Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-20

passersby, she was saying to herself:
"Pink shall gol 1 never knew what her
teacher was like before. Yes, poor little
thing! l don't care what Della says
Pink shall go!''
Meanwhile, in the two attic rooms Mr..
Tumble and Della and little Pink shared
one CT Miss Emmeliegh's Gardeners
was very fOrlOrn young person.
Pink had come home with the invita-
ton and been promptly told by Della
joyce that she needn't be making up her
mind for any such stuff. How was she
to go to party in such an old dress; and
who did she suppose was going tC BUY her
another?''
An unanswerable question to PINK.
Mrs. TrumbulI she believed would do 81.
If she dared face the consequences with
Della, but cripple, and care that sue
was upon her sister and Pink, Della
reigned supreme in the attic household.
Her will was law. She was not q suf-
ferer, but having been from childhood
lame and incapacitated for work she
considered it her right to exercise au-
thority over the ablebodied people around
her and-for some reason known only In
hers elf-to make things take whatever
cours suited her own whims or faucias.
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pretty girl with a grace and daiutiuess
about her that was Ger tainIy not like alr
OF the Joyce 's-seemed to irritate her
for some reason neither Pink nor Mrs
Trumbuu could make out. They often
talked it over-thess two. They vera
great friends and cOnfidantes. Mrs.
Trumbull would tell Pink ''nOt to mInd'1
Della had always been like that She
would eXplain-but she was lame-auL
they must make everything happy for
her. So Pink had grown up to be nearly
thirteen with wonderful patience ana
self-restraint, her model being Mrs.
Trumbull or "Aunt Jone' as she called
her, but on this afternoon every early
maxim had to be put in practice.
Poor Pink
While Mrs. Trumbull was pinchng and
pinning on May Stuart's tea-gown Delis
from her chair in the front window Was
haranguing Pink, who was cleaning
down the closets.
''Gou we no business even asking to 20
to party - Miss Joyce fairly screamed.
'I'd like to know where you think
clothes for party are TO come from, ami
me going without my chicken broth three
days a-runnin'!'
CT didn't ask, Aunt Dele, - sail
Pink, turning pale, olive tinted face
with great dark eyes and a FRAMEWORK of
red brown hair toward Miss Joyce. al
Only-just-told about it. -
Back went Pink's face to the friendly
shelter of the cupboard doors. Not for
worlds would she have let Della see her
cry! But the tears had to GOMEZ It
had seemed so beautiful when Miss En-
meleigh had invited them to the party
Della had allowed Pink to attend the
Electromagnetic school simply because It
would make her more useful in HOUSE,
work at home, but now, she began 20 re-
gret this lest it had put emotions - in the
child s head. She had no idea whatever
of the suffering and disappointment Pink
was experiencing. Her one fear was
that JOne would be foolish enough TO
spend some money on letting the child
go.
All the time clone - with her new
determination, was nearing home. IIuk
had the shelves nicely cleaned, the fire
bright aud the dOrmer window attic as
tidy as she could make it, but as Mrs.
Trumbuu burst rather impetuOusIy into
the room the first impression was Of the
sadness expressed in every line of Pink ;
face and figure. Her work over, the
child had curled herself into the window
seat; sat there, her hand against her
cheek, her dark eyes fixed upon the
hOusetOps visible across the street. The
heavy little face, the detected figure,
smote Jones' kindly, if timid, heart,