Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-01-31
Blue, OR CRIMSON ?
Harper's Bazaar.

tnme. gazing at the blooming squares IN
tbe little garden below, was no nearer de-
cfding it than she had been three days
o5o. vet it must be settled this afternoon,
"a the hands of the clock were pointing
q ten minutes 10 8. Blue, or CrimsonY'
The words began to adjust themselves
with annoying pertinacity to the monot-
onous ticking on the mantel--"blue, or
c-insonY Yale, CIR Har-vardf' and then
this further affix, containing the kernel
If The difficulty. "Rolfe, or Marstonf
Rolfe, or MarstonW
Which should it be2 The clock drop
nod preliminaries and struck to the tel
Hpgclause with persistency so aggravating
that the young lady knitted her pretty
brows and finally stopped her ears. She
must think-she must think. Here wers
only fifteen minutes in which to balance,
for perhaps the thOusandth time, the
merits of two rivals aud declared suitOrs
lJr her hand, represented by the colors
of the rival colleges. Which should It
BET
HOW it was that, though neither of
these suitors had been accepted, each be-
Iieyed himself favored, and expected bis
supposed lady-lOve TO wear his coiors Is a
mystery which only an accomplished co
auette could explain, This particular Co
Guette did penauce for much previous
alrtation during the mauvais quart dheur
at the window, trying 20 make up her
mind whether to purchase blue OF Grim
g9n ribbon for Elinor Vance's party.
She had put off p' rchasing either as
lon, al. possible, and mad had immense
tro9ble to prevent being presented with
botb But for this unfortunate party,
which had given each admirer an excuse
to reouest a proof OF favor, she need not
have decided quite yet whether to accept
Roger Marst0n, whose dark eyes and
charming manners had turned the heads
ofbalf the girls in her 'set," who was
handsome, aristocratic and-Oh, most
,otept ord-rich; or Walter Rolfe, the
the 'gistle lover" of her childhood, het
nlaymate and teacher at once, her loyal
champion always, aud the hero OF her
earliest day dreams.
"yhy. Lou, what in the world are You
standing there for, WITH your fingers IN
your earsY So you're going outf' with
disappointed accent.
"Yes'm. Whyf'
"Oa, I've just got noe from your
Aunt Maria. She's sick, and nothing II
do but must 90 up there this evening.
And | thought perhaps you'd make the
biscuit for supper. | can't trust lnga,
Won know" Inga WAS the Swedish help"
maiestic, snow fair, picturesque, serene,
and a. yet innocent of the least details of
cooking. Cant you be back in half an
hourY Il don't take long to make
cream Tartar biscultg'
"Yes m =" with a des pairing glance al
the clock. an try"
One would not have said she was trying
very hard noting her deliberate pace
when once on the street She could have
wished the walk TO town twenty times as
long How provokingly things happen
cd. The ''help" only tit to look at, and
Aunt Maria sick to-dey, of all the 800
days in the year! Oh dear! DEAR!
Should il be blue Oh orimsonY
o. course it ought TO be blue. Walter
and she had seemed to belong to each
oiher-algays. She had always believed
him, tilt lately, the oleverest, best and
and handsOmest boy in the world. He
might be--yes, she was afraid he was
be was-a little common place, but he
was as much a part Of her past as her
brother Jeremy, and seemed as much
part of her future. To eliminate Walter
BIT then what girl she knew would
think Of refusing Alger MarstonF He
belonged to one of the Boston families;
be had five times Rolfe's property; he
was haudsOmer too-at least the girls
thought he was; he sang, he painted;
and poorfROfe VAS apt TO yawn over
"enthuslasms.' Surely no ore else would
hesitate between the two and yet
Here she was at store door, and the
clocks were pointing to 5;l5 O'clock.
She passed that door, and the next, and
The next; then turned back resolu ely.
WHAT was the use of wiveriug? 1t should
bscrimson.
81 declare, Miss Lou!' This greeting
given by au irreproachable gentleman
OF oV who was patru'nuR the center az
me store. Il can not believe my eyer!
Fortwo weeks you have passed w.tnour
glance at my windows, and now, when
I'm IN the depths OF despair, in you
walk Is if cothing had happeded."
You see, Mr.. Batchelder," was the
sa1cy spouse, II couldn't endure the
separation any longer. And how fortunate
am TO find you al liberty to attend met
WHAT You're going to ignore the
claims of friendship, are you, aad pur-
chase some sordid trife or otter@
DO you keep sordid trfesS was
looking for ribbons
'R'bben. All, yes, yes; now see. Why
couldn't yon have spared my feelings and
gone to Mr. Euard's? He would have
sold you a ribbon without Gang, whila
IT. At the very thought feel quite
sanguiuary.
lie had selected while speaking a roll
ot crimson, and vas dexterously looping
lL as he held 1t before his customer, who
surveyed 10 and him with astonishment
not unmlxei with anger. II has passed
GO provero that nothing should be
'Aseu for granted where woman is con
cerord.
Miss Jennings remarked cooly as she
turned 70 the case
Perhaps some other color would make
you feel less sanguinary. This straw
color for instance"
"Ha' ha" still holding up the Grim
1{ou see I'm like Joel Bagstock, sly,
1evllish sly
Indeed3"
.Aimost as sharp as Harvard senior, I
ssure YOU
'l0u have an excellent onipion OF