The Parker post., 1912-03-30

exploded, tossing the pink gown
spitefully onto the bed
Mrs. Gleves laughed softly Why
It's all in the days work, child" she
said 81 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. have
nothing"
"Sure?'' Mrs. Gleyes asked, with
Keen glance at her helper.
Louise was so pretty 1t was joy
to contemplate her. even without the
contrast of poor, dumpy, kindly
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
diffscult-she was so proud, so re-
sentful of patronage and, since truth
must be spoken, so envious.
II wonder what 1t Is like-to be
fine from top to toe-and feel it
doesn't matter if you ruin every
from the machine
She sat sewing ruffles upon silk
foundation-a sort of fairy under
robe for the f1lmy pink gown Milly.
the gowns owner. had suddenly de-
cided 1t needed a finer slip. The
ruffies were scant-hardly more than
yelling for the shimmery silk.
Louise admitted to herself spitefully
they would add something to the
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 to the lines of it.
"And she'll look like frump-for
all you fit so beautifully" Louise said
spitefully as she laid down the slip
All the rest was hand-work-Mrs.
Cleves would trust that to nobody but
herself Otherwise, Louise. in 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 a temper. Though she had reg
ular hours, she never complained of
working beyond them. Indeed, Mrs.
Gleves, had sometimes to make her
put up lher thimble and go out for
bit of air
1T is a pity. Milly would be right
nice hooking If she didn't always
dress so fine," Mrs Gleves admitted
But the poor thing doesn't know
that Besides. her mother lives for
clothes. Every crow, you know.
thinks its own white So l reckon
Milly looks pretty and stylish to Mrs.
Dunham The Judge is fond father.
but can see plain he is nightly dis
appointed not to have his only child
a beauty
He ought to adopt me-" Louise
said recklessly.
Mrs. Gleves 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 masked party! How I'G
love to see it," Louise muttered after
a bit, looking out at the fading light
1t was just sunset. Mrs. Gleves also
looked out "Do you mind running
over to the Canby's for some new-laid
eggs?" she asked 81 can telephone
if you debut there may be nobody
to fetch them"
"I'r 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 Candy house; little
later she ran down through the side
gate with 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 paSSer-by.
tall young fellow. immaculate in
white fiannels, with a gayly banded
straw hat held at his side He was
striding forward at a 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 overfiowed
him To save Louise from falling he
had caught her close, and her blue
gown was nearly as much sight as
his white attire.
Notwithstanding, both of them
laughed long and heartily. Il never
Dreamed an egg had such possibilities
or that there could be so many in
the world" TIE stranger said. check
ing himself after little.
Louise answered with a sidelong
glance Between us, we owe Mrs