The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1882-08-10

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For Heavens sake, Louisa. what is
the end of all this?"
81 am urging You to oppose Paul Des-
pard's suit for J~essie's hand, which he
has half confided TO me. As for me, L
encourage Jessie in no such nonsense. /
am bound that she shall marry Prince
Vinca, of the Aretine Legation"
Hang the Aretine Legationi What
do we want of foreign Legations at ALP
Commercial agents would do all the
business America has with foreign coun-
tries, and rid us of this pest of lounging
rascals preying on our daughters"
Every absurd in you, Mr.. Brancepcth.
Prince Vinca is n gentleman to the tips
of his fingers. You might know that by
the way he followed Helen Manser home
and into the very vestibule, the other
twilight, when he had never seen her be-
fore, or by the way he lay down along
tie floor at Mrs. Boteler's ball, when he
thought every one worth while had gone
down to the supper-room. 1t is a noble
pleasantly which adds spice to society.
As for the affair with Miss Long. l don't
know how he could be expected to marry
Miss Long when she hadn't apcnny and
he hadn't either. Miss Long needn't
have sat round the parks under the same
umbrella with him if she hadn't chosen.
Because his people at home live on black
bread and garlic in the ruined arch of an
old castle, it doesn't follow that Jessie
will. She will bring the revenue and he
will bring the rank. And just imagine,
my dear, our Jessie a Princess of the old
Roman Empirer
Is it possible gasped Mr.. Brance-
peth-''is itpossible that my wife is talk
ing this way?"
Why? Don't you think it a nice
way to talkP'
Mr.. Brancepeth looked at his wife with
| a CLEAN of intelligence atlast. "A pretty
daughter you have, if that is the way you
have brought up your daughterr' And
then he banged from the room like an
angry hornet, leaving on the table Prince
Vinca's note asking for an interview that
evening, just rs Miss Jessie came dane
ing in like a joyous butterfly, and of
curse found her mother wiping her eyes
with her handkerchief.
go, what is it, mamma?' she cried.
Your father" said Mrs. Brancepeth,
burying her face again in the cambria
"your father-he-h he is so indignant to
think of Paul Despard's presumption, he
threatens to bury us alive on the Color.
ado ranch. He-he says 1 have brought
You up in a pretty way, and he is-a:
mad as a March hare!"
Or q hatter," said Miss Jessie. .'But
hat means midsummer madness, not
papa's tempers. l declare l think papa
might be satisfied with having arranged
his own marriage and let mine alone
go, Jessiein
SWELL, this is a free country, mamma
and L am a grown woman, and | shall
marry where 1 wish to, and shall no
marry where 1 don't wish to, papa to tho
contrary Notwithstanding" And the
naughty-tempered Miss Jessie picket
out her lace ruffles and smoothed oul
her pink bows, and blocked at her mother
and laughed. would you, mammal
said she.
Il don't know, JESSIE" said Mrs
Brancepeth, wiping her eyes so vigor
ously hat they looked as if tears hac
been there. .tYou know l am old
fashioned. l have beliefs, superstition:
Il don't know what. L shouldn't dar,
disobey a parent in such a serious mat
ter, and expect anything but disaster te
overtake me. And here-I can't SAY
perhaps your father is right. He knows
Paul Despard is only making his way
and Prince Finca--n
'.Well what of Prince Vinca?" sale
the impatient beauty.
swell, he's a Prince, to begin with
eyes, 1 know that" said Jessie, NOR,
quietly. "And 1 don't pretend to say
mamma, that the thought of being
Princess hasn't attractions. But tina
man-that man, mamma-he hasn't an,
attractions"
.'Prince VincaI" said her mother
"Why 1 am astonished, Jessie. HI
looks like a Roman Emperor"
eyes, Just like one of those old beast
that exhausted the empire for thGi
pleasures. And l should be one of til,
things led captive in his triumph"
Cor he i'll yours"
81 really believe, mamma, you wal.
me to sell myself for a title"
Il want you to be happy, Jessie" sai'
Mrs. Brancepeth, with dignity.
"Well, I've no doubt l should b
happy enough if l married him. Ishoul
lead a life that has its own charms. rv
no reason to suppose that he will b
other than he is to-day she said, re
flectively "gentlemanly enough, an
kind. And don't you suppose, after
year or two, it amounts to the sam
thingp"
..If Paul Despard was only a Prince
the Aretine Legation"
"Dear me, Jessie, why will you men
ton Paul Despard's name, when yo
know your father would cut you off wit
a shilling"
paul Despard would be glad of m
without a penny to my name," sal
Jessie.
"Wouldn't Prince Vincag"
"Really, mamma, 1 don't-believe-
he would. With all his gasconad
about alteration, l don't believe h
would"
care you certain, Jessie?'' said tn
diplomatic lady, who was gradual
working things into the direction sh
wished. "YOu don't mean that yo
think he is trying to marry you for you
money? 1 should hate to have peopl
say you had bought him."
"People will say that anyway. ]
isn't in human nature not to say spitefl
things. That is the claw Of the origin;
WIN DC'n III US. Do you ppO IL
saw Laura Joy"
80, haven't YOU heard about Laur
Joyp The news came yesterday.
must say l gave her credit for more an
bition; andyet 1 I'M glad she is happy
She has gone and married that clergy
man, and when young Van Westenhar
sen, with his old PATRON wealth, was q
her feet! But girls are queer. Now
should have said that Laura Joy was on
with whom the love of a lover and hus
band and his children, companionshir
tireside and all that would not hay
weighed a feather beside. But there,
is true, her father could give her iewe.
finer than any royal lady's in Europe,
she wanted them. And if he can't, he
mother can. So could yours, for tn
matter of that"
blythe way, JESSIE" said her mother
81 have an appointment with Mrs. LIE:
pinards at one, and l wish you woul
order your phaeton and drive down t
the greenhouse. Durkee has gone t
market, and Mrs. Bunce says we haven
half enough flowers for dinner" An
her mother sat thinking of the Lowell