Wilmington daily gazette., 1874-01-22
HOW NE Lost HER.
HI sHIREEY BROWNE.

Il think him the very embodiment of chiy-
airy and gallantry." said Ethel Hunt, enthu-
last cally. .s
She was q dark checked. diamond efied girl
OF eighteen, with braids OF blue black hair,
coiled around the back of her small Grecian-
shaped head, and q color as rich and velvetty
as the side Of July peach.
"Aumph ~. said Amt Sara, "Ive heard
girls talk SO before. And it generally ended
In one thing
'.For shamei Aunt Sara. ;" cried Ethel. col
oring up to her eye-lashes 81 only mean,
of course, that he is q very agreeable compan-
ion,'
Now this Aunt Sara of our little Ethe's
age. nor portly. pillow shaped widow. with the
photograph of her dear departed husband
worn, locket shaped upon her bosom but
pretty young woman Of four or Il We -and-twenty
with bright blue eyes, and hair all streaked
with golden CLEANS, who was engaged In the |
congenial occupation Of making up her we'd |
ding clothes.
IAN agreeable companion-o of course" said
Aunt Sara. "I.oOk, Ethel, do you think white
Maltese lace, or French blonde. with head
ing Of Roman pearls weuld be pretteSt for
Aunt Sara knew when to drop subject and
| when to hold on to 1t. But while Ethel was
| stitching the quitting of French blonde OH to
| the white silk dress, her young aunt'S mind
was busy upon the topic she had apparently
abandoned.
1.-THE Idisagreeable fellow" thought Aunt
Sara. "He has somehow heard that Ethel
has money--and he Is determined to haye 1t,
II she could only see him in his true light
but know what preyerse thing woman s
heart Is. Just as sure as attempt to tell her
what he really Is, Sue will make up her mind
that he Is the very finest and least appreciated
parsonage on the face Of the earth. Ana
l did so want her to keep her heart whole
until Everard Grafton comes to be Charles
1 .rl ftrt.i ia
princess !!
And Mss Sara Nartell sat and sewed away
| In absorbed silence, without speaking word,
for the unprecedented period OF fifteen min
utes.
"lhey say he Is perfectly intolerable at
home" she said to herself, "Clara Waters
was there once, and heard him rating bis sisters
fearfuiiy because the beefsteak Tor his late
breakfast was a little overdone II only L
could manage it that Ethel should see him in
his true llght'
She sat and thought little while longer
and suddenly the color bloomed in her
cheek, and the dimples in her chin, she start
ed up.
Ethel" she said, 'Im sure yoa must be
tired of sitting over that everlasting stitching
I've got to 10 over to Susy Morahd's to Dor
row pattern; it will be just pleasant walk
, for u.s.
"To Miss Morand's?" Ethel was very
!, much vexed with herself, but she could not
| uOiP tAO tCl-taiC bioou tho' ouiBNN
. her cheeks. Isn't it rather early Only
| nine o'cock?"
EARLY Not bit Susy and l are SO
/ intimate, we don't mind curl papers and cal
. leo wrappers. Get your hat on and come
along, quick?
n But, in spite of her exhortatioDs to speed,
Sarah Martell smiled to herself to perceive
that Ethel Hunt fingered long enough III her
own room to change her black lace breast.
knot fora becoming little butterfly bow OF
lr.., ,;b md m
dainty tendriis OF silky black hair that droop-
ed down SO carelessly over her low, broad
forehead.
"She thinks we shall see Julian Moraud,
!, she thought to herself. well, perhaps we
i and Chance"
r But when they reached the Morand man
: sion, instead OF ringing formally at the from
y door, Miss Martell went around to the pacE
y poarch, pretty little entrance, all shaded
!, y with beautiful honeysuekleS and tiuhpe
= vines. s4..
IL always go iu here" said she, nonchsl
antIy, in reply 10 Ethers demonstrating
. glance. Sue Morand aud are just like sis
b tsrs"
It "Sue Morand," blooming girl OF eishtesn
a was in the kitchen making apple pies.
"Ths pattern? OF course you shall Lav'
\ it," she cried. Just wait minute until 1 ge
!; H." :.
e L Will S0 WitD you, caio sara I'he'i Cou
n not. mind waiting ior us here"
u Mot in the least" said Ethel. And shs sa
,t down 10 the window where ivies trained in bot
II ties of water, were creeping like green jewel
L across the crystal panes OF glass.
e Sue! Suel' She started as The voice OF he
jprsux cheyalier of the evening before came roar
ing down the back stars. "Confound you al
down there, why aren't my boots blacked? 1o'
must think man has nothing - do but to Ii
y here and wait all day for you lazy folks to sti
g aroundT
IN There was no reply as he paused. apparent.
le expecting one. Mother" was down in tn
garden, under Ng green sun bonnet, gather
of ing scarlet checked tomatoes for dinner. ell
e. was in the front yard picking red veined au
e. tumn leaves out Of the gold and russet drifts
% that lay like treasures Of precious stones upo
~ the grass.
Of Sue was shut up among the mysteries c
lg "patterns" innumerable, with bliss Sarah Maj
tell. Ethel Hunt sat coloriog and half-frigh
u eped the sole auditor of MIR. Morand's objurgo
y tions.
rs 81 know there's some one down thereH
"a shouted. ~ can hear you breathe, an
your dress rustic. Just like your uglines
" not to answer a fellow Do you year, Sue
ir Black my boots, quick! I'm waiting 10
g them "
ut And "bansl bang" came The useful articles {
I'D wear in Question, down the winding stalrwa
that led into the kitchen.
Poor little Ethel! She halt rose up, the
iR sat down again, piteously undecided what to d
40 and even while she hesitsted, with color vary
Y, inc like the red and white OF the American ia
-, IN high wind, the door at the foot Of the stall
n. few open, and in stalked MI. Julian Aorant
be- sallow and disheveled, with unkert hair an
ne beard, fretfully curved mouth, and most vi