Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1904-08-25
A LITTLE BLUE
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By JULIA TRUITT BISHOP
LcopyrIeAt, l0si. By Daily STORY Pub. Co.,

I INDY ran like lapwing from the
/ Kitchen door, where her father had
just read aloud the letter he had brought
from town, to the hammock which was
lazily swinging between the two oak
trees in the corner of the yard. Her face
was glowing through its freckles, and
her lips were apart, for she painted as she
ran.
Miss Marg'ret!" she cried tumultu-
ously; and the young lady in the ham
mock raised her head little way to look
at her with surprised eyes. Miss Mar
g'ret-he's eoniaHr sgain-the gentleman
that wae. here las summer-we've jes
see.aledksS-a &tSsE. hes coin right back
to town to meet tAe tratu-oh, Miss Mar
greet. he's eSnin' again!"
MISS hargaret, opposed to the girls
flushed and palpftstiRg Joy, was little
pale and cold. She lay back in the ham
mock now, with both hands clasped be-
hind her head, and looked at Lindy's
burning face.
"And to think would have called you
a quiet, lifeless LITTLE thing, If had been
asked q. few moments ago!" she said.
1.-THE gentleman who was here last sum-
mer? l dent remember to have heard
you speak of-of any such here as That.
A summer boarder, was he? l wonder
if he was as tired of everything in the
wogld as am. But you are surprise,
Indy"
"Oh, he's comm backl" cried Indy,
clasping her smburned hands in kind
of ecstasy. "There goes father to town,
right now-an' mSthsr's fixin' up his old
room!"
'Lindy, am ashamed of you!" said
Miss Margaret, with half scornful laugh
ter in her eyes. II thought all the time
1t was Dave Lorry-zand now do you
mean to throw Dawes love away for
some city man whom you hardly know
who comes. out here to amuse himself
they all do that, city or country, with
the exception Of Dave here and there;
and nobody caqes for the Daves!"
'DAve!" repeated Lndy scornfully
Il think l see myself notfcin Dave
Eorry-great, big, backwoodsy thing
like that" The flush had dropped from
her forehead, but still dwelt in her
cheeks-twin,r roses which made freckles
or sunburn of no account. Her dark
blue calico waist, ill-made and ill-ftting
was turned in'as to the neck and rolled
up as to the sleeves, displaying throat
and arms that filed Miss Margaret with
envy while she looked. She had been
there an entire month, and had not once
noticed AsM bath raw. But then-she
Lad spent zasg1 81 tke time out there in
the haMEAGx SE2os her own battle
and tEg4Rs j. knEnH endurance. She had
barely taEss xzs&Se Of the pretty coun-
try girl keaRee %hsm big, awkward Dave
was offering sacrifice in vain. Miss Mar
garet, looking straight at Indy, went
off into thoughts that hurt When she
came back again Lindy had her hands
clasped and was crying with deep be-
seeching:
ooh, my clothes are so awful!
haven't got a thing that's fit to be seen!
He amt never seen me dressed up yet.
Oh, Miss Marg,ret, If you only would"
"If l only would what?" asked Miss
Margaret with start.
eff you'd only Let me fix up-in one of
your dressesAjes' for this one evening""
pleaded Indy, with sudden dew of
longing in her pretty eyes. "Id like for
him to see-how could look-if only
had a chance!"
There was psteoYs supplication in
Lindy's voice. FSr amoment Miss Mar
garet lay still, looking at her, and
through her at something beyond. She
was thinking, with dull ache at her
heart, how pretty the country girl was,
and what a safe little nook Heaven had
given hsg 10 be happy Ia. and how little
happy she was, struggling TO get away
just az other pSepls did in other hooks.
After a'utts ahs rose up, with weary
laugA.
81 brought emily one Of my pretty
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need such things. n the country-but
brought it bexaaise-well, because Of
what happened once when had it on.
But now l am going to give it to you, SO
that may never think Of itRgain. Come
on--we will have you in brave array by
the time the sonQuering hero comes
we will make little blue butterfly of
you. 30 that he can see how pretty you
are"
The little blue butterfly huttered and
gasped IN front Of the mirror in Miss
Margaret's room. The round arms wers
bare and the %hNe'nsck rose like a lily
stem from amid the floating, filmy
shimmering blue. Miss Margaret hat
taken the bonny brown locks out OF theil
stiff plat and had coi1ed and pulled then
at the top ofsthe dear-like head; and now
she stood back, amazed at her owr
handiwork
"Oh-ain't it pretty!" cried Indy IL
low tone that was almost Sob She
had asked it of the image in the glass
She had forgotten that Miss Margare'
was there. she had forgotten that'Miss
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