THE RURAb NEW-YORKER 
855 
the needle and who will study the stitch¬ 
es illustrated for a moment will be able 
to embroider the average design. True, 
she may need a little practice but that 
is an easy matter. Just draw several 
scallops, a few dots, and a daisy on an 
old piece of material and try the stitch¬ 
es, or if a stamped piece is desired such 
a simple set of doilies as that given on 
misty as those of his wife, leaned over 
and whispered: “Mother, are you sure 
lie's ours?” 
“I was just wondering the same thing, 
Freeman,” she answered softly. 
There was to be more music. Mrs. 
Wescott was glad of that because she 
loved it. A tall dark man seated him¬ 
self at the piano and played the opening 
How Embroidery Stitches Are Made. 
page 833 will give all the stitches except 
French knots, which are often used to 
till flower petals. 
in- 
Mrs. Wescott’s Commence¬ 
ment Bonnet 
(Concluded from page 811) 
a bonnet in sight. There was a little 
uncertainty about their right places, and 
they stood for a few minutes in the aisle 
while the junior who had led them in 
found their chairs. From where she 
stood Mrs. Wescott looked down on a 
most gorgeous hat of white chiffon. It 
was literally covered with sprays of li¬ 
lacs. The wearer of the hat was a 
woman of surely 50 years of age, possi¬ 
bly older, whose hair was whiter far 
than Mrs. Wescott’s. Her dress was of 
t*hin white material elaborately embroid¬ 
ered and she was chatting gaily with a 
companion similarly attired. 
Mrs. Wescott looked helplessly at her 
best black skirt and then at the front of 
the blouse she had spent so much time 
upon. Somehow it looked very common¬ 
place to her now. She had made it her¬ 
self, of fine linen lawn, and it was beau¬ 
tifully done. Every stitch was by hand, 
and what trimming there was consisted 
of a tiny crocheted edge, made from 
thread almost too fine to handle. If she 
could just have known it, in any city 
store where such things w r ere for sale, 
the blouse she so suddenly despised would 
have commanded three times the price 
of the embroidered dress at her side. 
“Here are your chairs,” said the jun¬ 
ior ; “sorry to have kept you waiting,” 
and then they took their places right in 
front of the woman with the mass of 
lilacs on her hat. 
Then for two hours Mrs. Wescott was 
a most unhappy woman. The air in the 
hall was hot and almost disagreeably 
heavy with the scent of the masses of 
syriuga blossoms and yellow lilies. Be¬ 
hind her there was an incessent whis¬ 
pering and subdued laughing going on; 
even while the different numbers on the 
programme were being given. Mrs. Wes¬ 
cott felt sure they were laughing at her, 
and was miserable accordingly. The last 
number came and there was a queer 
right feeling in her throat when she 
heard the valedictory called: “The Pana¬ 
ma Canal from an Economic Standpoint 
—Fx-ederick Freeman Wescott,” and then 
her boy came forward and began his ora¬ 
tion. 
It was to his mother almost as 
though she were listening to a stranger, 
he seemed so cool and unembarrassed, 
that it was hard for her to realize that 
he was the Fred she knew. Then a great 
pride swelled in her mother heart, and 
wiped away all the unhappiness of the 
morning. What did just anything mat¬ 
ter when she had a boy like that? She 
moved her hand to her husband’s elbow 
and pressed it gently. 
While the applause that followed the 
closing of Fred’s oration was at its 
lagiht, Freeman Wescott, his eyes as 
bars of Mendelssohn’s “Consolation, 
stantly Mrs. Wescott leaned forward as 
if fearful losing a single note. Then 
her gaze met the smiling eyes of her boy 
and she undei’stood. 
