Bisbee daily review., 1912-04-07
In Pink and Blue
By Marian L. Watson


 It's a wicked shame-now you cant go to prayer meetlng!" Louise exploded tossing the pink gown spitefully onto the bed.
 Mrs. Gloves laughed softly. Why, it's all in the days work. child" she said. T did think I'd like to hear Dady Cane pray one more time He's such a saint. and so old. each prayer may be the last-but Milly didn't knOw-and her heart is so set on wearing pink tomorrow night" | When she has twenty other frocks to wear" Louise interrupted rebel ! liously. "In fact she has everything in the world a girl can want l have nothing"
 "Sure?" Mrs Gloves asked. with a keen glance at her helper. Louise was so pretty it was joy to contemplate her. even without the contrast of poor, dumpy. kindly l Milly Dunham- Milly. indeed. had everything but beauty and charm | the beauty and charm that were | Louise's birthright She liked the little sewing girl, and tried hard to be kind to her. but Louise made it difficult-she was so proud. so re- sentful of patronage. and. since truth must be spoken. so enyious. T wonder what it Is like--to be | fine from top to toe-and feel it doesn't matter if you ruin every thing" she said at last. looking up from the machine.
 She sat sewing ruffes upon a silk foundation-a sort of fairy under robe for the filmy pink gown. Milly. the gowns owner, had suddenly de- cided it needed a finer slip. The rufhes were scant-hardly more than yelling for the shimmery silk. Louise admitted to herself spitefully 1 they would add something to the l lacy pink chiffon. The slip had to be made at once-Milly was coming in the morning to try it on and have the frocks adjusted 10 the lines of 1t. And she'll look like a frump-for all you fit so beautifully" Louise said spitefully as she laid down the slip. All the rest was hand-work-Mrs. Gloves would trust that to nobody but herself. Otherwise. Louise, in a mo- ment of exaltation, would have volun- teered to do the hand-work. and so give time from prayer meeting. She was a generous creature. if she did have Q temper. Though she had reg ular hours, she never complained of working beyond them. Indeed, Mrs. Gloves had sometimes to make her put up her thimble and go out for a bit of air.
 Tt is a pity. Milly would be right nice looking if she didn't always dress so fine" Mrs. Gloves admitted. But the poor thing doesn't know that. Besides. her mother lives for clothes. Every crow, you know. thinks its own white. So I reckon Milly looks pretty and stylish to Mrs. Durham. The judge is a fond father. butsI can see plain he is nightly dis appointed not to have his only child Q beauty"
 He ought to adopt me-" Louise said recklessly.
 Mrs. Gloves pursed her lips. but murmured indulgently: Vain thing!" and went on sewing.
 She was sympathetic enough-had not she herself been poor and pretty, and thereby denied her rightful chance? But she was not going to encourage wild notions in Louise an orphan with no nearer counsellor, than the good dressmaker.
 Think of a masked partyi How I'd love to see it!" Louise muttered after Q bit, looking out at the fading light. It was just sunset. Mrs. Gloves also looked out Do you mind running over to the Canby's for some new-laid eggs?" she asked. "I can telephone if you debut there may be nobody to fetch them"
 I'll fetch them-gladly." Louise said, darting away.
 She did not stop to change her blue chambray working frock, nor to snatch a hat In the briefest space she was at the Canby house; a little later she ran down through the side gate with a bag of eggs clutched in both hands. Dusk was falling; more over she was dreaming when she should have been looking. Between all. she ran plump into a passer-by. a tall young fellow. immaculate in white fiannels. with a gayly banded straw hat held at his side. He was striding forward at great rate. and what. with his own impetus and Louise's quick motion, the eggs had no chance. They squashed-the bag broke-white and yolk overflowed him. To save Louise from falling he had caught her close, and her blue gown was nearly as much a sight as his white attire.
 Notwithstanding, both of them laughed long and heartily. T never dreamed an egg had such possibilities or that there could be so many in the world" the stranger said. check ing himself after little.
 Louise answered with a sidelong glance. Between us, We owe Mrs. Gloves just dozen. But I'll pay the debt. You had better run away to hunt soap and water"
 I'm thinking-if only we had milk and a baker We might make custard