Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-10-16

and suddenly the color bloomed in
her chin. She started up.
"hhel," she said, I'm sure you
must be tired of sitting over that ever
to Susy Morand's to borrow pattern;
/ it will be just a pleasant walk for us. :"
'|To Miss Morand's?" Ethel was
vexed with herself, but she could not
help the tell-tale blood that surged
into her cheeks. isn't it rather early ct?
Only 9 o'clock?"
early! Not bit. Susy and I are
and calico wrappers. Get your hat and
come along quick"
But, in spite of her exhortations to
speed, Sara Martell smiled to herself
to perceive that Ethel Hunt fingered
| long enough in her own room to
change her black lace breastknot for
a becoming little butterfly bow of
rose-colored ribbon, and to rearrange
the dainty tendrils of silky black hair
that dropped SO carelessly over her
! low, broad forehead.
'She thinks we shall see Julian Mo-
rand" she thought to herself. We'll,
perhaps we shall. I am putting myself
entirely into the hands of Luck and
Chance
| But when they reached the Morand
mansion, instead of ringing formally
at the front door, Miss MarteH went
around to the back porch, a pretty lit
| tie entrance, all shaded with honey
suckles and trumpet vines.
II always go in here" said she,
nonchalantly, in reply to Ethel's re-
monstrating glance. "Sue Morand and
I are just like sisters"
Sue Morand, blooming girl of Is,
was in the kitchen, making apple
pies.
"The pattern? OF course, you shall
have it," she cried. "Just wait min
ute until I get it,
| 'I'll go with you" said Sara. Ethel,
you'll not mind waiting for us here?''
mot in the least" said Ethel And
she sat down by the window, where
ivies, trained in bottles of water, were
creeping like green jewels across the
crystal panes of glass.
Sue! Sue!" She started as the voice
of her preux chevalier of the even
ing before came roaring down the
back stairs "Confound you all down
there, why aren't my uoots BACKED
Sue! Mother! Nell! What's become of
my breakfast! You must think a man
has nothing to do but to lie here and
wait all day for you lazy folks to stir
around"
There was no reply as he paused, ap-
parently expecting one. Mother
was down in the garden under a big
green sunbonnet, gathering scarlet
checked tomatoes for dinner 'Nell''
was in the front yard picking red
veined autumn leaves out of the gold
and russell drifts that lay like treasures
of precious stones upon the grass.
Sue was shut up among the myster-
les of patterns innumerable, with
Miss Sara Martell Ethel Hunt sat
coloring and half frightened, the sole
auditress of Mr.. Morand's obiurga-
lions.
81 know there's some one down
there!" he shouted. 81 can hear you
breathe and your dress rustic Just
like your ugliness not to answer fell
low! Do you hear, Sue? Black my
books, quick. I'm waiting for them!'
And ''bang! bang" came the useful
articles of wear in question down the
winding stairway that led into the
kitchen.
Poor little Ethel! She half rose up
then sat down again, piteously unde-
cided what to dO-and even while she
hesitated, with color varying like the
red and white Of the American flag III
a high wind, the door at the foot of the
stairs flew open and in stalked Julian
Morand, sallow and disheveled, with
unkempt hair and beard, fretfully
curved mouth, and a most unbecoming
costume of a soiled Turkish dressing
gown, faded pearl colored neither gar
ments, and stockinged feet thrust into
red morocco slippers.
II say you!" he snarled out; "why
don't you
"And then, perceiving to whom bic
was actually addressing himself, he
started back, turning fiery red.
Miss Hunt"
And, with downward glance at his
toilet, he fairly turned and fed, the
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