The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-08-12

preme Court, and is likely to be here for
some time still, suppose.
"And you want to ask him here to
stay? That is all right. Insist upon 1t.
But TO return to Jessie.
Dear! dear! dear! was there ever any
thing so stupid as a man? Now, as [
was going to say, Paul Despard is ris-
ing man; he has become leading law
yer, the soul of honor, noble, generous,
tender and true. I've seen good deal
of him.
80 1 should Judge" said her hus-
band, dryly. 80, go on! Heap it up,
and don't mind me. A Senator of the
United States, with three committees
and subcommittee waiting, has nothing
else to do than to hear his wife paint the
excellences of the first young mani"
my dear, are you losing your mind?"
said Mrs. Brancepeth, with dignity.
IF you have no respect for yourself,
have some for my gray hairs"
ITO resume" said he. This perfect
young mani"
'Is here. And is as much in love with
"In love with Jessien' cried Mr.
Brancepeth, starting to his feet. Paul
DeSpard in love with Jessie! The i'm
pudent-"
''For Heavens sake, Louisa, what is
the end of all this?''
Il am urging you to oppose Paul Des-
pard's suit for Jessie's hand, which he
has half confided to me. AS for me, |
encourage Jessie in no such nonsense. |
am bound that she shall marry Prince
Vinca, of the Aretine Legation"
Hang the Aretine Legation! What
do we want of foreign Legations at all?
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.
q" Very absurd in you, Mr.. Brancepeth.
Prince Vinca is 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
the floor at Mrs. Boteler's ball, when he
thought every one worth while had gone
down to the supper-room. 1t is noble
pleasantly which adds spice to society
As for the affair with Miss Long, don't
know how he could be expected to marry
Miss Long when she hadn't penny 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 Princess of the old
Roman Empirer'
g Is it possible gasped Mr.. Brance-
peth-''is itpossible that my wife is talk
ing this way?"
why? Don't you think it nice
way to talk?"
Mr.. Brancepeth looked at his wife with
a gleam of intelligence at last. "A pretty
daughter you have. if that is the way you
have brought up your daughtern' And
then he banged from the room like an
angry hornet, leaving on the table Prince
Vinca' note asking for an interview that
evening, just as Miss Jessie came dane
ing in like Il joyous butterfly, and of
course found her mother wiping her eyes
with her handkerchief.
80, what is it, mammal" she cried
Your father" said Mrs. Brancepeth,
burying her face again in the cambria
"your father-he-he is 50 indignant to
think of Paul Despard' presumption, he
threatens to bury US alive on the Color
ado ranch. He-he says | have brought
you up in pretty way, and he is-as
mad as a March hare"
1" Or hatter,' said Miss Jessie. but
that means midsummer madness, not
papa's tempers. l declare think papa
might be satisfied with having arranged
his own marriage and let mine alone. :"
80, Jessien'
"Well, this is a free country, mamma,
and | am grown woman, and / shall
marry where | wish to, and shall not
marry where | don't wish to, papa to the
contrary Notwithstanding" And the
naughty-tempered Miss Jessie picked
out her lace rutfies and smoothed out
her pink bows, and looked at her mother
and laughed. Would you, mammal"
said she.
Il don't know, jessie" said Mrs.
Brancepeth, wiping her eyes so vigor-
ously that they looked as if tears had
been there. "You know | am old
fashioned. | have beliefs, superstitions
i don't know what. | shouldn't dare
disobey parent in such serious mat
ter, and expect anything but disaster to
overtake me. And here-I can't say
perhaps your father is right. He knows
Paul Despard is only making his way,
and Prince Vinca--''
"Well, what of Prince Vinca?" said
the impatient beauty.
"Well, he's Prince, to begin with. -
Eyes, | know that" said Jessie, more
quietly. "And | don't pretend to say,
mamma, that the thought of being a
Princess hasn't attractions. But that
man-that man, mamma-he hasn't any
attractions" ..f .. ,
prince Vincar' said her mother.
'Why, | am astonished, Jessie He
looks like Roman Emperor"
Eyes, just like one of those old beasts
that exhausted the empire for theil
pleasures. And / should be one of the
things led captive in his triumph"
''Or he in yours"
81 really believe, mamma, you wan
me to sell myself for title"
Il want you to be happy, Jessie, sale
Mrs. Brancepeth, with dignity.
'Well, I've no doubt | should b,
| haDDy enough il married him. IshOulC