Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1900-08-23

trained in bottles of water, were creep
ing like green jewels across the crystal
panes OF glass
"Sue! Sue!" She started as the
voice OF her preux cheyalier OF the
evening before come roaring down the
back stairs. .'Confound you all down
there, why aren't my boots backened?
Suel 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, APP
parently expecting one. Mother
was down in the garden under 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 treas
ures 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-
tions.
81 know there's someone down
therel" he shouted. 81 can hear you
breathe and your dress rustic. Just
lilo uont. MT 10 augtvot an
low. Do you hear, Sue? Black my
boots, quick, I'm waiting for them.
And "bang! bang!" came the usual
articles to 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
hesltated, with color varying like the
red and white of the American flag in
high wind, the door at the foot of the
stairs flew open and in stalked Mr.. Ju-
lian Morand, sallow and disheveled,
with unkempt hair and beard, fretfully
curved mouth and most unbecoming
costume of soiled Turkish dressing
gown, faded pearl colored neither gar
ments and stockinged feet thrust into
red morocco slippers.
81 say you!" he snarled out; "why
don't you"
And then perceiving to whom he
was actually addressing himself, he
started back turning fiery red
Miss Hunt
And with downward glance at his
toilet, he fairly turned and fled, the
skirts OF his Turkish dressing gown
floating like red and orange meteors,
and, terrified though she was, Ethel
Hunt could not resist the temptation
to break into peal Of hearty laughter.
This then, was her ideal among
men, her gallant cavalier her ''Sir
Launcelotn OF fancied perfection, snarl :
ing at his mother and sisters like an
i'll conditioned bear, fiinging old boots
at them, tumbliug out OF bed at nine
o'clock in the morning, while his
mother split kindlings and picked to-
matoes out in the vegetable gardenl
Like some Chinese idol, so fell MIR.
Julian Morand off his high pedestal in
the estimation of Miss Ethel Hunt
She told it all to Sara Martell when
! they were safe at home.
"Aunt Sara" she said, 81 am thor
oughly Disseminated
Miss Mortell shrugged her shoulders
and mentally thanked her lucky stars,
81 could have told YOU as much be-
! FORE" she said. "Those Adonlses are
like cheap calico-they will neither
wash nor wear! Wait until Eyerard
Grafton comes.
"Who is Everard Grafton?'
1.-THE incest young fellow in the
world-after my betrothed husband. ="
When Mr.. Grafton came he SO far
justified Aunt Sara 5 encomiums that
Ethel really did like him. And Aunt
Sara was willing to leave the rest to
fate.-New York News