Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-04-05
The Western Express.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

st love her, mother" said Guion
Esterhall.
He was not, in general way, much
Of talker. Consequently, when he
spoke, his words had the weight Of
sense and rarity. But Mrs. Esterhall,
the fine old lady who sat erect before
the clear, sea-coal fire, was too much
excited to consider all this.
"The wife of my son, Guion," said
she, "should be lady, born and bred
NOT one of those girls who have had
to fight the world until all gentleness,
grace and unselfishness is ground out
Of them. No, l can never give my
consentl"
The young man smiled slightly.
Mother" said he, the diamond
itself hardly possesses it's true finan-
cial value until the facets are ground
with much friction"
Humphi" said Mrs. Esterhall.
"No one is talking of diamonds"
may bring her to see you,
mother?"
Mrs. Esterhall shook her head.
have no desire to receive her, "
said she. but, Guy, here are the
tickets for Henry Irving tonight.
Carrie Chippendale has promised to
accompany me-of course, you will
DO on hand at half-past seven to be
our escort !"
If you wish it, mother"
The old lady smiled to herself
when Guion was gone.
"A little management" she
thought, "a little judicious firmness,
and Guy will get over this boyish
fancy of his. The idea of q shop-girl
for my daughter-in-law-for Mrs.
Guion Esterhalll / think the lad
must have taken leave of his senses |"
And in her secret heart she rejoiced
with an exceeding great rejoicing
when Miss Chippendale arrived that
evening, in pale-blue MORE gown,
with glittering necklace around her
perfect white throat, and a bunch of
dollhouse roses in her corsage.
''If we are to have private box, "
said Miss Chippendale, buttoning the
seventeenth button of her glove,
lone may as well 60 in full dress,
don't you known"
my dear, you are looking lovely"
said Mrs. Esterhall, approvingly.
Miss Chippendale was sort of hui
man camellia japonica-fair, graceful
and serene-with big, expressionless
blue eyes, cherry-red lips, flax-gold
hair, drawn in fluffy crimps over her
forehead, and an unchanging society
smile perpetually lowering around
her lips. She had been highly edu-
Gated, and she was destined by her
parents to make a brilliant match.
The Chippendales belonged to the
aristocracy-that is to say, they had
never done any work and had always
spent a great deal of money. And
Mrs. Esterhall had decided that Car
rie Chippendale was the very wife for
her son. -
II only she could convert Guion to
the same opinion.
Guion Esterhall was exceedingly
courteous to Miss Chippendale that
evening, but not whit more so than
he was to his own mother. The old
lady was somewhat disappointed.
"But never mind, she said to her
self, lone must have patience"
She went shopping the next day,
to match shade of Berlin wool, to
buy some lace flounces and to decide
on new portieres for her drawing
room at Esterhall Manor. At one or
two o'clock she experienced, not
hunger, but ladylike sensation that
tired nature" needed some sort of
"sweet restoration"
II will go into Maricotta's, she
thought.
Maricotta' 8 was full, as it generally
was at that time of day; but pres
emily the old lady succeeded in OBJ
tanning seat in q curtained angle,
where the waiter took her order for a
chicken-salad and cup of tea. Just
then she heard clear, low voice on
the other side of the drapery, as q
party settled themselves at q re-
served table-Miss Chippendale's
soft, well-modulated tones.
"Oh, yes, Irving was very fine"
said Carrie. Oysters, please
box-stew for one and fritters for two
and three cups Of Vienna chocolate,
nicely frothed, waiter-But all the
same, / nearly died of ennui. The
old lady is the most dreadful bore
you ever knew, and Guy Is regular
prig. Handsome, you know, and
very talented, Of course; but one
don't want to be on full-dress parade
as to ones brains the whole time.
He isn't half as nice as Freddie For
tune--oniy poor Fred hasn't cent
to bless himself with, and papa looks
thunderclouds ut me whenever he
calls. But once I'm married. it,
A chorus of well-bssd giggling In.
terrupted Carries words. Mrs. Es.
terhall rose hurriedly from her seat,
grasped her gloves and Eyeglasses
and made all haste out of the res
taurant. When the waiter came
with the chicken-salad and the tea,
he found his customer gone. The
unconscious Miss Chippendale wnd
her friends enjoyed their vienns
chocolate and oyster fritters vsry
much indeed. a5 .ofs e. 4 hss
Mrs.. Esterhall decided to return u
the manor at once. Carrie Chippen