Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1899-10-12

| lasting stitching I've got to go over
to Susy Morands to borrow pattern;
! it will be just a pleasant walk for us"
40 Miss Moraud's?" Ethel was
vexed with herself. but she could not
help The tell-tale blood that surged
into her cheeks ISM it rather early?
Only Q o'clock?"
Early! Not bit. SuSy and l are
so intimate, we don't mind curl papers
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
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 Martell went
idrounti to r4e back pofca, .s'prsssttyy' u /:
tie entrance, all shaded with honey
suckles and trumpet vines.
II always go in here, said she
nonchalanuy, in reply to Ethels re-
monstrating glance. Sue Morand and
| are just like sisters"
Sue Morand, a blooming girl of IS,
was in the kitchen, making apple
pies
THE pattern? OF course, you shall
have III" she cried Just wait a min
ute until ! get IT.
IN go with you, said Sara. Ethel
you'll not mind waiting for us here?'
Not in the least" said Ethel. And
she sat down by the window, where
iyies, 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 cheyalier of the even
ing before came roaring down the
back stairs. "Confound you all down
there, why aren't my BOOTS BACKED? ?
Suel Motherl Nell! What's become OF
my breakfast! You must think 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 APP
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
vened 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.. Morands objurga-
lions
Il know there's some one down
there," he shouted II can hear YOU
breathe and your dress rustic. Just
like your ugliuess not to answer fel.
low! Do you hear, Sue? Black my
, uouhs, quIch' III "dl'AlS w uieih
And bang! bang came the usetu
articles OF wear in question down Tho
, winding stairway that led into the
kitchen.
Poor little Ethel! She halt rose up
then sat down again, piteously unde'
cided what to do-and even while saC
hesltated, with color varying IKE the
red and white of the American flag IN
a high wind, the door at the foot OF the
stairs flew open and in stalked Julian
Morand, salloW and dlsheyeled, VIII
unkempt hair and beard fretfully
curved mouth, and most unbeeoming
costume OF a solied JurN'sh dressing
gown, faded pearl coiorei neither gar
ments, and stocklnged Ie"t thrust into
red morocco slippers
Il say you! he snar!eI out, why
, don't you---
And then, perceiying TO whom nc
was actually addressing himself, he
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