River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1901-01-31

winning tAE bdAts ~ " 40 iiAoA 3 thaA sAt
was in lessening it again. How fast
her needles flew! Early in the morn
ing, late at night, went on the knitting.
Dots eyes watched The progress Of the
stockings, and her admiration was I'M
| bounded over their hue.
RED stockies. and a red hood, and
red mitties! Ny it pears Sunday
won't ever comet"
Crimson, " corrected grandma; mot
red" But it mattered little to Dot
what the color was named when she
drew the bright stockings upon her
chubby legs and over them again 2
pair Of shining new shoes.
You viii be proud Of these stock
ings" said grandma, on Saturday night,
as she rounded the toe with bit Of
white wool, because you helped me TO
wind the wool, you know, Dot"
Yes" assented the little one, with a
proud air, wasn't / dood, grandma?"
"And you so tired, too" went on
grandma, ignoring her question.
And so nervous, responded Dot.
YES, and you called me a 'zasperat-
in old poke, grayely 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 that?" she quer-
led. Now don't say little bird told
YOU, Grandma, cause Use tired to deaf
hearin' that story"
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
uever!"
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 to 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, respondent in new at
tire. Grandma smiled grimly when she
returned with perceptible limp in her
gait.
"Somefin' is hurtiD' my heel" she in.
formed US at dinner, reluctantly.
Your new shoes, l suppose" sug-
gested her mother, you had best take
them off and put on your old ones"
But Dot demurred, and like her eld-
ers, sometimes. for yanity's sake, en-
dure6 the torture the remainder of the
day
Grandma said never word. Bed
time came, and with a sigh of relief Dot
drew off her shoes.
ITS in my stocke," said she, after
cue examination; there's two dreat
Dlg 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 Impotence, Dot" I could
not refrain from saying, for which
you have suffered all day long"
"And undutifulness," added grand
ma. land covert untruthfulness."
Dot turned the color of her stock
ings.
You might have smooyed 'em out, I"
she said, carefully examining her bis
tered heel.
"Out of the wool, perhaps. answered
grandma, earnestly, but not so easily
the knots when formed in the skein Of
character. Dot"
Several days after grandma beck
oned 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 rocking
chair sat Dot with pair Of grandmas
spectacles upon her nose. Gravely she
peered over them al the flushed face of
Willie.
Who broke dollys head?" she ques-
toned.
"Rose!" answered he, promptly.
Dear, dear" exclaimed Dot, bending
forward, such snarl as you are det-
tin the skein into, Williel"
What skein >" asked he. sulkily.
did you or didn't you break dolly's
head?" she continued, without answer
ing his question.
NO, didn't" this very emphatic
ally.
Mother knot in the skein," said
Dot initiating grandma's tone and
manner TO perfection, mother dreat
big knot, my child. 'cause-'cause saw
you do it,"
An impressive silence, broken only
by Willie's SMILES.
Keep on tellin' stories, Willie"
grayely went on the little monitor,
land you'll det all tangled up like--nke
a skein Of wool when you let your hands
drop. Then comes knots, and knots can
never be smooyed out. never They'll
get knitted into your hide. my child,
and-div' you a heap OF torment. I
know and pushing the spectacles
back upon her head. Dot sank into a
gentle reyerie, so much like her grand
mas that the smile died from our lips,
and the dear old lady, as we tip-toed
back to our room, said in trembling
tones; Heaven bless the child!"-N
Y Observer.