McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-05-22
A PAYING FLIRTATIoN.

A PAtlN6 FLlkTATION.
ssNo, Herbert, / can't do it. You
will have to get out Of this difficulty
all by yourself. 1t is useless my going
to your father any more; he said the
last time he would never again cripple
himself by paying your debts. His
mind is made up about it; and even if
it wasn't, know he has not got the
money. AS for me, you know I have
not"
"Then what on earth am 1 to doP"
inquired the Hon. Herbert Farnham.
"The Jews will do no more for me.
I'm sbroke,' and that's the truth. They
say there's q baronet working down at
the docks, glad of three shillings a day
when he can get it. suppose l shall
come to that"
Lady Chetwynd looked at her favor
tie son and smiled little. 1t was a
funny picture, that of this grand crea-
ture, Respondent with the beauties of
nature appropriate to a s'masher," and
adorned by clothes perfectly built,
working at anything but the obtaining
of as much amusement as possible out
of life. The smile was but transient on
Lady Chetwynd's handsome face; it
died away soon, and she fell into pro-
found thought. Presently she said,
very gravely: "There is your Aunt
Margaret
"What of herP" inquired the Hon.
Herbert, looking up from his admira-
BILE boots, which he had been studying
attentiyely, possibly wondering if the
hundred well-cut pairs that stood in
his dressing-room would be Of any use
to wear out when he was dock labor.
er, or whether it might become neces.
sary to have sale of his personal be-
longings.
"Well-I know she is in England.
She wrote and told me so, in fact. And
it has occurred to me, once or twice, to
wonder whom she will leave all heI
money to-"
s'Ras she no oneP" inquired the Hon.
Herbert quickly.
ssNo one at all, believe; absolute.
~ no one. She was an only child, and
with no relatives, when she married
your uncle George. That is how she
CdA0 w OO oOlO AVu Cos W QUILL al OAAOA
nous fortune.''
ssMade out of sausages, wasn't itp"
sob, no; nothing worse than pickles
and I'd have forgiven her the source Of
her money, for, her father being dead
when she married, it might all have
been forgotten; but I found it difficult
to forgive her for being herself
ssWhat's the matter with herP" asked
the Hon. Herbert
"Well-" said Lady Chetwynd, hes
itating little, ssshe' s-vulgar and
rather Eighty. She never seemed t,
me good enough for George"
"Why did he marry her, thenP"
"Oh, as for that" answered Lad,
Chetwynd, her color rising slightly, IS
believe he married her for her money
can imagine no other reason"
ssAh!" said her son ssthen she's bee
married twice for the same reason,
SUPPOSED"
EYES," answered Lady Chetwynd
:.sthat second marriage made me NOR
angry with her than ever. Now he
second husband is dead, I really wis
she would call herself Mrs. Rollesto
again, instead of going about as tn
Princess Droguca."
"Never mind" said the Hon. Hel
bert; ssas the Prince cleared out with
out squandering her money at cards Il
forgive him his sins and even speak re
spectfully of his memory. Now tell m
where to find my Aunt Margaret, tn
Princes Droguca. Surely l must hav
inherited some of those Fascinating
powers you and Uncle George seem t
have possessed in common; l will tr
them on her. l will be humble, dutl
full, the most exemplary of nephews,
will carry her prayer-book to churc
and nurse her poodle. Most elderl
ladies have some monomania or other
/ will discover hers and feed it. Yo1
will hardly know me if you should Sc
me at her side, 80 full of humility an,
decorum shall be.''
Lady Chetwynd smiled and sighed a
once, 81 have no idea what she is lik
now,n she said. ssIt is q long tim,
since have seen her-many q Ion,
year-never since George died, in fact
She was not pious then; perhaps she i
now. Yor will find her at the Clai
vile at Seagate."
ssI've heard of that establishment
said the Hon. Herbert thoughtfully ;~s,
queer place for an elderly lady. How
ever, 1 dare say she knows no better
Give me line of introduction to her
and I'll run down at once. l shan
mind going to Seagate just now; i'll
superb weather, and lots of peopl,
there"
Lady Chetwynd, looking thoughtful
as she did 80, wrote a very brief not.