The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-02-07

! people remember one at all 1t is only
on holidays when they car send use
ful things"
1T is one of the penalties OF age, y
said l.
AS if old people did not need flow
ers and bonbons." said Betty.
There is more virtue in Cruel" l
hazarded.
II hate useful things" said Betty.
I'VE have to put up with them oc-
casionally," said /.
We turned i'm toward the little
house where Miss Lyons lived, and
the woman who took care Of her
admitted us. Miss Lyons was propped
up in chair by the window She
was reading The Imitation" In "A
glass ON the window sill was great
| bunch of violets, they were big, sin
gle and deep in color A card lay
near them.
George and ! stopped in 70 see
how you were" said Betty.
The old lady beamed as she took
my hand.
81 want To thank YOU" she said,
pointing 10 the flowers. You don't
know how much good they did me
how l. an old woman, appreciate be
ing thought Of"
had opened my mouth TO speak
when Betty's foot touched mine
lightly and meaningly. ! had one
quick little glance from her.
I'm SO glad you liked them" |
said. :" fancied they might give you
a breath OF outdoors"
And OF youth" said the old lady.
at was like" she smiled, like n val
entine. | wonder if you thought Of
it?"
quite like valentine" | an
swered, and was very much ashamed
that | hadn't thought Of il.
Miss Lyons was really quite merry.
though to sit i'm the house must be
rather trying. Also Betty outdid her
self. So we made rather long call :;
and then an hour later we were in
the library again.
was sitting in the Morris chair
looking into the fire, and Betty was
getting out the tea-things.
you might explain fully" said T.,
as she threw a glance in my direction.
You have been patient" she de-
clared, as she swung the tea-ball
around her finger.
Patience is not it's own reward"
said !.
81 heard only this morning that she
was not we'll" began Betty.
But supposing You did send mine.
why give me the credit for what :
didn't do?"
IF you'd known, you would have
thought OF il. Don't you see? 1
could have bought some, but they
wouldn't have served the purpose
They had 10 be from man"
! looked NJ her.
You see, we are all alike, we wom-
en-. They meant twice as much 10
her 10 have them from you" said
Betty, as she slowly moved lighted
match over the alcohol cup.
Wisdom is the better part OF good
deeds" ] agreed.
She tossed the half-burned sticl.
into the CRATE, and | watched the
wood flare. The silence lasted full
minute; sometimes n minute is very
long.
II might have sent Lees roses she
said suddenly.
pursed my lips.
"Or one of the other punches of
violets," she added.
| drummed with my fingers on the
chair arm.
but She put her chin in her
hand and looked across az me. -
wonder il | could have explained il
TO them" she finished, with a little
coax in her tone.
He that is last shall be first said
l, relaxing.
Betty carefully put the kettle ove-
the flame. Then she walked over 70
her own private writing desk i'm tho
corner. There she picked up little
cut-glass vase OF fingers height
There were three violets i'm il. They
were big and single and OF color
like the sky on n summer night.
She touched the flowers 10 her face
"But ! was sure you'd understand"
she said. The laugh on her lips sub
sided, and n smile came and played
In her eyes.-Woman's Home Com