Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1902-03-20
HER GALLANT CAVALIER.

u think him the embodiment Of
chlvalry 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 a
color as rich and velvety as the side
Of July peach.
"Humph!' said Aunt Sara. "Tve
heard girls talk so before, and 1t gen.
orally ended in one thing
For shame! Aunt Sara cried Ethel,
colorlng up to her eyelashes. II only
mean, of course, that he is an agree
able companion
Now, this Aunt Sara was no spec.
tacled splnster of an uncertain age, nor
portly, shaped widow, with the
photograph OF her dear departed hus-
band worn, locket- shaped, upon her
bosom-but a petty young woman Of
four or five and twenty, with bright
blue eyes and hair all streaked with
golden CLEANS, who was engaged In
the congenial occupation of making I'D
her wedding clothes.
AN agreeable companion = of
cousc,' said Aunt Sara. Look, Ethel.
90 you think white Maltese lace or
French blonde, with a heading of Rom
an pearls, would be pretiest for this
berthe?'
Aunt Sara knew when to drop a sub
jcct, 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 dlsagreeable fellow" thought |
Aunt Sara. HE has somehow heard
that Ethel has money, and he is de-
termlned to win it. If she could only
see him In his true light; but | know
what a perverse thing a womans heart
is. just as sure as | 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 | did so want her 10
keep her heart whole until Everard
liralton comes to be Charles grooms-
man. Eycrard Grafton is worthy of a
Drncess!'
And Miss Sara Martell sat and sew
ID away in absorbed silence, without
'peaklng word for the unprecedented
)erlod Of fifteen minutes.
"They say be Is perfectly intolerable
i home she said to herself. CLARA
Waters was there once and heard him
atlng his sisters fearfully because the
'eefsteak for his late breakfast was
little overdone. | only wish could
manage It that Ethel should see him
q his true light"
She sat and thought while longer t
nd suddenly the color bloomed into
err cheek, the dlmples into her chin. {
he started up. {
Ethel she said, "Im sure you
lust be tired Of sitting over that ever /
sting stitching. I've got to 30 over
, Susy Morand's to borrow pattern; :
will be just pleasant walk for u.s."
ITO Miss Morand's?" Ethel was I
axed with herself, but she could not t
zip the tclltale blood that surged in il
her cheeks isn't 1t rather early? T
My 8 o'clock" I
"Early? Not bit. Susy and are
intimate we don't mind curl papers
ID calico wrappers. Get your hat and )
me along, quick"
But, in spite of her exhortations to :,
'eed, Sara Martell smiled to herself u
perceive that Ethel Hunt fingered
ng enough In her own room to !.
Iange her black lace breast-knot for :,
becoming little butterfly bow of rose !, y
lored ribbon and to rearrange tho l.
inty tendrils of silky black hair that "
ooped so caressingly over her low, ;,
Dad forehead y
"She thinks we shall see Julian Nor
3D." she thought to herself. "Well, =,
rhaps we shall. am putting my a,
II entirely into the hands of Luck
ID Chance 8,