The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-04-28

| Winnie-'I kneac it was HoraceI Uncle
Party listen to me-let's send him away to
| Naples-to Milan-to Monte Carlo
Brown-"Winnifred White are you in,
sane"
Winnie-'T thought only of offering q
counter attraction"
Brown-'By Jovel Not bad idea! III
give him pocket-fun of gold and let him
go-he won't be back ge,y soon, ha hal"
| Winnie-'So that's settled. BY the way,
Uncle Policy, forgot to tell you Of the beau
tiful model engaged. You'll be in rap ures
when you see her-such glorious big brown
eyes with fringes an inch and aquarterlong
And soft, dark hair, as lustrous as silk, and
such mouth The old lavaudaia-the wash
| woman-told me about her and she will fetch
her tomorrow morning-but, Ssh! There
! comes Horace leave you to pronounce his
doom" Passing out as Horace enters, she
whispers to her brother:) accept all your
uncle's propositions and trust in me
| (Exit,)
Brown (setting up the bare canvas before
Horace) sir; l am ready to con.
graduate you upon your astonishing prog
ress-upon the astounding Roadway you
have made A little pale in tone, perhaps
but so is your Jane Gray. Jane Gray
| pooh If | could lock her up in a tower and
| then behead her whenever felt in the mood,
| oh, V0uIaapI3 Don't scowl at me, young
man! l shall tempt you with gold, and il
| that doesn't serve pll disinherit you, mark
that, sir! Horace (goes over to table and
writes check, there's enough to make
Monte Carlo paradise for an hour or two,
at least; take it and clear out!"
Horace-"Monte Carlow
Brownies, Monte Carlo. Go and gam
BILE"
Horace-"Uncle N. B., can not-stay-
(aside) Winnie said I was to accept every
proposition he made and trust in her
(Aloud) Uncle n B., 1 wiiIi"
Brown-'I supposed you would. Have
jerks pack up for you-and wait moment
here, Horace; l wish to see you again be
fore you 60"
Horace-'Very well, sir. exit Brown. J
What can my Uncle N. B. mean? What can
Winnie mean3 What can it all meant" (En-
ter Winnie)
Winnie-'It means that you are going to
Monte Carlo-yes! Well, sir, the Monte
Carlo to which YOU are going lies less than
one small quarter of a mile away"
Horace-"Che ooiete djre?"
Winnie-"Justw what say. Listen! Looks
oil dpOuJ ILe room Lnen Whispers. DO YOU
know the road that leads across the Tiber-
over the Bridge of st. Angelo close by St.
Peters, where, only stones throw away,
dwells one who is perfecting her Italian
Aha-I knew my brilliant scheme would
please you-and-bless you my children ~
Horace-"O, Winnie, you're brick-a
regular kiln! But though it's awful nice
at presegt-how will it avail
Winnie-"Why, by the time your money
is gone your wife will have won the heart of
Uncle Boney, see?n
Horace-''N-no, not exactly"
Winnie-"Well, it's all arranged between
us; and l shall hire her as a model-she will
come every day and pose for me-a real
Italian type she is, you know, and Uncle
Leon, will, of course"
Horace-"O, Winnie, Winnie, if ever
smashed your dolls head in early youth, it
was simply because I, your only fraternal
relative, did not then appreciate what it was
to have sisterlr
Winnie-"There, dear boy, don't take it so
to heart! broke your kites and lost your
skate-straps fully as often as you murdered
my sawdust idols-let's kiss and make up!"