Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-01-18
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Ethel Gordon.

did this. The proiusion OF flowers, al
beautifully arranged, yielded swee
perfume; the choice books, pictures
COPIES of WOrldrenoWned works of art
and vases and ornaments of rare de
sign. were all indications of highest re
dnement and cultivation.
Ethel Gordon was not unworthy o
her surroundings. She gave promise o
a magnificent womanhood; her slende
girlish figure was admirably graceful
her attitude perfection; every un
studied pose was statuesque. Her face
was beautiful with bright beauty al
its own; rich brown hair fell on the
graceful neck; ner eyes were of the
rare hue of a purple heartsease, a
golden light shining in their liquid
depths-a light that deepened with ev-
cry phase of feeling that flashed with
scorn, or cleaned with tenderness, or
shone with pride. Beautiful eyes they
were, for one glance of which men
would have fought in olden days and
died3 the brows were straight, like
those of a Grecian goddess-brows of
gave such a mouth as hers to Venus,
for it was one of singular beauty, the
upper lip being short, the lower one
full and curved while the dimpled
chin was faultless
There was no flaw in her beauty
from the crown of her fair head to her
tiny feet. Her small white hands had
a delicate rose tint; her arm was
round and perfect in contour. Yet she
did not possess the cold, perfect, regu-
lar beauty of woman without fault.
There was pride, and perhaps some lit
tie degree of temper, in the bright eyes,
just as there was something of indie
pendence and hauteur in the curved
lips
The sunbeams were falling on her
and the sweet south wind, bearing the
scent of hawthorn and lilac, was fan
ming her brow; but she was not look
ing well pleased. She was standing a
an open window, watching the slantini
sunbeams, her little white fingers tap
ping impatiently on the window-frame
81 am Gordon" she said to herself
81 like my own way and | will no
submit to it,"
At that moment footman came t
say that Sir Leonard Gordon awaite
his daughter in the library.
al will be there directly" said Ethel
carelessly-it was one of her principle
never to seem in haste.
She remained for a few minute
longer at the window, just to CRAFTY
her spirit of independence, and ther
she walked slowly to the library, wher,
Sir Leonard awaited her.
Sir Leonard Gordon resembIed his
daughter in every respect--he had tn,
same clear-cut, regular features. thu
same waving rich brown hair: but his
face, handsome though it was, Dor,
marks of deep care and thought. while
the hair was streaked with gray. II,
was tall, MISUNDERSTANDING man
with an impressive air of dignity anC
command.
Come in. Ethel" he said, in a deep
musical voice. Il want to speak t
you very particularly"
A musical voice and wnsome smil,
were the heirlooms of the Gordons
Their features might and did vary
some We're of the dark, proud Norman
Others of the fair calm Anglo-SaxoI
type-but all alike had a voice of soft
est music, and smile that would hay,
melted heart of stone. There ha,
been faithful Gordons. and false Cor
dons-Gordons true rs steel, an,
treacherous as the men who betraye,
their young queen: but every Gordon
could be recognized by these two gifts
"Sit down. Ethel" said Sir Leonard
81 have much to say. and you will b,
tired"
But the spirit of independence an,
contradiction seemed TO be strong II
his beautiful daughter this May morn
ing.
i prefer to stand. papa" she re
piled; and Miss Gordon swept acros,
the room, with a naughty bearing no
lost upon Sir Leonard.
lie smiled to himself, and II was ius
as well that Ethel did not see tina
smile.
A'N W. Nbus ffNuel, ne SNlu
That we may come to some amicah,,
arrangement Of our difficulties. I hon,
you have come prepared to be lust anf
reasonable"
49," lf Won are determined 10 h,,.a ,,o,,,
own way, papa, il is useless NV arer,
ing with you" returned Ethel prond
". = 0''"
Il am afraid. my dear. that We Coz
dons are too fond OF our own wav. hr
/ think you and can arrange orr dim
cultes without coming into collision
IL is useless to talk to a Gordon Of snb
mission; but If I can convince Won
judgment, you will obey me. 7 bono
Il am not very clever at obedience
! fear. said Miss Gordon.
mo, you have been spoiled F+be,
ever since you were a child: and. nov
that you are seventeen, II is dificu,
TO contend against the effects OF tina
spelling. See. my dear" and Sir Leon
ard held out an open letter to hi
daughter, II received this by thl
morningN post from the Austrian am