Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1901-12-05

dull morning was swept away.
''thank you for your suggestion,
cousin mine" she went ON. 'I'Il take
myself home, and see what I can
evolve from my boxes of ribbons and
velvets. Poor old Mrs. Fiske! With
that old battered bonnet in view, out
Of very pity wouldn't be surprised
If I created MASTERPIECES. ~. sssss sssas 4
A light kiss and Daffy was gone out
of the studio and up the street to.
ward home. Il
It was yet early, and as she opened
the massive front door and trippeA
upstairs to her pretty room,aashe
hummed glad little song in very
lightness of heart. Her blues were
gone and her fingers fairly ached to
begin her fascinating work.
At lunch time she came downstairs
with glowing face, dancing merrily
in upon papa who had just come
home. She held something carefully
in her hand. "Papa," she demanded,
IF nobody told you, what would you
call this?"
She held the something before him.
It was a black velvet bonnet, daintily
and exquisitely made. There was a
pretty bow of lace and satin in the
front, and a little at one side dropped
a lovely purple flower. There were
wide, rich, black satin strings to give
it last and perfect touch.
Papa. looked at it critically before
he spoke, then he smiled. ''Bless my
soul!" he cried, ''if it isn't bonnet,
and the very prcttiest one I've seen
this long time. An old lady's bonnet,
isn't it, my dear. 1t must be, for it
looks good deal like the one mother
used to wear"
cit is good deal like it," said Daffy
well 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 a butterfly, beautiful to look
at, but incapable somehow of produc-
ing anything half so sensible and use
full.
Seeing his interest, Daily, without
further preface, seated herself on his
knee and told him all about it. Ills
ten, papa" she began. do you know
was feeling blue this morning.
Papa pinched the rosy cheek and
laughed. sa
'Well, I was, and I went over to
Rates for sympathy. I was bemoan-
ing the fate that couldn't play, or
sing, or paint, as she does, when she
put this idea into my head. You know
always make my own hats. I 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 it was almost
as great gift to create bonnet as
it was to paint 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. s'The same" she an
iswered.
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, I am
sure" said papa, touched in spite of
himself. $50 you're going to- present
it to her, are you? Well, be careful
to do it gracefully, and if you need
any capital to carry on this mission
airy enterprise, come to your father:
I'm not sure but that it's a 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 TOR. bonnet. The wearer
never forgets it, If the, ministe rdoes.
Put a good hat on a woman'si head
and you add to the pastors useful
ness, and at the same time increase
her self-respect. So good luck to your
new work, little daughter, and may
it flourish and prosper :;
It was Monday. afternoon. Mrs.
Fiskei was washing dishes in her little
kitchen. It was blue Monday with
her too for the morning had been q
discouraging one. The wrinkled hands
shook little as she lifted from the
water the coarse and cracked Dishes
placing them on the little rough
table. Mrs. Fiske was "a, 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.
ling to herself. .fs
When she had put the few dishes
laway into the old wooden cupboard
the first thing she did was to go into
1.-the next room. There was closet
in it,sand she went to it and took from
it an old, dilapidated bandbox. She
lifted the lid and drew from it bon.
net, battered, dingy, black bonnet
with rusty, worn strings. AS she
looked at it, her old eyes filled with
tears. EYES," she whispered, sit does
look bad, dreadfully bad. II won't
weir it any more. I heard one Of the