Ethelyn's Mistake eBook

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way and told her of his approaching marriage.  It was a splendid suit, made after the most approved style, and costing a sum which he had kept secret from his mother, who, nevertheless, guessed somewhere near the truth, and thought the Olney tailor would have suited him quite as well at a quarter the price, or even Mrs. Jones, who, having been a tailoress when a young girl in Vermont, still kept up her profession to a limited extent, retaining her “press-board” and “goose,” and the mammoth shears which had cut Richard’s linen coat after a Chicago pattern of not the most recent date Richard thought very little about his personal appearance—­too little, in fact—­but he felt a glow of satisfaction now as he contemplated himself in the glass, feeling only that Ethelyn would be pleased to see him thus.

And Ethelyn was pleased.  She had half expected the old coat of she did not know how many years’ make, and there was a fierce pang of pain in her heart as she imagined Frank’s cool criticisms, and saw, in fancy, the contrast between the two men.  So when Judge Markham alighted at the gate, and from her window she took in at a glance his tout ensemble, the revulsion of feeling was so great that the glad tears sprang to her eyes, and a brighter, happier look broke over her face than had been there for many weeks.  She was not present when Frank was introduced to him; but when next she met her cousin, he said to her, in his usual off-hand way, “I say, Ethie, he is pretty well got up for a Westerner.  But for his eyes and teeth I should never have known him for the chap who wore short pants and stove-pipe hat with the butternut-colored crape.  Who was he in mourning for anyway?”

It was too bad to be reminded of Abigail Jones, just as she was beginning to feel more comfortable; but Ethelyn bore it very well, and laughingly answered, “For his sweetheart, I dare say,” her cheeks flushing very red as Frank whispered slyly, “You are even, then, on that score.”

No man of any delicacy of feeling or true refinement would have made this allusion to the past, with his first love within a few hours of her bridal, and his own betrothed standing near.  But Frank had neither delicacy of feeling nor genuine refinement, and he even felt a secret gratification in seeing the blood mount to Ethelyn’s cheeks as he thus referred to the past.



There was a great deal of sincere and tender interest in Richard’s manner when, in reply to his inquiries for Ethelyn’s headache, Aunt Barbara told him of the almost fainting fit in the morning and her belief that Ethelyn was not as strong this summer as she used to be.

“The mountain air will do her good, I trust,” casting wistful glances up the stairs and toward the door of the chamber, where girlish voices were heard, Nettie Hudson and Susie Granger chatting gayly and uttering exclamations of delight as they arranged and adjusted Ethelyn’s bridal robes.

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