The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1917-03-15
HATS and FACES
By EARL REED sILvERs.

III BY EARL REED sIlvERs. IL
Estelle Williams played with an
ivory paperweight on the mahogany
desk Of the writing room.
Harold Smythe is coming to spend
the weekend in Glenwood," she in
formed Dorothy Hunt. "We're going
to give big dance on Saturday eve;
ming"
"You are?"
Dorothy showed little interest In
the person Of Harold Smythe. She
had heard so much about him since
! Estelle's visit to Miami that she had
formed an unreasonable dislike for
him. But her opinions counted little
In the Williams household; she was
only the orphan daughter Of the sis
ter Of Mrs. Williams.
It had been hard for her. OF the
same age as Estelle, she was as differ
ent from her cousin as black is from
white. In the first place, she had big,
blue eyes, which gave hint of pathos,
and which made the men who looked
at them want to protect her from
some harm which they felt was i'm
pending. She had skin like the soft
! est velvet, and cheeks the color of a
pink rose.
Estelle's eyes were colorless, al
though she considered them hazel. Her
skin, in spite Of frequent applications
Of the latest modern appliances, re-
fused to be anything but rough. But
her father was a millionaire, and her
mother had social aspirations.
They had met Harold Smythe at
Miami, and Harold had casually men
toned the fact that he intended to
come East in the summer. An invi.
tation and acceptance had followed,
and the time had finally arrived for the
much-talked about visit.
On Friday morning Estelle, waiting
for the big touring car to carry her to
the station to meet the guest
! found Dorothy sitting on the front
porch.
"Do you wish to ride to town." she
| asked gracfOusly.
Eyes, I would like to co." Dorothy
arose and took the front seat of the
car. while Estelle sat in state In the
tonneau. The former wore a sunbon.
net Of light straw, which had cost IS
cents in the village store; the latter
was decked in a silver creation which
was purchased in New York for $50.
They reached the station just as the
train was pulling ont. Estelle leaned
from the car and greeted cookbook
ing, well-set-up young man who was
standing on the platform. She did
not bother to introduce Dorothy, and
the auto started Off for the ride to
the Williams mansion. The girl in
the front seat could hear them chat
ting noisily. She liked Harold's
voice.
When they had reached the house
and alighted from the car, however,
Estelle paused moment to introduce
the other girl.
my cousin, Miss Hunt" she said
lightly.
The visitor took Dorothy's hand and
gazed into her blue eyes. Then he for.
got all about his hostess and every.
thing connected with her.
IL didn't know Estelle had q
cousin" he gasped. "Will you be here
for the week-end?"
EYES," The one addressed smiled at
his evident confusion.
Harold turned to Estelle, who was
watching with anxious eyes.
II think that shall have wonder
ful time," he announced. "Things are
just fine here" His eyes returned to
Dorothy.
Mrs. Williams came forth and met
Harold. When the guest had been
shown his room, Estelle called her
mother to one side and talked earnest
~ In guarded tones. Dorothy saw Mrs.
Williams nod her head decisively, and
then Harold appeared again.
If you would like to see the place"
Estelle suggested, II will show you
around"
"That will be Hne." He turned to
Dorothy. you're coming, too, aren't
you?" he asked.
I-Tm afraid she'll be busy" Els.
telle interposed. "She's sort of a
housekeeper here" she added cruelty.
Dorothy's eyes flashed angrily.
II haven't anything to do" she said
rather defiantly. I'D love to co."
For the remainder of the morning
they explored the beautiful estate. But
it proved to be rather trying time
for Estelle. Try as she might, she
could not secure the visitors atten.
ton. When she told him of the depth
OF the shaded lake, he looked into the
depths of Dorothy's eyes. So as soon
Us they returned to the house Estelle
held brief consultation with her
mother, and Mt luncheon Mrs. WA.
lialns made IN announcement.
"The painters are fixing the cottage
at Avon" she said to Dorothy, 'and ]
believe that we ought to have someone