Ethel Turner

Ethel Turner

Summary

Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Gloves of Gregan McAlister (1897)

Even the master whom he worshipped smiled at him.
"What have they been doing to you?" he said. "Why don't you take off those foolish things and go and enjoy yourself?"
But Greg shook his head—he was incapable of speech—and walked on his miserable course. Even his best friend told him privately, kindly, but firmly, that he was "an awful ass and a goat, you know." While his best enemy made life a thing to be loathed all the long hours of the afternoon.
And in the grand-stand, mortification, quick and complete, had come upon the promoter of his unhappiness.
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Gloves of Gregan McAlister (1897)

McAlister looked and saw a hobbledehoy lad with an honest face, a somewhat battered straw hat, and a suit that had seen active service. The wildest fancy could not picture him in gloves, and her unhappiness increased.
"The boys I like," continued the lady of title, "are genuine boys—rough, hearty, untidy, happy boys—they're the stuff our best men are made of. Wilhelm is a charming little laddie just now, certainly; but I can never help thinking what an admirable footman will be lost to the world if he takes to politics like his father."
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Gloves of Gregan McAlister (1897)

But, of course, she scolded him as became a woman and a mother.
Mrs. McAlister was so routed, and her nerves so upset, she made no attempt to claim her son, and merely stood aside waiting for the cab she had sent for.
"Shake hands, you little beggars," Featherstone said as his mother's carriage and the cab came up simultaneously.
They shook hands. Wilhelm looked quite pleased with himself, and smiled through his blood. Greg's face was almost happy again, though his beauty was no longer such as to rejoice his mother's heart.
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