How Ethel Hollister Became a Campfire Girl

Susan. She would arrive on Friday. This was Thursday. Grand

jaculated Mr. Hollister. "It was ki

lized that her husband trusted and had faith in her and that Ethel was furtively watching her, so she said: "Well, Archie, perhaps I was a little selfish in asking Aunt Susa

ossible that you had only that idea in y

d please your mother, and I could kill

oticed it when he brought home his disreputable looking friends

pleasant. I would like you to take her out and show her everything, and Gran

make it pleasant," repli

wife, Mr. Hollister left the

s share of her money. Why, she'd probably leave my brother John and me a remembrance anyway, and you and Kate would benefit by it. Well, this is a strange world, my child. I wish your mother was less politic, but I pre

"I may never marry, and then you and I c

e wore a bunch of tight frizzes under a little flat velvet hat with strings, something of the style of 1879. Her gown was of black made with a full skirt trimmed with black satin bands. She wore an old-

nd wept. Ethel was mentally hoping that Aunt Susan would purchase some modern clothes or that none of her fashionable friends would meet her, for among them were some who would laugh at the old lady, and the girl felt that she'

other for a drive. She dared not demur. Had she not promised her father to do everything for Aunt Susan? Could she hurt her dear grandmoth

ant's Tomb, where Aunt Susan insisted upon getting out. Fortunately Ethel encountered no one whom she knew, but as they were driving up Lafayette Boulevard they passed Estelle Mason, one of her swell friends.

ver speak to Estelle again, the rude upstart! They say she prides herself on her family, bu

, "you're looking badly. Your che

lied. "I always grow red

seen it all and

n the Carpenter family,

l, dear, do, and tie

and to her joy the

Hollister confided to Ethel that really

know all about her and her grandparents. My dear child, her grandmother used to be a waitress way out West where her grandfather ow

how did you know

old New York families, my dear. Remember I

Ethel fel