Many days before, he had told her that 
they had put him on the music commit¬ 
tee, and he had told them there was only 
one thing he could think of. If he could 
have his own way about that, they could 
arx-ange the rest to suit themselves. She 
had meant to ask him what it was, but 
other things came up and it had slipped 
her mind. Fred knew of her fondness 
for this particular piece, and had asked 
to have the well-known musician who 
was visiting in town, play it. When she 
was a young woman she had attended 
high school for two years, and next door 
to the place where she had boarded there 
lived a minister who was an excellent 
musician. “Consolation” had been one of 
his favorite pieces and she had come to 
know it very well. She had woven a 
stoi*y of her own into the music. Per¬ 
haps it was what the great composer had 
in mind. She did not know that, but to 
her it seemed to be about the sorrow of 
some soul that was healed by some beau¬ 
tiful, heavenly, message. In after yeai’s 
when she was where someone was play¬ 
ing a piano, and there was a chance, she 
would ask if they played the Consola¬ 
tion. Sometimes they did but it was 
often a disappointment. It was rare in¬ 
deed that she heard anyone bring out 
her story. She was listening now almost 
breathlessly as the music poured forth, 
the story almost as plainly as if it were 
in words. Nevei’, had she heard any¬ 
thing like it. 
She was dimly aware of the woman be¬ 
hind her taking advantage of the mu¬ 
sic and talking almost aloud. Often 
they laughed, but she did not care now 
what was amusing them. She knew she 
had been foolish ever to have cared what 
a pei-son thought of her old bonnet, who 
could whisper while such music was be¬ 
ing played. 
She scarcely breathed as the music 
changed suddenly, and the part she called 
the x’eal consolation seemed faix'ly to 
float down upon the audience. Her gaze 
was intent upon the player, and her boy, 
who sat watching, thought his mother’s 
face quite the most beautiful in the 
whole room. Then the music burst into 
the triumphant finale and the voices be¬ 
hind her were raised accordingly. Sud¬ 
denly the music ceased, but the voice of 
the woman with the lilacs on her hat, 
went on. In a clearly audible undertone 
it declared emphatically. “O! I always 
fry mine in lard.” After the diplomas 
had been given out and the roof neai'ly 
lifted by the class yell. Fi’ed came hur¬ 
rying toward them through the slowly 
moving audience. “Don’t go yet, rnoth- 
er,” he called gaily. “You are coming 
up on the stage with me to meet Pro¬ 
fessor H. I told him about you, and he 
says he is sure he saw you. He says you 
remind him so much of his own mother 
that he wants to meet you. ‘Consolation’ 
is one of her favorite pieces, and he 
often plays it for her. Here, father, you 
are coming too,” Fred said laughingly, 
as he slipped between them and took an 
arm of each. Then they moved slowly 
through a crowd of smiling friendly faces 
to the little door that led to the stage, 
and Mrs. Wescott’s bonnet was entirely 
foi'gotten. 
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By all means resexwe a small space in 
your pantry for an emergency shelf; it 
will be greatly appreciated when guests 
arrive for a meal unexpectedly as they 
often do in rural communities. It will 
save any amount of worx-y, as our ex¬ 
perience has been that some one usually 
drops in for a meal when we do not have 
a variety of foods on hand; yet since our 
emei-gency shelf has become a ideality 
we enjoy the unexpected guest more than 
ever before. Our supplies were pui*- 
chased at odd times with eggs, and when 
the shelf becomes empty we hasten to 
have it replenished, though our list of 
articles is not long or expensive. In 
this community nearly every farmer 
aims to l-aise almost everything neces¬ 
sary for the table, so our shelf is for the 
days when an easily prepared meal Is 
planned, and some one drops in unex¬ 
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for such days we copied it off neatly on 
heavy cardboard and hung it beside the 
shelf. Thus when in a hurry we merely 
glance at this and instantly know what 
dishes can be seiwed immediately, and 
the various desserts we have on hand. 
My advice to the housewife who con¬ 
templates installing such a shelf is to 
plan for the three meals one must have 
daily; then select such dishes as appear 
tempting to her, and are easy to prepare. 
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