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

ship, as usual, with her familiar spirit.
piece OF crocheted edging. Her touch
upon the mazes Of tangled thread was
very gentle, even endearng, and her
look OF content as she held It up and
noted It's effect as a whole seemed vast
ly out OF proportion to the cause. Miss
Faith was still pretty, with the pa
thetic beauty held as hotsam from the
wreck of years. Her hair was prettier
as silver than It had ever been as
brown, and her eyes, though they had
lost their vivid glow and eagerness,
had gained kindly sympathy. Her
tenderness had even extended to the
crochetlng in her hand and impaired
something to that usually very imper-
sonai object that her fancy had fret
ted into thinking n response. She pass
ed her hand affectionately over 1t now,
as the figure OF a pineapple, much con-
ventIonallzcd, repeating Itself like his
tory again and again, fell in scallops to
the hoor Its most DONE" she
thought. 81 can go back to the oak
leaf pretty soon."
A change In the crochet pattern was
the chief diversion OF Faiths life. that
ran on as monotonously to the observer
rs the time OF the famous harper who
played upon only one string. To an
ant the coming of a stick or stone
may be n great event. 1t is not hard to
understand how life that consists In
taking Infinite pains with many little
things may get its sips Of excitement,
interest and novelty from Il change In
pattern of crochet. The examination
OF the work appeared to be satisfac-
tory, and Faith laid 1t on the table at
her side. This table was devoted to
the uses OF her art. nor was ever pro-
famed by the presence OF any irrevelant
substance. There were rows of spools
upon It, drawn up In lines like soldiers
ready to receive an attack, hooks Of
various sizes lying like weapons by
their side, and various rolls of lace. the
finished product of their warfare Faith
regarded them with approval, but her
hand that had lain upon the table fell
away from the accustomed task, and
she sat idle. watching the red coal, the
shadows the lamplight threw upon the
carpet, and listening to the clatter that
Mary, her maid of all work. was max
Ing as n part OF the dishwashing.
Its kind Of jugglery she goes
through with those Dishes" thought
Faith regretfully, "a sleight-of-hand
performance, to see how many tricks
she can do before one of them will
break"
But ner face did not cloud, for she
had learned resignation. She had sur
rendered to Mary the dishes and all the
rest Of the household divinities that she
had served so deftly and carefully for
years that she might be more at leisure
TO while away her time in her own In
nocent fashion.
She wondered, as she sat staring
DULY at the blaze, how the crocheting
had to come to mean so much to her
and could not think for the instant,
then half remembered. saddened a lit
tie. lost the thread of memory again,
recovered 1t, and fell to muslng, her
elbow resting on the table, her cheek
In her palm. She could hardly believe
now that certain few years of her life
had ever really happened. They must
have belonged to some other and wan
dered wilfully into her own. for there
was no home for them in hers or like
ness unto anything they brought. Was
II so? They had gone so utterly, SO
completely, and she was happy now
In her own harmless way. far inland
out OF all reach of storm and reef. She
was otf1f Iool-lu.r xooualx, hale .,.tctf ,,t
ly, at the fire when her door-bel rang
and some one had entered the room and
was hurrylng TO her side.
Aunt Faith" said a girllsh, tremu
lous voice, 1--WE come to ask you tC
help me. Mother said you had suffered
like this once and you had learned Z,
forget. and l thought perhaps you
could show me the way"
Faith looked down upon the Sigh
figure crouched there sobblng. and lai,
her hand gently upon the brown head
but she did not understand about tn,
suffering.
what Is Il. Grace?' she asked.
80, It's Phil" she cried. HE doesn'
care for me any more. He's takIn,
Jennie Thompson now. and can't bea
II. Mother said other women had I,
bear such things, but she'd Away
been happy, and l could come to you
You could help me-" she said, lookln,
up appealmgly. "You could teach me &
forget"
yes" said Faith. slowly.
Then II came back to her. all her owl
little story. and a dim. broken memoir.
OF the first heartache and her own long
ing to forget.
Poor little girl" whispered Faith
stroklng the beautiful mass of golde
hair. How was 1t learned to forget
Let me think. Yes. l remember now
Walt a minute. dear. | VIII shoN
you"
Faith slipped out OF the room an
soon returned. bringing three rolls Q
very broad crocheted lace.
Can you crochet, GraceT
''Not very much" said Grace, won
deringly.
We'll. will teach you. This Is th