Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-07-12
NOT A SUCCESS.

"Dear me-" said Mrs. IIeatherly,
Hsome folks do have all the luck. |
thought when my Cousin Speakwell
was appointed assistant bishop of the
Cranberry swamp diocese, that it was
quite a social distinction. But here's
Helen Joness uncle been put up for
Chinese ambassador! And l suppose
she'll get all her tea and chessmen for
nothing now, besides the credit of the
thing
And Mrs. Hcatherley actually burst
into tears.
From the very first moment of her
arrival in Cherry hill, Mrs, Jones had
been her rival If she decorated her
parlors in lotus-leaves and cat-tails,
Mrs. Jones Immediately ordered an
artist from Philadelphia to paint her
ceilings in peacock-plumcs and half
open sunhower buds. If she gave a
light tea, Mrs. Jones followed with
full-hedged dinner-party. If she had
fancy masqucrade-party, Mrs. Jones
Issued cards for private theatricals.
And now the glories of the assistant
bishopric were entirely eclipsed by the
ambassador to China.
Mrs. Jones ordered her white ponies
and basket-phaeton, and drove in state
through Cherry hill. to invite all her
friends and acquaintances TO an even
ng reception.
TO meet my uncle" she said gra-
aously, before he sails for China
For Mrs Jones. albeit she never had
een her Uncle John Jones, was seized,
ln of a sudden, with the most affcc-
donate devotion for him, and tcle-
graphed him to come at once 70 Cherry
aill. And the letter which followed
was full Of niece-like devotion.
81 have always clt, she said, "that ii was a
Iruel deprivation to see 50 little OF my hus.
oand's relations. And now that wo are -
noon TO lose you must insist on at least one
visit We have some charming people in
Cherry hill, who would esteem it a privilege
10 make your acquaintance. We shall meet
you, without tail, at the siI-iorty train from
Philadelphia, on Wednesday next"
Mr.. Jones. a blunt, bullet-headcd
man, who was in the drug business,
scratched his nose when he heard Of
nis wife's prowess.
"It's all a puzzle to me-" said he.
"Uncle John never had any brains"
"Dcar mer' said Mrs. Jones. "what
brains are needed to be a Chinese am
Dassador? It's all political influence
and wire-pulling. don't you see?"
well" said Mr. Jones, there's
something in that remember Uncle
John being president Of Polk and
Dallas club, for years ago, or so, in the
village. And he manufactured torch
lights for the political PROFESSIONS, and
had very good voice for a hurrah.
What puzzles me, however. IS what on
earth he will think Of our getting so
very affectionate all Of a sudden, after
neglecting him for all these years"
NO matter what he thinks" said
Mrs. Jones, briskly. III soon bring
him around. only think-ambassado
TO China What will Mrs. Heatherley
say? You must telegraph at once for
plenty Of pates de foie gras and cold,
potted game And III have the two
colored walters from the hotel Mary
Ann is very well in her way, but she
will need additional help on an occa-
sion like this. / shall ask Ex-Governor
Philipstarbaugh and his wife-they
are visiting the Whites; and an es.
pecial card shall be sent 20 that stupid
old assistant bishop that Charlotte
Heatherley boasts so much about. Mr.
Chimefield, the poet, is in town also
and shall beg Miss Bulkley to bring
her violin and give us one of thos,
sweet scandinavian Dreams that sh,
improyises so sweetly. Let me see
there will be about sixty people here
unless receive more regrets than
at tpresent anticipate"
Sixty people, ehY" repeated Mr.
Jones. "Ain't that considerable Of {