Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-06-14
VOL. LVII.

you must remember"
''Tea-fghtl Blowout" Mrs. Jones
repeated, in infinite disgust. Peter,
1 haven't any patience to hear you use
those odious, vulgar expressions. How
are Ethel and Constantia to get mar
ried, I'd like to know, if the dear girls
never are to see any society? Are the
ponies readyP"
"You can't have the ponies to-day"
said Mr.. Jones. THE livery-stable
man says they don't stir out of their
stalls until the whole account is settled
three hundred and odd dollars"
How absurd of him. said Mrs.
Jones, with a shrug of her plump
shoulders, And now, of all times in
the world! But never mind-I shall
walk!'
And Mrs. Jones. nothing daunted,
| put on a rose-bud-trimmed bonnet,
pretty imitation cashmere shawl, and
a pair Of cream-colored kid gloves, and
set forth to the florists, where she
ordered profusim of flowers; and to
the pastry-cook's where she hesitated
between water ices, and Neapolitan
cream; and finally went home, wearied,
but triumphant.
OH show the Chinese ambassador
that there is some style about his coun-
try cousins" she declared, to Ethel and
Constantia, who were remodeling their
old dresses, to- appear as new as pos
sible.
And really Mrs. Joness parlors did
appear exquisitely tasteful and pretty
when the eventful evening arrived.
The chandeliers-new for the occa-
sion-were draped with smilax; the man.
tells banked with cyclamen and begonia
leaves; the angles of the apartment
filled with tall palms and stately ferns.
Miss Bulkley was there. with her
violin, and a package of music nearly
as large as Saratoga trunk; the ex-
governor and his lady were on time,
and the assistant bishop of the Gran
berry swamp diocese appeared, in a
red-nosed and pompous manner, with
his cousin, Mrs. Heatherley, leaning
on his arm. And, as the room began
to fill, Mrs. Jones waxed little nerv-
| Gus.
Il do hope nothing has happened to
the train," she thought. If he
shouldn't be here, after all, I should
feel myself social fraud"
But, as the old Antwerp clock in the
corner struck ten, there was a little
hustle, the sound Of retreating car
riage-wheels - Uncle Jones had ar
rivedl
And the guests parted right and
left, to admit of the entrance of a
stout old gentleman in suit of home
dyed butternut-brown, pair of silver
spectacles, very red hands, entirely in
nocent of gloves, and a blue-checked
shirt.
"Well, Niece JONES'" said this re-
markable apparation, grasping Mrs
Jones's pretty, little kid-gloved hands.
"I'm dreadful glad to make your ac-
quaintance. And this 'ere's Peter, is
it? I hain't seen Peter since he was a
boy"
"Uncle," said Mrs. Jones, with sort
of hysteric gasp, "allow me to present
to you-"
"Oh, yes, I see," said Uncle Jones.
Company to tea, eh? Your servant.
ladies and gentlemen, your servant"
bowling comprehensively around the
room. "And seein' we're all here to-
gether, so nice and friendly" he added,
"I'll jest ask you all to look at a new
kind O. salve as I've took the agency of
the Electric Agony Eradicator,' only
twenty-five cents a box, and five boxes
for dollar. Business is business, you
know, and as make my living this
way, I'm sure my niece and nephew
here won't object to my selling off the
stock-in-trade to the best advantage
before I leave the country. Perhaps
the company don't know that sail as
skipper of the Lovely Louise next
month-up to the Newfunlan' fishin-
banks, and round by way of Nova
Scotia?"
"But," gasped Mrs. Jones, eve
thought-that is, we understood-w
read in the paper, would say-that
you were to be the ambassador to
China"
"Mep' said Uncle Jones. "Not if 1
know it! Me 60 to furrin parts, to be
eaten up with chopsticks, or burned
alive by the coolies? 1 guess notl
P'r'aps it's John J. Jones you're think
ing about. He's from the same place
as ana great friend of the admins
tration-and I've heerd as he's got a