The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1901-12-03

make all my own, you know, and IL
came to me to make you one too. I
made it as carefully as ! could, and
I want you to accept it with my love.
It's not much, but 1 want you to
know I loved to do it for you. 1t
made me happy all the morning and
now 1 want it to make you happy
too"
As she spoke, she drew it from it's
tissue paper wrappings. Such beau
tiful, tasteful, artistic little bonnet,
with it's knot of lace and satin, it's pur-
pie flower, its wide, handsome strings.
Mrs. Fiske saw it and her chin quiz
cred. ''Why, its beautiful" she cried,
''iust beautiful. I never had anything
half so pretty in my life; and you
made it, you say?"
Daffy NODDED; then something in
the sweet, old, wrinlled face moved
her to confidence and she told her all
| about it, how she had sOrrowed over
lack of gifts and how Cousin Kate had
helped her.
"You dear child" said Mrs. Fiske,
when she had finished. 'You dear,
good child. Why, don't you see," she
went on, chat you're doing the Lords
work just the same as the minister
and the missionaries? I'll prove it to
you"
Then she told Daily all about the
shabby bonnet and how she had deter
mined never to wear it any more
"And if it hadn't been for you, Miss
Daffy," she concluded, ''why, I'd have
had to sit at home next Sunday in
stead of listening to the minister's
grand, good sermon. When you reach
my age, and have served God all your
life, to miss the Sunday morning wor-
ship means something, my dear.
won't thank you, can't, but the Lord
IL bless you richly, Miss Daffy, dear"
1t was the next Sunday morning.
1t had been a busy week and, as it
happened, Daily had not seen Cousin
Kate since that Monday morning.
But as Daily walked up the aisle she
saw Kate already in her pew. just in
front of them sat Mrs. Fiske. The
white hair shOne like silver, and on
| it rested the new bonnet in all it's
fresh and dainty loneliness. The old
face beneath it looked almost hand
some. She saw Daily and nodded hap
PLY.
| A group of girls came in directly
afterward. Mrs. Fiske's got a new
bonnet" one of them said in a shrill
whisper. ''My, amt it beautiful,
thought l wonder now what she's
done with her Noah's ark?"
Daffy blushed for them, so did
Cousin Kate, as she reached over and
pressed the little hand. 1t was a good
sermon that morning, strong, fine,
helpful, and as Mrs. Fiske listened,
she was glad that in the hard week
before her, she had the thoughts of
it to help her through. And as she
drank it in, her old heart swelled with
| gratitude to the slender, dark-eyed
! girl in the pew nearby who had
I worked to bring it about.
Dear Lord, bless her." she whis-
pered softly, land keep her, and be
good to her, for Jesus's sake"
/
took Daffys arm. ''The bonnet is
beautiful dear" she said in her sweet,
grave voice. 'Was 1 not right? 1 still
think the little girl who can contrive
such magic out of ten slender fingers
and send it out upon this trOuble-flled
world to perform its mission is every
bit as great and useful as the artist,
the painter, or the writer. I couldn't
help but look at Mrs. Fiske's face
through the sermon. 1t preached a
message too. I'm proud of you, Daffy
| dear"
/ ''Really?" said Daffy humbly.
Really; and now that you have
found your talent, you won't hide it
in a napkin, will you, dear?"
Daily laughed. "No fear of that"
1 she answered. ''The manufacture of
missionary hats is to go on. Papa will
furnish the capital, the labor. You
needn't be afraid. haven't found my
talent, after all my encouragement,
to hide it either in napkin or band
box" she added, with a happy little
laugh.-YOung People.