and the dark come as
II somebody had blown out the Hight.
But / couldn't very well, so learned TO
crochet. | never gave the lace away,
you see because | had worked my
trouble Into IT, and l was afraid. i
thought along time about 1t when Alice
was married, but was afraid it would
some way make her sad when she wore
| II. SO It's all here. This Is the first
year's-you see I've numbered 1t one
and this Is the seconds, and this IS the
thirds. There's the three.
Faith handled the rolls over and over,
lost for minute in the associations
which they revived. Her niece seemed
to have forgotten her own grief for the
time. and was observing her aunt curl
ously as she bent over the lace.
That's a fern pattern" said Faith.
ITS very pretty"
Faith sat silent for a time, smooth
Ing out the creases of the lace and
drawing it out to It's length. 1t seemed
TO have the effect of an enchanter's
wand, for 1t summoned old faces and
scenes at will, and Faith grew blind to
the little room and the needs of her
guest. At last Grace moved impa-
tiently.
Eyes, yes" said Faith, like one awak-
ening, ito forget. This is the way.
Here is the old pattern. l will teach
you"
She hustled about, finding thread and
needle, seated herself ut Graces side,
drew the thread through her fingers,
and began her work
"There." she said after a minute.
"Do you see how It's done? 1t isn't
hard. Try It,"
Grace took the needle heiplessly. "Do
you think could forget so, auntr' she
asked hesltatingly.
II did" said Faith.
Grace had returned to her task and
made one or two awkward motions
with the needle when there came a
ring ut the door.
ITS Phllr' exclaimed Grace, spring
ing up.
"Gracew said the recreant lover
standing awkwardly by the door, after
Aunt Faith had admitted him and had
retreated toward her chair. There
were shame and pleading In his voice
Grace caught her hat and went &c
him without another word.
wen try the crocheting some Other
time, Aunt Faith" said Grace.
Then seeing her aunt's half-dazed ex
preston, as II she hardly understood
this new development of affairs, shG
ran back and kissed her. Grace's fac,
bore no trace of sadness as she turned
to Phil. and they went out chatting
merrlly.
Faith listened TIL the last football OF
the crust had died away, then carefully
rolled up the lace.
"She thinks she's happier" though
Faith, but I'm not so sure. A mans
heart Is uncertain property, but a Gro
chet needle" as she laid her hand ap
provlngly upon those on the table, ''ii
always the same."-Ex.