Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-02-16
MARRIAGE A LA MODE.
How n Pretty Princess Became Engaged
to the King of CASTLES Hope.

I'm, mama, exclaimed the 1Fln
cess Eugene Victoria Josephine Ma
tale Louise Beatlce 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, ]
see by the morning Gdzettergrdn that
l 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 l was going to be be-
trothed to last week. An | 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
zettergram 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"
Il don't know, really, my dear, "
again expostulated Her Majesty. Il
wish you wouldn't bother me about
such trivial things"
but why can't I marry whom l
please? The Gasettergram said that l
ought to have something to say in the
matter"
Newspapers say altogether toe
much nowadays. You must recollect
that you are a 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
Ionic Triv, what's the matter with
you?" asked the Chancellor, as she came
into his presence.
"Oh, I'm all-no, I amt. DO have
to marry that horrid Duke of Encum'
berland?"
so your father and | arranged last
night-but how did you hear of it?"
Il saw all about it in this mornings
Gazettergrdnl-and the Dukes picture,
too"
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. 1.-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 CASTLES
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 it to the girl.
"Why, he's nothing but baf;:. But
he's awfully cutelp exclaimed the
Princess, l5Onlng at it.
Certainly, certainly" said the sly
old man; "but he will grow, and you
will be a Queen"
The Princess thought moment, and
then turned suddenly: Il would like
to marry him; may IP How long will
have to waltz"
Only matter of fifteen or eighteen
years, my dear" said the Prince, per-
suasively. Would you like it?"
"Yes; oh, yes!" cried the maiden il
delight.
'Well, dear you SHALL" and the
Prime Chancellor put down his foot in
a determined way. Now, that is set
tied to your satisfaction. perhaps
might suggest that l am very busy
casting a 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 a present, to make sure that the
Gazetterqran doesn't print the King 6
picture?'
The old Prime Minister toddled uI
to her as fast his eighty years would
permit, and whispered, as he placed the
portrait in her hands: ''Are you salts
fied?"
Il guess I am" whispered the Prin
cess to herself, as she trod the halls O
her ancestors. I'm the first Princes
of Hohenstautfen that ever had any
thing to say about her own marriage
Fifteen or eighteen years-well, may
be by that time I shall be SO old ane
ugly that the King won't want Il
marry me. and then I'll be too old tC
be worried any more about it.-FldUe
Scott Mines, IN Puck.