The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-12-06

merriiy. Already the prospect OF ,
uuii morning was swept away
thank you for your suggestion
cousin mine. she went on. "I'n take
myself home. and see what | ear
evolve from my boxes Of ribbons and
velvets. Poor old Mrs. Fiske! With
that old battered bonnet in view, GU,
OF very pity l wouldn't be surprised
II l created masterpiece"
light kiss and Daily was gone ON,
OF the studio and up the street to
ward home.
II was yet early. and az she opened
the massive front door and tripped
upstairs to her pretty room, sh,
hummed glad little song in YER,
lightness of heart. Her blues wer,
gone and her fingers fairly ached to
begin her fascinating work.
At lunch time she came downstairs
with glowing face, dancing merrill,
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
IL was black velvet bonnet. daintily
and exquisitely made. There was q
pretty bow of lace and satin in the
front, and little at one side droopcd
a lovely purple flower. There were
wide. rich, black satin strings to give
ii last and perfect touch.
Papa looked at il critically before
he spoke, then he smiled. BLESS nv
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 be, for il
looks good deal like the one mother
used TO wear"
1T 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, Daffy. without
further preface. seated herself on his
knee and told him all about it. Lis
ten. papa" she began. do you know
l was feeling blue this morning"
Papa pinched the rosy cheek and
laughed.
We'll. l vas. and i went over TO
Hates for sympathy. l 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. / 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 a gift to create a bonnet as
il was TO paint a picture. Isn't that
just like the dear girl? Then she
finished by calling my attention to old
Mrs. Fishes bonnet"
"Old Mrs. Fiske's bonnef?' repeated
papa. 'The old lady who lives down
by the church and who is so very
poor?-
Daffy NODDED. 1.-THE same she an
swercd
We'll, her old bonnet is nearly fall
ing TO pieces" she went on. land Kate
put the thought in my heart to make
her new one. So l came home in
hurry and have worked steadily all
the morning. Behold the result"
"And very pretty result. / am
sure" said papa. touched in spite of
himself. so you're going to present
IL to her. are you? Well. be careful
to do il gracefully. and IL you need
any capital to carry on this mission
airy enterprise. come to 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
shabby hat or bonnet. The wearer
never forgcts it. il the minister does.
Put good hat on woman's head
and you add TO the pastors useful
ness, and AT the same time increase
her self-respcct. So good luck TO your
new work. little daughter. and may
il flourish and prosper"
Ii was Monday afternoon. Mrs.
Fiske was washing dishes in her little
kitchen. II was blue Monday with
her too for the morning had been O
Iiiscouraging one. The wr:nklcd hands |
shook 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 rs 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.
he first thing she did was to 90 into
he next room. There was a closet
n il, and she went to K and took from
{ an old. dilapidated bandbox. She
fitted the lid and drew from il bon
let, a battered, dingy. black bonnet,