The Russellville Democrat., 1889-01-10
MARRIAaE A LA MODE.

to the King of CastIle's Hope.
 .sOh. mama" exclaimed the Prin- cess Eugenie Victoria Josephine Ma talie Louise Beatice of Hohenstauffen, bursting into the Queens apartments one morning about noon, as Her Maj esty was eating her roll and coffee preparatory to rising: "Oh, mama, I see by the morning Gagettcrgram that am to be married to the Duke of En- cumberland. They've got his picture in the paper, and he's as homely as that little Prince I was going to be be- trothed to last week. ADl l going to marry him?' This, petulantly.
 The Queen took another bite of the roll, to gain time, and then sighed deeply.
 My dear" she said, gently, you must ask Prince Bizpfennig; he ar ranges all such things, you know"
 But don't want to marry such an insignificant puny man. The Ga- zcttergraDt says that he doesn't reach up to my shoulder, and his Duchy is a mean little thing on the edge of the Black Forest
 ''I don't know, really, my dear again expostulated Her Majesty. r'I wish you wouldn't bother ms<about such trivial things"
 "But why can't p'arry whom l please? The GazetSTgrtn said that l ought to have, S'rnething to say in the natter |
 "Ne,,spapers say altogether too mvrh nowadays. You must recollect ,,clat you are Q Princess"
 Being thus rudely recalled to her self, the Princess gathered up her morning dress of sky-blue satin, and swept out of the room in true royal style to seek the Prime Chancellor.
 Well. my dear Genie Vic Josie Nat Louie Triv, what's the matter with you?" asked the Chancellor, as she came into his presence.
 "Oh, I'm all-no, l ain't Do have to marry that horrid Duke of Encum- berland?'
 "So your father and l arranged last night-but how did you hear of it?"
 Il saw all about it in this morning s Gazettergram the Dukes picture too.n
 The newspapers probably got hold of a cut of some defeated presidential candidate from America-they all are homely," answered the Prince with a well-bred air of diplomacy. The editor of that paper must display more sense or else the Press Censor will pay him visit, and he will have to quit business. But don't worry, my dear; some ambassadors arrived this morning from the King of Castile's Hope, and am inclined to think that perhaps it would be better for you to marry him. Your farther will agree with me-he does in every thing"
 The suave old diplomat drew out a miniature set in rubies and pearls and presented ii to the girl.
 "Whg, he's nothing but baby! But he's awfully cute!n exclaimed the Princess, looking at it.
 Certainly, certainly" said the sly old man; but he will grow, and you Yill be Queen.
 The Princess thought moment, and then turned suddenly: 'I would like to marry him,- may I? How long will have to wait?n
 s'Only a matter of fifteen or eighteen years, my dear, saia the Prince. per suasively. Would y6d like it?'
 "Yes; oh, yesn cried the maiden in delight
 Well. dear you shall" and the Prime Chancellor put down his foot in determined way. Now, that is set tied to your satisfaction, perhaps l might suggest that l am very busy casting horoscope as to the next war.
 The Princess took the hint and re- tired slowly; but at the door she stopped; Can keep the miniature as n present, to make sure that the Gazetterqranl doesn't print the Kings picture?n
 The old Prime Minister toddled up to her as fast his eighty years would permit, and whispered, as he placed the portrait in her hands: Are you satis- fed?n
 Il guess I am" whispered the Prin- cess to herself, as she trod the halls of her ancestors. I'm the first Princess of Hohenstauffen that ever had any thing to say about her own marriage Fifteen or eighteen years-well, may be by that time l shall be so old and ugly that the King won't want to marry me. and then I'll be too old to be worried any more about it.-FiaUeL SeoH lNtnes, iR Puck.