eedleworker I have ever seen; she was taught by the nuns at
St. Catherine's in the "ould country." She was all patience with poor,
unskilled Cora Jane, and the little outfit that was finally finished
was dainty enough for a fairy. Little Cora Belle is so proud of it.

At last the time came and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy went after the parents.
Long before, they had repented and were only too glad to go. The poor
mother lived one day and night after the baby came. She laid the tiny
thing in her mother's arms and told them to call her Cora Belle. She
told them she gave them a pure little daughter in place of the sinful
one they had lost.

That was almost twelve years ago, and the Edmonsons have lived in the
new house all this time. The deed to the place was made out to Cora
Belle, and her grandfather is her guardian....

If you traveled due north from my home, after about nine hours' ride
you would come into an open space in the butte lands, and away between
two buttes you would see the glimmer of blue water. As you drew nearer
you would be able to see the fringe of willows around the lake, and
presently a low, red-roofed house with corrals and stables. You would
see long lines of "buck" fence, a flock of sheep near by, and cattle
scattered about feeding. This is Cora Belle's home. On the long, low
porch you would see two old folks rocking. The man is small, and has
rheumatism in his legs and feet so badly that he can barely hobble. The
old lady is large and fat, and is also afflicted with rheumatism, but
has it in her arms and shoulders. They are both cheerful and hopeful,
and you would get a cordial welcome....

When you saw Cora Belle you would see a stout, square-built little
figure with long flaxen braids, a pair of beautiful brown eyes and the
longest and whitest lashes you ever saw, a straight nose, a short upper
lip, a broad, full forehead,--the whole face, neither pretty nor ugly,
plentifully sown with the brownest freckles. She is very truly the head
of the family, doing all the housework and looking after the stock,
winter and summer, entirely by herself. Three years ago she took things
into her own hands, and since that time has managed altogether. Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy, however, tells her what to do.

The sheep, forty in number, are the result of her individual efforts.
Mrs. O'Shaughnessy told her there was more money in raising lambs than
in raising chickens, so she quit the chickens as a business and went to
some