The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-08-31

her needles new! EdI1y III VIZ
ing late at night, went on the knltting'
Dots eyes watched the progress OF 'ne
stockings, and her admiration was uh-
bounded over their hue.
RED stockies. and a red hooo' anu
red mitties! Ny, it pears Sunday
won't ever comet"
"Crimson," corrected grandma; mot
red" But it mattered little 10 Do'
what the color was named when she
drew the bright stockings upon her
chubby legs and over them again
pair OF shining new shoes.
"You will be proud OF these stock-
ings," said grandma, on Saturday nlght,
as she rounded the toe with DIT OF
white wool, because you helped me 70
wind the wool. you know, Dot
"Yes," assented the little one. with
proud air, wasn't dood, grandma
"And you SO tired, too," went on
grandma, ignoring her question.
"And so nervous" responded Dot.
ayes, and you called me 'zasperat-
in old poke,'" gravely answered grand
ma. land 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. Nov don't say little bird told
you, Grandma, cause Use tired to deaf
hearin' that story"
Never mind how l knew, Dot. The
fact remains that there were knots in
my fair ball of WOOL and knots, you
know, can never be Strengthened out,
never!"
Dot looked at her grandma refec-
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 smile.
Knots are troublesome things, Dot, as
you may find out before you are many
days older"
OF 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 hurtin' my heel" she in
formed us at dinner, reluctantly.
Your new shoes. 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 vanity's sake, en-
dured the torture the remainder of the
day.
Grandma said never a word. Bed
time came. and with sigh of relief Dot
drew off her shoes
ITS in my stockie," said she, after
que examination; there's two dreat
pig 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" l 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 smooved 'em out"
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 grandma s
spectacles upon her nose. Gravely she
peered over them at the flushed face of
Willie.
"N-.o broke dolly's head p she cues
toned.
Rose!' answered he, promptly.
Dear, dear" exclaimed Dot, bending
forward, such snarl as you are det-
tin the skein into, Willie!"
What skein?" asked he. sulkilv.
did you or didn't you break dolly's
mead = she continued, without answer
ing his question.
mo, didn't" this very emphatic
ally.
Mother knot in the skein." said
Dot, initiating grandma's tone and
manner to perfection, "'nother dreat.
o'g knot, my child, 'cause-'cause saw
you do it,"
An impressive silence, broken onlv
by Willie's snffles.
Keep on tellin' stories. Willie :"
gravely went on the little monitor
and you'll Diet all tangled up like-like
a skein OF wool when you let your hands
drop. Then comes knots, and knots can
never be smooved out, never. THEY'LL
get knitted into your hide. my child
and-div' you heap OF torment. I
know! and pushing the spectacles
back upon her head. Dot sank into a
gentle reverie, so much like her grand
ma . that the smile died from our Inns
ana the dear old lady. as we tip-toed
oack TO our room. said in trembling
zones; Heaven bless the child!"-N
7. Observer.
senator Wanted to visit the CooH
Representative Jones, Of Virginia
tells this story on his father: Direct.
" after tho uor Iowa.