The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-08-30

North. with innocent pride. And we
are giving this modest little entertain
ment to introduce him TO our friends.
Well, 1 declare! said old Miss Medlar.
II w l wish I'd brought my new black
silk, at dollar and a quarter a yard,
instead of the salt-colored pongee
Don't forget to make him acqua .nted
with me. and | shan't mind a set of
silver teaspoons for the bride, when
the affair comes off.
But in spite Of their assumed phil
osophy, neither Kate Eor Theodore
North could help shuddering when old
Miss Medlar sailed into .he room, with
her cap bristling with cheap artificial
roses, and an limitation bunch as big
as tea-saucer pinned into the front Of
her gray pongee gown, while an op-
pressive Tor of patchouli freighted the
air wherever she went
Has he come! she audibly demanded,
looking around. l mean kate's beau
the relative of the Duke of What 's-his-
name?
Do sit down cousin Medlar said
Theodore, in agony of distress, as she
drew forward q chair. Don't you see
that the dancing is about to commence?
No; he has not come. Our most aris-
tocratic guests are generally the latest
to arrive.
Just let me know when the Virginia
Reel begins. said old Miss Medlar, and
I'll shake a foot with any of 'em. |
amt SO old yet that I've forgotten to
dance. We always had good old
fashion break down, Thanksgiving and
New Years Ewes, when / kept the
clearinghouse on Steeple Street, in
Albany,jus west of
And here to Dora's infinite relief,
the crash of the opening notes Of the
Lancers drowned old Miss Medlar's
shrlll accents.
What shall we do. whispered Kate
to her mother.
We must just endure it, my dear, said
Mrs. North, with shrug of her
shoulders.
The third quadrille was in progress,
when Mr.. Mortimer Fitz Alan arrived
"a tall, swartby-faced man, with
suspiciously large diamonds in his lin
him like an atmosphere
There was little thrill and MUIR
mur through the rooms at his entrance,
and Kate North advanced blushingly
to meet him.
Now said the scion of English
nobility; I'm slate, l know, but l was
detained. The Earl of Dufferin drop
ped into my room ut the Windsor, just
as | was starting away, and, as he goes
back to Canada tomorrow, couldn't
very well be rude to his lordship.
Another little sensation rippled in
visibly through the rooms, and Kate
North blushed brighter than ever with
gratitied pride.
Eth shrill voice, making its way
through the little crowd. The Earl of
Which Do tell! Introduce me to Mr.. !
Fitz Alan Mortimer. cousin North.
Miss Medlar, from Albany said Dora,
the soft rose on her cheeks deepening
into positive mahogany, color as the
pongee dress and artificial flowers as
serted their appearance. Mr.. Morti-
mer Fitz Alan.
Mr.. Mortimer Fitz Humbug! ejecu-
lated old Miss Medlar, deliberately
putting on her spectacles. He's no
more u relation of the Duke of Nor !
folk than am He's Isaac Poppilow,
as boarded with me four years ago. and |
ran away with all my silver spoons and
the other boarders' watches. He was
u clerk in old Snooks grocery, aad /.
forged Snooks' name to cheque for
three hundred dollars. and he served !
out two years in the Sing-Sing Prison |
for it. Bless my soul 1t was all in the
Police Gazette. and I've got q copy at
home, with every particular, if any of /
these gents AMI ladies want to see it.
And so re calls himself Fitz Alan, does /
he, =? Well, Poppilow amt exactly a
romantic name, but
But Mr.. Isaac Mortimer Fitz Alan
Poppilow, who had writhed visibly
under the singing arrows OF Miss Med
lars voluble tongue, could endure it
ho longer.
Theres-aw-some mistake here,
said he with a very red face. This
aw-very respectable lady is mistaken.
l never lived in Steeple street. know
nothing ABOUT Albany
Oh, no. there ain: no mistake, Ike
said Miss Medlar. I've got
your printed picture at home, in the
Police Go-stte, as natural ss life. if any
one wants to see it, with The Detected
Forger' written under it, And I'd ad
vi. my cousin Phete, and the girls. to
look sharp af er their loose change, and
spoons and things. while you're in the
house
This last shot was too much for
human nature to endure and, mutter-
ing some incoberent excuse, the near
relative of the Duke of Norfolk, and
the intimate friend of the Governor
General of Canada, contrivtd TO twist
himself sinuously out of the room.
My dear. said old Miss Medlar, to
Kate, who stood pale and dismsyed,
when you say your prayers tonight,
thank heaven for the CSC pc you We had.
That man is swindler. a villain, and /
on impos.or
And lust q year afterward, there was
another party at Mrs. North's-a wed.
ding party this time-in which Miss |
Medlar figured in the Virgins Reel to /
her hearts content And the bride
was pretty Kate, and the groom was
Bolder, of the famous fruit
farm up in Rensaler County.