The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1899-09-06
HER GALLANT CAVALIER.

eyed girl of Is, with braids of blue
black hair coiled around the back Of
her small, Greek shaped head, and a
color as rich and velvety as the side
of July peach.
"Humphr said Aunt Sara. Eve
heard girls talk so before, and it gen.
orally ended in one thing"
For shame! Aunt Sara" cried Ethel,
coloring up to her eyelashes. II only
mean, of course, that he is an agree
able companion"
Now, this Aunt Sara was no spec
tacled spinster of an uncertain age, nor
portly, pillow-shaped widow, with the
photograph of her dear departed hus-
band worn, locket-shaped, upon her
bosom-but a petty young woman of
four or five and twenty, with bright
blue eyes and hair all streaked with
golden CLEANS. who was engaged in
the congenial occupation of making up
her wedding clothes.
AN agreeable companion y OF
couse," said Aunt Sara. Look, Ethel,
do you think white Maltese lace or
French blonde, with heading of Rom
an pearls. would be prettiest for this
berthe?"
Aunt Sara knew when to drop a sub
ject, and when to hold on to it. But
while Ethel was stitching the quilting
of French blonde on TO the white silk
dress her young aunt samind was busy
upon the topic she had apparently
abandoned.
THE disagreeable fellow" thought
Aunt Sara. He has somehow heard
that Ethel has money, and he is de-
termined to win it. If she could only
see him in his true light: but | know
what perverse thing n woman's heart
is. Just as sure as | attempted TO tell
her what he really is, she'll make up
her mind that he is the finest and least
appreciated parsonage on the face of
the earth. And | did so want her to
keep her heart whole until Everard
Grafton comes to be Charles grooms-
man! Everard Grafton is worthy of Il
princess!'
And Miss Sara Martell sat and sew
ed away in absorbed silence, without
speaking word for the unprecedented
period of fifteen minutes.
They say he is perfectly intOlerable
at home" she said TO herself. "ClaTa
Waters was there once and heard him
rating his sisters fearfully because the
beefsteak for his late breakfast was
a little overdone. / only wish | could
manage it that Ethel should see him
in his true light"
She sat and thought a while longer
and suddenly the color bloomed into
her cheek, the dimples into her chin.
She started up.
Ethel" she said, I'm sure you
must be tired of sitting over that ever
lasting stitching. I've got to 90 over
to Susy Morand's TO borrow pattern;
it will be just "A pleasant walk for us"
ITO Miss Morand's| Ethel was
vexed with herself, but she could not
help the telltale blood that surged in
TO her cheeks. Isn't it rather early?
Only o'clock
EARLY? Not a bit. Susy and | 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 breast-knot for
a becoming little butterfly bow of rose
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dainty tendrils of silky black hair that
dropped so caressingly over her low,
broad forehead.
''She thinks we shall see Julian Nor
and" she thought to herself. "Well,
perhaps we shall. / am putting my
self 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
around to the back porch, pretty lit
tie entrance, all shaded with honey
suckles and trumpet vines.
II always go in here" said she non
chalantly, in reply to Ethels remon-
strating glance. "Sue Morand and |
are just like sisters"
'Sue Morand," blooming girl of Is,
was in the kitchen, making apple cake.
1.-The pattern? OF course, you shall
have it," she cried. "Just wait min
ute until l get It,"
"Tll go with you," said Sara. Ethel,
you'll not mind waiting for use hereT'
"Not In the least" said Ethel And
she sat down by the window, whore
ivies, trained in bottles Of water, were
creeping like green jewels across the
crystal panes of glass.
Sue! Suer She started as the voice
of her preux chevalier of the evening
before came roaring down the back
stairs. "Con ound you all, down there,
why aren't ~ boots BACKED? Suel
Motherl Nell what's become of my
breakfast? iou must think a man has
nothing TO d but to lie here and wait
all day for YOU lazy folks to stir
aroundp'
There was 10 reply as he paused, ap-
parently exp citing one. Mother was