The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1902-02-05
Her Gallant Cavalier.
BY George Buchanan:

said Ethel aunt' en'nu'i"'''
cally.
"Humphr' said Aunt Sara, 1--WE
heard girls talk, so before. And 1t gen.
orally ended in one thing
"For shame, Aunt Sarah! cried
Ethel, coloring up to her eyelashes. Il
only mean, of course, that he is a very
agreeable companion"
Now this Aunt Sara Of our little
Ethel was no spectacled spinster OF
an uncertain age, nor portly, pillow
SHAPED widow, with the photograph or
her dear departed husband worn, lock-
et-shaped, upon her bosom-but a pret-
ty young woman Of four or hVe-and-
twenty, with bright blue eyes and hair
all streaked with golden CLEANS, VINO
was engaged in the congenial occupa-
tion of making up her wedding clothes.
"The disagreeable fellow" thought
Aunt Sara. HE has somehow heard
that Ethel has money, and he is deter
mined to win it. If she could only see
him in his true light; but know what
q peryerse thing a woman's heart IS.
Gust as sure as I 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 I did so want her to
keen her heart whole until Everard
Grafton comes to be Charles grooms-
mani Everard Grafton is worthy of
q princess!'
And Miss Sara Martell sat and sewed
away in absorbed silence, without
speaking a word for the unprecedented
period Of fifteen minutes.
"They say he is perfectly intolerable
at home" she said to herself. clara
Waters was there once and heard him
rating his sisters fearfully because the
beefsteak for his late breakfast was
little overdone. If I could only manage
It that Ethel could see him in his true
light"
She sat and thought 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 everlasting
stitching. I've got to go over to Susy
Morand's to borrow pattern; it Will
be Just pleasant walk for u.s."
ITO Miss Morand's?" Ethel was
yexed with herself, but she could not
help the telltale blood that surged into
her cheeks. Isn't it rather early?
Only 8 o'clock
"Early? Not bit! Susy and I are
80 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 put a
finishing touch to her costume.
"She thinks we shall see Julian Mo-
rand" she thought to herself. 'Well,
perhaps we shall. am putting my
self entirely into the hands of luck
and chance"
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.
81 always go in here" said she, non
chalantly, in reply to Ethers remon-
strating glance. Sue Morand and ]
are just like sisters"
Sue Morand, blooming girl of eigh-
teen, was in the kitchen, making pies.
"The pattern? Of course, you shall
have itw she cried. "Just wait min
ute until I get 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! Suew 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 blacked? Sue
Mother! Nell! What's become of my
breakfast? You must think man has
nothing to do but to lie here and wait
all day for you lazy folks to Still
aroundw
There was no reply as he paused
apparently expecting some one. Moth
err was down in the garden under 9
big green sunbonnet, gathering scar
tet-cheeked tomatoes for dinner; Nell
was in the front yard picking red
yeined autumn leaves out of the golt
and russet drifts that lay like treas
hres of precious stones upon the grass
Sue was shut up among the myste
ries of patterns" innumerable, will
Miss Sara Martell. Ethel Hunt sa
coloring and half frightened, the solt
auditress of Mr.. Morand's objurSa
lions.
"I know there's some one dow