The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-22
Rob SHOOK his head. His mouth

Dluh set 1t! why not!
rwarn't my fault. Mr.. Batehel
der'd gone to supper and the clerks
didn't know what color.
"Why, / told you blue"
"No, tou didn't neither. You said
like what you got this afternoon"
"Itell you | said blue" indignant
~, "And after you've eaten supper
you can go back and get it,"
"HuhI can, can l? Don't the
stores shut up at six Wednesdays"
mo, not all, Jeremy interposed,
seeing signs of STORM in his sisters
face. Zone or two are always open: "
HE wants TO sneak out of getting
the ribbon. | Distinguishing
away her chair; and taking refuge in
the window recess to hide a few tears
of vexation-''small boys are just
unmitigated .nuisances! OF course
he'll go back"
Chow about big boys?" Jeremy in
quired, following his sister.
"Oh, big ones-like you are very
nice indeed"
L y
allow me to escort you tonight and
turn your back on the comet and the
fixed star" These were the nick
names Jeremy had bestowed on his
sisters two chief admirers. "Was it
because you couldn't go with both,
and so wouldn't go with either? Eh?'
cit was because wanted to go
with you. And you're very
"No, I'm not. I'm your humble
servant. You know it's the first
time you have wanted to go with me
since you put on long dresses. l was
a little surprised, that's all. And I'm
afraid Mr.. Marston may lie in wait
to assassi-nate,' and that Walter
may send a challenge round"-
Don't be nonsensical, Jeremy"
"Well, let me say one thing sober
IL, then; I'm glad it's blue, and not
crimson, that Bob is going after.
Very glad"
His sister flushed, thinking of the
crimson in her pocket. But at that
moment came crash from the di-
rection of the kitchen that drove
everything else out of her. head. Ar
irving on the scene, she found frag-
ments of crockery and a deluge OF
milk on the floor. The Swede was
surveying the ruin with arms
akimbo.
a hat upsided it," she remarked
in explanation.
Unfortunately her mistress temper
was also ''upsided." She proceeded
to give Inga a scolding, which made
no more impression upon the recip-
lent than it did on the wood-box she
was filling. Seeing this, Lou desisted
as abruptly as she had begun, turned
her back on the offender, and went
back to the dining-room just in time
to see figure dash down the garden
path and out the gate. 1t was Bob
wi O was thus decamping, having
stuffed his pockets with eatables.
No second walk to town for himl
What was to be done? There was
no use in pursuing; no use in getting
angry. Everything seemed against
blue; for that reason, if for no other,
my heroine made up her mind to
have it even if she had to go for it
herself. There was not time enough
for that, however. and she did not
like to ask Jeremy, who was enjoying
cigar on the piazza before dressing.
But there was Igna; shecould go.
The Swede was not perceptibly as,
astonished at her mistress sudden
change of tone when she came back
to ask her to leave the dishes and GO
on an errand. She made the unfail'
ing rejoinder, "Yess," and was ready
in two minutes. Thinking to be
quite sure this time, Lou wrote what
she wanted on slip of paper. The
Swede departed, holding this in one
hand and the money and the
door key in the other. Having
seen her on her way, Lou was at
liberty to commence her toilet
1t was already past seven, and dark
because of impending storm. There
was ominous mutterings OF thunder
going through the process of dress
ing mechanically and hastily, my
heroine in half an hour stood before
the mirror fully arrayed. Now in
deed the time for decision had come
Inga would be back soon, and there
would be plenty of time to knot up the
blue ribbon should she wish to veal
it. Or, she might begin now on the
crimson lying on the bureau. Which
should it be?
How foolish! How like the ira
ditional donkey between two stacks
of hay! She laughed, then noticed
with vexation that her eyes were
heavy and her cheeks as white as hel
dress.
"This will never do, "she soliloquized
81 shall have to try the crimson tc
light myself up. I'll make the knots
anyway"
Fate surely favored crimson. Sh'
was a long time about arranging tn
bows, but Inga had not returned
when they were finished. So, just t.
see the effect, she pinned them IL
place on breast and hair and belt
and then stood looking at hersel
with pardonable pride in her owl
beauty. What was she thinking, a
she gazed at her reflection with tina
light in her eyes and that flush OIL
her cheek?" She saw herself, in fancy
Roger Marston's envied and con
graduated fiancee. She saw his eager
dark, triumphant face; and then sh
turned away and put u
her hands to shut out anothe
vision, vision that caused the fius
to fade and the gaze to waver. Onl.
a pair of blue eyes that suddenl,
seemed to look from the mirror
depths, first in wonder, then in pain
reproach, despair, and finally-yes
finally in scorn, scorn of the girl VIII,
was about to make the most brl
liant match of the season.
The gate fell together. 1nga wa
at last coming, and the noise ofvolce
told that she had brought with he
her "man" Carl, who usually spen
his evenings in the Jennings kitchen
Lou hastily unpinned the crimso
bows and threw them on the table
Her cheeks seemed to have borrowe