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

81 think him the very embodiment
OF chivalry and gallantry," said Ethel
Hunt, enthusiastically.
She was dark checked, diamond
eyed girl of Is, with braids of blue
black hair coiled around the back OF
her small, Greek shaped head, and
color as rich ard velvety as the side OF
a July peach.
Hump" said Aunt Sara, 'I've
heard girls talk SO before. And it
generally ended in one thing"
For shame, Aunt Sara!" cried Eth
ell, coloring up to her eyelashes. 81
only mean, of course, that he is very
4 agreeable companion"
Now this Aunt Sara OF our little
Ethel was no specialized spinster of an
uncertain age, nor portly, pillow
shaped widow with the photograph OF
her dear departed husband worn, lock-
ct shaped upon her bosom, but pretty
young woman of four or five-and-twen-
ty, with bright blue eyes and hair all
streaked with golden CLEANS, who was
engaged in the congenial occupation of
making up her wedding clothes.
IAN agreeable companion of
course" said Aunt Sara. Look, Eth
ell, do you think white Maltese lace or
French blonde, with heading OF RAJ
man pearls, would be the prettiest for
this berthe?"
Aunt Sara knew when to drop 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's mind was busy
upon the topic she had apparently
abandoned.
1.-THE disagreeable fellow" thought
Aunt Sara. HE has somehow heard
that Ethel has money, and he is deter
mined to win it. II she could only see
him in his true light; but l know what
perverse thing woman's heart is.
Just as sure as | attempt to tell what
he really is, she'll make up her mind
that he is the finest and least appre-
ciated parsonage on the face of the
earth. And did so want her to keep
her heart whole until Everard Grafton
comes to be Charles groomsman!
Everard Grafton is worthy OF a
princess. "
And Miss Sara Martell sat and sewed
away In absorbed silence, without
speaking word for the Unprecedented
period Of ID minutes.
"They say he is perfectly intolerable
at home,n she said to herself. CLARA
Waters was there once and heard him
rating his sisters fearfully because the
beafsteak for his late breakfast was
little overdone. If only could man
age it that Ethel should see him in his
true light"
She sat and thought while longer
and suddenly the color bloomed into
her cheeks, the dimples into 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 go over
to Susy Morand's TO borrow pattern;
it will be just pleasant walk for us"
''To Miss Morand's?" Ethel was vex-
ed with herself, but she could not help
the tell tale blood that surged into her
cheeks. isn't it rather earlyp Only
8 o'clock"
Early! Not bit. Susy and | are
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
lorg enough in her own room to
change her black lace breast knot 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 she shall see Julian Mo-
rand, F." 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 a pretty lit
tie entrance, all shaded with honey
suckles and trumpet vines.
II always go in here, she said non
chalantly, In reply to Ethel's remon-
strating glance. "Sue Morand and /
are just like sisters"
Sue Morand, blooming girl OF Is
was in the kitchen making apple pies.
1.-THE PATTERN OF course you shall
have it!n she cried Just wait min
ute until get it"
an go with you, said Sara. ''Ethel,
you'll not mind waiting for US hereY'
] mot in the least" said Ethel. And