Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1901-12-19

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merrily. Already The prospect of ;
dull morning was swept away
thank you for your suggestion
cousin mine" she went or. "l'll TAX,
myself home, and see what / car
evolve from my boxes of ribbons anC
velvets. Poor old Mrs. Fisl>e! with
that old battered bonnet in view, out
of very pity l wouldn't be surprised
If l created n masterpiece"
A light kiss and Dafry was gone out
OF the studio and up the street to-
ward home.
1t was yet early, and as she opened
the massive front door and trippcd
upstairs TO her pretty room, she
hummed a glad little song i'm very
lghtness of heart. Her blues were
gone and her fingers fairly ached to
begin her facinating work.
! At lunch time she came downstairs
with a glowing face. dancing merrily
in upon papa who had just come
| home She held something carefully
in her hand. Papa" she demanded,
IL nobody told you, what would YOU
call this?"
She held the something before him.
| IL was black velvet bonnet, daintily
and cNquisitely made There was a
pretty bow of lace and satin in the
front. and q little at one side dropped
lovely purple flower. There were
wide. rich. black satin strings to give
it last and perfect touch.
IL 1.
he spoke, then he smiled. BLESS my
soul" he cried. IF il isn't bonnet,
and the very prcttiest one I've seen
this long time. An old lady's bonnet,
isn't il, my dear. 1t must he, for IL
looks a good deal like the one mother
used 10 wear"
1T is good deal like IT," said Daffy
we'll pleased.
where did you get it, DEAR
'Made it, papa"
Papa stared. Hitherto he had re-
garded his gay, bright girl as some
thing of butterfly, beautiful to look
at. but incapable somehow of produc-
ing anything half so sensible and use
full.
Seeing his interest, Daffy. without
further preface, seated herself on his
knee and told him all about il. lis
ten. papa" she began. $40 you know
l was feeling blue this morning"
Papa pinched the rosy cheek and
laughed.
well. l was. and / went over 10
Rates for sympathy. / was bemoan-
ing the fate that l couldn't play, or
sing. or paint, as she does, when she
put this idea into my head. You know
l always make my own hats. | love
TO, some way. and can always suit
myself better than the finest madams
anywhere in the city. Well, Kate
cheered me up by saying il was almost
as great a gift to create a bonnet as
it was to paint a picture. Isn't that
Just like the dear girl? Then she
finished by calling my attention to old
Mrs. Fiske's bonnet"
"Old Mrs. Fiske's bonnet" repeated
papa. THE old lady who lives down
by the church and who is so very
poor?"
Daffy hooded. THE same" she an
swered.
well, her old bonnet is nearly fall
ing to pieces" she went on, land Kate
put the thought in my heart to make
her a new one. SO came home in a
hurry and have worked steadily all
the morning. Behold the result"
And a very pretty result, | am
sure" said papa, touched in spite of
himself. $50 you're going 10 present
it to her, are you? Well, be careful
to do il gracefully, and il you need
any capital 10 carry on this mission
airy enterprise, come 10 your father.
I'm not sure but that it's real Chris
ton one, too" went on papa thought
| fully, FOR many a good sermon has
fallen on stony ground because of a
shabby hat or bonnet. The wearer
never forgets it, il the minister does.
Put a good hat on woman's head
and you add TO the pastors useful
ness, and at the same time increase
her self-respect. So good luck 10 your
new work, little daughter, and may
it flourish and prosper"
II WAS honudy AFTERNOON. MIS-.
Fiske was washing dishes in her little
kitchen. 1t was blue Monday with
her too for the morning had been a
! discouraging one. The wrinkled hands
| shook "A little as she lifted from the
water the coarse and cracked dishes,
| placing them on the little rough
table. Mrs. Fiske was II and her hair
was white, old and poor, and now she
could no longer work as she had al
ways done. Living alone as she did,
she had fallen into the habit of talk
| ing to herself.
When she had put the few dishes
away into the old wooden cupboard.
the first thing she did was to go into
the next room. There was a closet
in it, and she went TO il and took from
il an old, dilapidated bandbox. She
| lifted the lid and drew from il bon
net, q battered, ding, black bonnet,
with rusty, worn strings. As she
looked at it, her old eyes filled with
tears. Yes she whispered, at does