The Elk Mountain pilot., 1922-10-05

Il like the lavender piece" said
Prissie, the young.
my. what time grandmother must
have had sewing those pieces of mus
lin and calico together-wasted time
added this member of a later genera
ton.
Il don't know that 1t was wasted
time,' Priscilla replied. 'The sewing
Kept your grandmother occupied and
content. Neither you nor / appreci-
ate the quilt as we should. Why, II In
all woven stories. Each dainty piece
represents some memory"
Ara there memories Of yours there.
Prisr' asked the girl.
She and the sweet-faced aunt wers
ike companions of the same age. Ths
elder woman's eyes grew softly remI-
niscent. With a light finger she
touched the lavender square.
"The day 1 wore that dress" she
said, my true love first met me.
wore 1t also the day we said good-by.-
Tell me the story" said the rin
abruptly.
There is little to tell, dear. met
Homer Reid and my heart flew out to
him. He was all my youthful dreams
had fancied-the realization of NV
ideal. And I never cared for anyone
else. He admired my little lavender
dress that first enchanted evening and
always after, because of its color, he
called me Violet When his visits
ceased I laid the dress away. The
last night that he came had the dress
on. remember, and when he said,
Goodnight Violet thought that his
backward glance was very tender He
was leaving the next morning for New
York. When he came home again he
was altogether absorbed In work,
while 1 became more and more occu-
pied with your invalid grandmother.
l was glad then that the making Of
the quilt afforded her happiness"
"Mr. Reid, the lawyer, Is not mar
rfed," remarked Prissie irrelevantly.
Probably the stupid has loved you
all the time. Yours Is q tame love
story. Pris, I'll say, and could not pos
sibly happen In the days of the mod
ern woman. Shed get after him and
want to know what was the matter,
which would be better for both. par
ties concerned" Priscilla smiled.
1.-The modern woman such as you
undoubtedly would" she replied.
1t was several days lates that the
lawyer, going home at evening, met
with pretty picture. A girl In a law
ender dress was engaged in picking
roses in an old-fashioned garden
across the hedge.
IF you will come into the garden.
Mr.. Reid" cheerfully invited this
young person, II will give you some
roses for your mother"
A gracious child, thought. the law
yer, and stepped inside.
II will have to hurry" she ex-
planned, "Bertie is coming to take me
for a ride"
"Bertier' politely questioned Ho-
mer Reid.
Prissie nodded. MY sweetheart, an
Aunt Priscilla would call him. Berthe
thinks lots of Aunt Pris. He thinks 1
look like her."
The niece glanced up sidewise. DE
your OF course you must know Miss
Priscilla Dean"
II used to know her very well in
deed" the lawyer answered gravely.
He took the roses and went Thought
fully away.
whats the ideai" asked Berthe
over the hedge, -ain Ing to be an old
mans darlingr
Jealous again." Knocked Prissie
merrily. "Bertie, be glad you live in
the present age"
Priscilla Dean looked unusually at
tractive when upon the following Sab
bath she emerged from the church
edifice with her young niece. Miss
Dean, always becomingly attired, had
acquired some added charm in the
lavender frock of her niece's choice.
Blithely, Prlssie the young, nodded
to distinguished gentleman who
passed them.
How did the roses goT' she ques-
toned chumily.
Priscilla Dean caught her breath in
confusion, but Homer Reid as chum-
i1y replied.
Mother thought the roses were
great; she wants you to come and see
her. Though it's good deal to ask
youth to companion old age"
He fell into step at their side.
maybe Aunt Pris will go instead"
the girl suggested. II am to be mar
ried soon and I'm busy"
Smiling she hurried on ahead to her
Berthe.
Homer Reid gazed into the sweet
face near his own.
Priscilla" he said slowly, "you are
today the very girl 1 met and loved
long ago. My Violet that the busy
years took from me-"
Pris glanced over her shoulder.
"Bertie," she remarked, "Pm going
to have some one sew a piece Of this
dress am wearing inte quilt"