St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-09
CLIO PINKANBLUE,
She Made Romance Yield to Com
mon Sense and Saved Her Home.
Evening Sun

she Made Romance Yield to Com
mon Sense and Saved Her Home.
Evening Sun.
Mother"
The beautiful word was softly spoken,
IN sweet musical voice, by Clio Pink
anblue. fair-haired, blue-eyed, dainty
maid Of Just seventeen, whose every
movement Knocked the grace of a forest
fawn. and was at once the prettiest and
best loved girl in all the village.
Mother" she said again, after mo-
ments pause, which had brought forth
no response from the gentle-faced and
slender woman who stood gazing from
the vlne-embowered easement across
the little garden and along the shaded
met the soft, billOwy clouds just tinged
with the Sea-shell pink reflected from
the SplendOrS Of the sunset.
Again there was no response to the
young girls gentle appeal for atten-
ton, and just the fragment of a frOwn
fled across the gladstone face. In an
instant it had sped, and again the sweet
voice. now slightly raised, said:
Mother
This time the elder woman heard and
needed, and, as the word fell on her
ear, she started almost imperceptibly
and turned to where her daughter
sat. A deep flush suffused her
marble brow. and the clear gray
eyes kindled with living flame as she
walked slowly across the room and
drew the girl close to her breast. For
all instant she smOothed the golden
curlS with delicate hand, and then in
voice almost as sweet as her daugh-
ter's, but with touch of Understandable
sadness in in its tone, she said:
''What?''
"Oh, mother, how can you ask, how
can you say What when you know
that in another hour Squire Looseton,
who has the mortgage on our little
home, and whom [ have declared l will
not marry because love brave Edward
Sterlingfofd, the poor but intensely
noble young miller, will be here to claim
our roof tree as his own, and, knowing
this, you ask Inc, 'What""
Inc girls words seemed to sink deep
into the wOman's tortured heart, for
she sighed YEARLY and her eyes grew
moist. She turned again to the case
ment and looked out once more on the
blOSsOming hedgeTOw toward the little
church, where, eighteen years before,
she had gone quietly with KiTkham
Pinkanblue to be married.
Eight minutes, and a wagon passed,
and still the woman gaZed and still Clio
watched her. At last the latter spoke.
Mother"
This time Mrs. Pinkanblne answered
in more gladly tones:
'Well?" she said.
ooh, mother"
"What?'
'Don't ask me what"
"Why?''
sit stings me SOD
"Where?''
''ln my heart, mother"
''How?''
LAS keenly as if razor blade had
Slashed 1t. All, mother, the sunset of
our happiness is nearly come. Shall we
walk forth and face the world, mother,
hand in hand, each heart entWined with
each?'
''When?"
''When the blow falls, mother, as soon
it must. Or shall I-shall /"
Shake Eddie, mother. and take the
squire. despite my bluff of yeSter-
night"
"Twere better so, child"
80 L feel, mother, but & roof-tree is
rOof-tree after all. amt it? | VIII go and
braid my golden hair. mother, and thou
wilt pluck 4 white rose for me to wear
In my bosom when the squire comes.
The tim5erS of our rOOf-tree shall not
creak beneath the weight Of the mort
gage tonight, mother, and little Clio
PInkanblue Will soon be highroller."