The Forrest City times., 1901-02-01

 ing. late at night, went or the knitting. Dots eyes watched the progress of the stockings. and her admiration was un- bounded over their hue.
 Red stockies. and a red hood. and red mittiesl My. it pears Sunday won't ever eome,"
 Crimson corrected grandma: mot red" But ii mat1ered little to Dot what the color was named when she drew the bright stockings upon her chubby legs and over them again q pair of shining new shoes.
 You will be proud of these stock ings." said grandma. on Saturday night. as she rounded the toe with a bit of white wool, because you helped me 10 wind the wool. you know. Dot.
 Yes" assented the little one. with proud air. wasn't I dood. grandma?' ?'
 And you so tired. too" went on grandma, ignoring her question.
 And so nervous" responded Dot.
 ''Yes. and you called me 'zasperat- in old poke. " gravely answered grand ma. "and snapped the thread on pur- pose to make me give over the wind ing"
 Dot opened wide her eyes.
 How did you know thai?'' she quer- jed. Now don't say little bird told you. drandma. cause l'se tired to deaf hearin' that story" Y Never mind how I knew. Dot The 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 reflec- lively.
 Didn't you ever make knots in your drandma's wool?" she asked. soberly.
 "None but what had 70 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. resplenderst in new at tire. Grandma smiled grimly when she returned with perceptible limp in her gait.
 'Somefn' is hurtin' my heel" she in- formed us at dinner. reluctantly.
 Your new shoes. I suppose" sug- gested her mother, you had best take them off and put on your old ones"
 But Dot demnrred. and like her eld- CTS. sometimes. for yanity's sake. en- dured the torture the remainder of the day.
 Grandma said never a word. Bed- time came. and with igh of relief Dot drew off her shoes.
 Its in my stockie." said she. after que examination; there's two dreal pig knots in the heel.'
 "knots?' echoed grandma.
 There was no stupidity about our bright Dot, and she understood all the meaning conveyed in grandma's tone and look at once.
 knots of impatience, Dot" could not refrain from saying, flor which you have suffered all day long" And undutifulness." added grand ma. "and covert untruthfulness.
 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" answered grandma. earnestly. but not SO easily ! the knots when formed in the skein ot character. Dot"
 Several days after grandma beck oned me to approach an open door Within could be heard the voices ot Dot, Willie and Rose. An altercatior was evidently in progress concerning l the destruction of doll. In rocking chair sat Dot with a pair of grandma ,. l spectacles upon her nose. Gravely sh, i peered over them at the flushed face oi Willie.
 Who broke dolly's head 2" she ques toned
 "Rose!" answered he. promptly.
 Dear. dear" exclaimed Dot. bending forward, ''such a snarl Is you are det i tin the skein into. Williei"
 What skein?" asked he sulkily. Did you or didn't you break dolly, head ?' she continued, without answer ing his question.
 No I didn't!" this very emphatic ally
 Mother knot in the skein" sait Dot, initiating grandma's tone ant manner to perfection, mother dreat big knot. my child, 'cause-'cause saw you do it.
 An impressive silence, broken only by Willie's sniflies.
 Keep on tellin' stories, Willie, | gravely went on the little monitor and you'll det all tangled up like-like a skein of wool when you let your hand. drop. Then comes knots, and knots car never be smooved out. never. They1 | get knitted into your hide my child and-div' you heap of torment knowl" and pushing the spectacle. back upon her head. Dot sank into 8 i gentle reyerie, so much like her grand mas that the smile died from our lips and the dear old lady, as We tip-toet back 10 our room, said in trembling l tones: Heaven bless the child!"-N Y. Observer.