Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1901-06-05
Mrs. WAY-DOWN.
 BLUE'S IDEAC
Bv r. b. CALLAWAY.

nH- DEPART" complained Mrs.
 U Way-down-blue, meeting her friend, Mrs. Cheery-up-heart on the way home. ''I do hate to go to my house. It is so lonelyl"
 What has become of your ideas?" questioned Mrs. Cheery-up-hesrt, in surprise.
 They are every one gone," moaned Mrs. Way-down-blue, and the tears filled her eyes. Not a single one is left to speak to me-"
 How very sad" returned Mrs. Cheery-up-heart, somewhat perplexed. Did you feed them regularity"
 Feeding ideasl Who ever heard of such nonsenseI" exclaimed Mrs. Way-down-blue, drying her eyes in astonishment.
 "I would as soon starve myself as starve my ideas" replied Mrs. Cheery- up-heart, thoughtfully. Do you re- member, neighbor, when we first set up housekeeping we were fitted out with the same number of ideas. I had six and you had half dozen"
 "It doesn't seem possible I ever
 
 had so many as half dozen ideas, all at once" sighed Mrs. Way-down-blue; "and now they are every one gone"
 You might recall them?"
 "I have shouted until am deaf and dumb, but they won't come back, and if they did, couldn't keep them over night"
 ''Where is your memory7" asked Mrs. Cheery-up-heart, kindly.
 ''Oh, have the poorest memory in the world," returned Mrs. Way down-blue, dolefully. Nothing ever stays in it unless it be unpleasant things I wish to get rid of and they stick like burrs. The happy, pleas ant ideas run out st one gate while I am crowding them in at the other"
 Do you mean to say that you have no control over your ideas?" asked Mrs. Cheery-up-hsart, very much as tonished.
 'I never mean to work them too hard, but just let them come and go as they will. No one could have been more indulgent to their ideas than I have been," and at this Mrs. Way down-blue burst into tears.
 Perhaps I can help you to recall some of these happy ideas" said Mrs. Cheery-up-hesrt, brightly. Do you not recollect the roll of beautiful stuffs, velvets and silks with gold and spangled tissues which our good Mother Tongue left with us to clothe our ideas?"
 "Oh, bother Mother Tonguel" cried Mrs. Way-down-blue. "I never had the patience to open that great roll"
 Then you have never known what fun it is fitting out ones ideas in neat little jackets and gowns. You should have seen one that came to me in 6 friends letter this morning. It was just sparkling"
 ''Oh, you may fuss if you like" re- torted Mrs. Way-down-blue. T shall not take the time to make up things when I can borrow oI my neighbors or send round to the secondhand shop. always tack on something blue SO people will know they are my ideas. and they run their errsnds just as we'll"
 But. my dear" urged Mrs. Cheery- | up-heart, ''it is useless to send abroad | ideas like ragamuffins, for they receive | so little consideration. Ideas are like | people; when they are we'll dressed | they feel so much happier and more l agreeable, and they can travel round so much better"
 Do ideas travel; that is, outside | the village?" questioned Mrs. Way i down-blue, opening her eyes.
 ideas are great travellers, and | when witty and clever enough they | often go round the world. Stop and | dine with me, Mrs. Way-down-blue, ] and I will introduce you to some of these clever ideas. You may like to take a few of them home with you"
 Being sadly in need of entertain ment, Mrs. Way-down-blue willingly | and was presently amazed at the number of gentle, well-behaved heart in her own home. So bright l and pleasant they were that Mrs. was even in danger of | that her name was Blue | as one gracious company came after another bearing lighted tapers and roses to the guests, while others fol lowed with little pots of honey from the well-flled hives in memory's gar len.
 Mrs Cheery-up-hesrt also called lpon her guests to introduce any deas they night have brought with iheBl. and one. cispping his hands, brought a set newly arrived from dis ant travel. These idess unfolded be- I