The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-01
LORD SUM N ER.
CHAPTER !.

Juokc Grdtncy, atnOuRn nc proIeSScQ great love for American institutions, was snob. The sound of title was music to his soul. He spent season in Eng land, and, during the time, became per- fectly enchanted with British manners and especially with British aristocracy. Thejudge's daughter, Rose, was strikingly handsome; triAe scornful, perhap ps, but still wonderfully attractive. She had been taught that nothing in America was good enough for her. One day, inst after she had attained her eighteenth year, the judge said to her:
 Rose, have you ever thought about getting married2 2"
 "Not very seriously, father"
 "You have had great deal of com pany, and didn't know but that some one ofyour many admirers had succeeded in impressing you"
 No, have never been very deeply impressed. There is plenty of time for me to think of getting married. am not in hurry, for at best look upon marriage as sort of surrender"
 "Yes, but all women should marry. She may be slave in marriage but with out marriage she is nothing. am very proud of you, Rose"
 Thank you, sir"
 |" Not at all. Ever since you were little girl-ever since your mother died have had almost the entire care of you so we have cause to be doubly attached to each other. Do you know what have long hoped2 have hoped that you may marry an English lord"
 "You are not rich enough, father, to render me so attractive"
 "Yes, but your beauty is rich enough. Come now, don't blush. lii can get to- gether enough money next spring shall go to England again and take you with me, and wager that you'll catch one of the finest lords of the realm"
 Perhaps l might not love him, father" "What not love peer2 Nonsense. Your aim must be to compel him to love you"
 "l have sometimes thought that can never love anybody"
 "That's what every woman says"
 In society Rose was, in consequence of her fathers snobbishness, at disadvan- tage. Nearly every one knew of her fathers ambitious scheme, and not few people were mean enough to slyly twit the girl.
 One evening rather distinguished man stopped at the village hotel and wrote the following on the register, ;" George Alfonso Sumner, London, England" The characteristic signature was shortly afterward viewed by score of idlers. One of them remarked:
 "Pll bet that's the ldge's lord, come over to claim his own."
 "l shouldn't wonder," the clerk re- joined. Somebody ought to go and tell him."
 Shortly afterwards, the judge entered the hotel.
 "Judge," said a mischievous fellow, do you see that man standing over there P"
 "Who, that tai, fine looking fellow ?" "Yes. Who do you suppose he is ?"
 "I have no idea"
 "Pll tell you. He is Lord George AL fonso Sumner, of London. It is hinted that he has come over in the interest of his government, to see about certain rail- road bonds."
 "That so ?" the judge with great con- cern asked.
 "That's what they tell me. It is kind of secret mission, understand. He does not want any one to know that he is a lord"
 "Are you acquainted with him9"
 "No."
 "l was in hopes you were. would like to receive an introduction to him."
 The judge was determined that noth. ing should prevent him from becoming acquainted with Lord Sumner, so, when he thought that no one was watching him, he approached the stranger, who had taken seat on the balcony, and said |:
 How do you do, sirw
 The man looked searchingly at the judge and then replied:
 "Very well, thank you. Won't you sit down" inclinihg his head toward chair"