The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-07-28
CARDINAL VERSUS BLUE.
A Tale of the College Races, by Harriet E.
Bagg.


Roberta Hunter sat in the porch at her
fathers front door one pleasant June eve
ming steadily setting her stitches in time to
the tune she hummed. The porch, deep
and cozy, faced the west, and the low sun
beams Pickering through the rose. bushes,
that clambered up the spiny, cedar porch
posts-Roberta was always tearing her
"patch" pockets on them-fell on her
smooth, dark hair and wholesome, pleasant
face, till she blinked her black eyes and
drew further back into the shade. Her
pretty light calico was garnished with a
quaint, square brooch, and cluster of
roses. She usually wore a knot of ribbon
at her throat, but this evening che had a
reason for doing otherwise.
There is one thing more-her name. 1t
was her inheritance from her father and his
twin sister, whose names were Robert and
Roberta. Her father always called her
"Roberty" and her mother drops the "Ro"
and says "Berty." The small Hunters and
Huntresses call her "Robby," which was
the abomination of her soul until she was
engaged and her lover sometimes called her
"Bob" to tease her. This lover is an indus
trious young mechanic, who hopes soon to
be able to take Roberta to cottage, or at
least tenement that she can superintend
for him.
Roberta was evidently expecting him, for
as the sun disappeared she frequently
glanced from her sewing, down the street.
Presently she drew out of her pockat a lit
tie brown parcel, and unfolding it looked
at the cardinal ribbon that she had pur-
chased that day. ''Of course he won't care
which color he wears this year, il he did
wear blue last" she said to herself. "Ill
use enough to go around his hat, and take
the rest for my tie. How | should look in
blue Matte Fisk can't wear anything but
blue, so it is lucky she likes Yale best.
Steve would look as well in blue, too, for
his hair is 80 yellow; but of course he will
wear cardinal if want him to-"
Meanwhile Steve Adams was down in the
business part of the village, in fancy
goods store.
"Good evening, Miss Fisk" he said tc
the clerk.
"How much of this blue stuff would il
take to go around lady's neck and tic al
yours is? ?"
"Two yards"
"And how much to make some kind OF
a tag for a man and 10 Tie a whip-and foi
dogs collar" be added, resolving TO BIT
generous to the Hunter dog as well as it
mistress.
"You would need about three yards anC
a half," replied the girl smiling.
swell, cut it off. Hold on There are
two kinds of blue here Which is the Yak
kind 2"
"Ob, guess either will do" raid th'
clerk accommodatingly.
Steve looked at the two shades reilec
| lively. ~ don't know, but guess that il
the neatest," he said, pointing to the lighter
! shade
at would be most becoming to YOU
style," said Miss Fisk, sweetly, at the sam,
time thinking how disguised Roberta Hun
ter would look at the idea of wearing sucl
n color.
Gan right then. Cut 1t off," said Steve
Il see you are for Yale, too. Shall you
attend the race ?"
81 don't want to go alone, 80 shall hav'
| to stay in this tiresome old shop" she saiC
pathetically as she wrapped up the ribbon
'I'd shut up for day quick enough il
could co." che added as Steve turned to go
sim sure hope you can CO." he sale
politely. Good evening"" and he strod'
away toward Hunters. AS he approached
the house, be- slw Roberta standing in tn,
porch, cutiipG an old-fashioned cream
tinted rose. "rhe dear girl She knows