Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-10-22

was in the kitchen. making apple pies.
THE pattern. u course you shall
have it,"
I'll 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
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
evening before came roaring down the
back stairs. "Confound you all down
there, why aren't my boots blackened?
Sue! Mother! Nelli What's become of
my breakfast. You must think man
has nothing to do but lie here and
wait al 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
sunbonnet, gathering scarlet-cneekea
tomatoes for dinner. "NelP was in
the front yard picking red-veined an
tumn leaves out OF the gold and rus
set drifts that lay like treasures O.
precious stones upon the grass.
Sue was shut up among the mys-
teries of patterns innumerable, with
Miss Sara Martell Ethel Hunt sat,
coloring and half frightened, the sole
auditress of Mr.. Morand's objurga-
lions.
Il know there's some one down
there" he shouted. I can hear you
breath and your dress rustic. Just
like your ugEness not TO answer
fellow. Do you hear, Sue? Black my
boots, quick. I'm waiting for them!"
And bang, bang" came the useful
atfcles 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 un-
decided what to do-and even while.
she hesitated, with color varying like
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 Morland, salloW and disheveled,
with unkempt hair and beard, fret
fully curved mouth, and most I'M
becoming gown, faded pearl-colored
neither garments and stockinged feet
thrust into morocco slippers.
Il say you'll" 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 a downward glance at his
toilet, he fairly turned and fled, the
skirts of his Turkish dressing-gown
floating like red and orange meteor,
and terrified though she was, Ethel
Hunt could not resist the temptation
to break into peal of hearty laughter.
This, chen, was her ideal among
men, ner gallant cavalier, her Sir
Launcelot'' of fancied perfection,
snarling at his mother and sisters
like an ill-conditioned bear, flinging
old boots down the stairs at them
Tumbling out of bed at 9 o'clock in
the morning, while his mother split
kindlings and picked tomatoes out in
the vegetable garden! Like some
Chinese IDOL so fell 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, Il am
thoroughly disenchanted!"
Miss Martell shrugged her shoulders.
and mentally thanked her lucky
stars.
Il could have told you as much be-
FORE" she said. These Adonises are,
like cheap calico-they will neither
wash nor wear! Wait until Everard
Grafton comes
'And who is Everard Grafton?"
'The incest young fellow in the
world-after my betrothed husband"
When Mr. Grafton came he so far
justified Aunt Sara's encomiums that
Ethel was willing to leave the rest tc
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