Bisbee daily review., 1903-03-17
HER CHOICE OF REDS

NOpyrlSht. DY McC!are s NeWSpapel
 Syndicate.l
 Mary CaSSell was froSting a cake ny the pantry window. The new min .ster'S reception was that evening, and the cake was part of the Cassen dona- ton toward the refreshments.
 Out in the kitchen Mrs. Cassell, with her sleeves rolled to her ample elbows. was resting from her lahors of prepar- ing a huge dish of chicken salad and ,hatting with a neighbor who had run in. Her maiden sister sat by the win dow working buttonho!es in a whi,e lawn dress.
 "Is that Mary's?' asked the caller nodding toward the while waist. lis Ihe going to wear it tonight?'
 Yes" said the mother. looking in terestedly at it. Awful plain. too, bat she would have it that way. Kind of bridey. I tel her" Anl she laughed significantly.
 Did the m mister 20 to college Tn the same town Mary's college was:" asket. the caller, her voice lowering to & sepulcar3il whisper which more easiiy reached the pantry.
 An angry flush rose tO Mary'S cheek, and she stepped to the door and sharp " shut it before her mothers reply. Two patches of color began to grow in the landscape outside the pan -rg window. Mary saw them simultane- ously. One was vivid and scarlet and grew out of the field across the pas ture lot Presently it came and crossed fl ly 4 new minister's handsome golfing at tire. It was fine. knit and ribbed and had curiously feminine sleeves of scar , let taffeta silk.
 The minister carried his bundle of golf sticks. He came and stood under ! Mary's pantry window and besought her to play. Strange insight that should make him sure twas Mary! The other spot of color was red, too. deep. dull red. But. though it was not vivid like the other, it caught and held Mary's attention, and an answering glow of color famed upon her cheek like the sunset in the autumn west. The minister saw if and thought he had brought it there.
 The girls eyes lifted toward the dis tant color coming nearer. while she gravely told the minister she could not play golf that morning.
 Ii was David Halstead's old red fan nel shirt that glimmered through the { trees She had known it from the first i It was open at the throat a little, showing where the white skin met the 1 sunburn of bis neck. As he looked to- ward the two at the window he grave ! ly lifted the large straw farm hat from a forehead fine in outline where the | damp hair clustered in dark rings He thought the color in Mary's cheek was reflection from the minister's [ red jacket. and she saw he thought so and blushed the more.
 | You'll be out tonight, of course. Mr. ! Halstead?" the minister called jOyoSs- | ly He was young, and he was glad to be here and looking forward eagerly | to the reception in his new, first ! church.
 'I am not sure" answered David, 1 the shadow of trouble fitting over hia I face. My mother is not well" Then
 he turned away. lowing homage to the I girl at the window.
 The icing on the cake hardened per | fectly and did Mrs Cssse1rs reputa- ] tion as a cakemaker high honor. Two
 women of the congregation sat eating { it by the window of the Sunday school | that looked diagonally across to the | infant class windows. Their talk float ! ed through the sweet night air:
 "Yes. this is Mis- Casselrs cake. ] ! was up there today. She's just fiXin' | fer their Mary to carry of the minister with a high hand, and all because she's the only girl in town has been 1 to college As if she was any better
 fer that to keep house and be president
 of the woman's missionary societies
 and sew on his buttons. There's other I girls in Fernwood as good 4ookiR' and ' capable as she is.
 The girl across in the otber window.