Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-06-22
settled do trust you will rot think am to blame In
the matter. Believe me. yonr affecti2nnte nephsw,

settled do trust you viii hot think am to blame In
'he matter Believe me- YER smsstSn.s nsPb:T
''It must be stopped Let us telegraph to
Eliot TO come home at once. 1t cannot be al
/ lowed. Jobsonl She says her waist is only
seventeen inches'" The duchess groaned as
she read the words.
Telegrams were at once dispatched to Lord
! Elio, and his cousin, urging immediate return;
| and the duke aud duchess left Panshere to
meet their son in LONDON, having telegraphed
| their intention to him.
The days before the travellers could arrive
were terribly long to the anxious parents. but
ct length telegram came from Dover.
"Slaii be in town by lunch time .s
/ why does not Eliot telegraph himself?"
| they wondered; but when at / o'clock Lord
George alone entered the room, where his uncle
and aunt sat anxiously expectant, they both ex-
claimed breathlessly;
''Oh. George. where is he? Has he not come
hone?;
Yes; he has come home. but so have the
Jobsons, and they have persuaded him to go
with them straight to Brighton, where they
| live
10 Brighton.--we must follow at once Oh
| George how could You allow him to suppose for
one momen: that we should consent to this?
| How did he ever meet these people?"
! We'll, it appears Miss Maud Jobson has a
cherished poodle, and one day at Nice the ami
NAL was nearly run over by a passing fiacre.
Eliot happened to be standing near, and seized
! the creature from under the advancing Wheels
! just in time to save its life. Mr.. and Mrs job
| son. full OF effusive gratitude, and no doubt
knowing who the rescuer was, made end of
| fuss over the courage 'promptitude.' &c., &C..
that had saved their pet, and having thus made
the acquaintance, continued to follow it up by
! every means in their power. Darling Boo
/ Boo's brave rescuer' must accompany them for
/ drives, walks, to the play. ETC., etc. They had
1 their places put mex. him at the table d'hote-
and Eliot never having been regarded as a
/ hero before" and Lord George smiled
/ depreeatingly at his aunt. who made a gesture
l of disgust and apprehension kindly to the
j homage. IL fact. when returned to Nice, he
/ informed me OF his engagement OF course /
! wrote TO You at once, and believe Eliot did SO
I also"
1 There was nothing for it but pursuit to
Brighton. And there that evening the duke
and duchess had a long and. on one side.
/ stormy interview with their son and heir.
They argued entreated and even threatened
| 1t was no use-Lord Eiiot, like most weak peo-
4 pie, was terribly obstinate. He had made up
\ h.s mhnd to marry Miss Jobson. and opposition
4 only made him more determined.
| --c'WSrmust now try the other side" moaned
the Duchess as her son LETT the room. Surely
| they can be bought off,
| ?. Next day tae duchess of Skye drove up to the
! door vi No. 200 Marine parade. such good
! house" she sighed No lack of money, fear
which will make it so much more difficult to
| buy them off," Mrs Jobson was at home and
the house inside bore many evidences of
wealth. 1t was gaudy, DESTINATIONS, vulgar
much gliding, huge mirrors brightly colored,
new. The duchess groaned in spirit she
i recognized the difficulties before her.
| The drawing-roOm was vacant when the
duchess was ushere1 in, and she had time to
! glance around Furniture covered in blue
SATIN. gilt legs and backs, masses of draperies
III most inappropriate places. tables covered
VITA photograph frames--no books, no work,
| no Howers-everything tasteless and SNOWY
i After "A few mlnutes' WAITING tho loor
and the owner of all this appeared. and well
matched her surroundings. A large stout
! woman. very much made up with masses of
false yellow hair. dressed in the most ultra
fashionable style-a bright green silk dress,
| deliberately made, and trimmed heavily with
! gold embroidery, innumerabie diamond
brooches. bangles, rinSs-one glittering mass.
'My dear Duchess how kind of. you to come
| so soon: Maud will be in directly" And, smil-
ing efusively, Mrs. Jobson advanced with
outstretched hand But her heart somewhat
failed her as the duchess, ignoring her hand.
merely bowed stifiy.
Madam" she began. Il have called to see
yeu on what, l fear, will be an unpleasant
business for us both"
Unpleasant" gasped Mrs. Jobson. paling
to the marquis?"
Not that 1 am aware of. But have come
! to tell you this foolish ENHANCEMENT can no
longer go on. The duke absolutely refuses his
\ CONSENT
The marquis is of age; he has promised to
marry my daughter; he is not going to get out
OF it now" interrupted Mrs. Jobson.
Lord Eliot is entirely dependent on the
duke; he has absolutely nothing to marry on"
But he will be the duke of Skye some day,
and Maud will be duchess" And Mrs. Jobson
| faced her antagonist triumphantly. And here
| she is"-as the door opened, and q tall SNOWY
looking girl, younger edition of the mother,
| entered the room.
~ should prefer that this interview be be-
tween you and me Alone said the duchess
coldly completely ignoring her daughter-in-
| law elect.
| "Oh! ma-if I'm not wanted, I'd better CO."
| and Miss Maud, tossing her head disdainfully,
founced out of the room.
| Il am empowered by the duke toto"
the duchess faltered, as she glanced at the
| prosperous over-dressed woman before her,
and her task seemed at each moment more and
more diffcult-"to to-offer-any-compen
| sation--"
Mrs. Jobson's face grew crimson bene ath the
paint and pearl powder-she fairly screamed
| with rage.
| do you come here to insult us? to offer to
bride US to give up our daughters future pros
| poets for money!"
| The poor duchess was sorely embarrassed:
she knew not what to say or do; how persuade
these people to see reason. "Do pray consider
before you encourage your daughter to take a
| step which could only lead to misery Lord
Eliots family would never receive her; they
WoAu nave notnng 10 1--we on; In short, 1t
would be wretched business"
You can't prevent her being Marchioness of
Eliot now, and Duchess of Skye hereafter! Mr..
Jobsen will not allow his daughter to starye,
whatever you may do by your son.
| The duchess felt fight was her only resource.
ut is useless our prolonging this interview"
| she said; Il will wish you good morning"
| And, with stately bow, she left the room feel
| ing that nothing had been gained by her most
unpleasant mission. In deep detection she re-
| turned to the hotel to give an account of her
| discontinue to the duke.
| ''Wel. ma, is that old cat gomez" And Miss
Maud Jobson thrust her head in at the door of
| the brewing room, where her mother was
walking up and down in q state of boiling in
| dignation.
| ITO insult US by offering money! How dare
| she! n Eou shall marry him!'
5',No, ma; I've come to tell you that shan't."
| !'tMaude-" Mrs. Jobson sank into O chair,
| almost speechless.
| II never liked him. He's a namby-pambv
nincompoop, and what's the use of being a
marchiOness with no money, and a family that
won't recognize me? No, I'm not going to
marry him, and there an end of it!
| maud, you've been listening at the door,"
''Of course have. 1t was my business you
were discussing. I'd perfect right to listen"
Mrs. Jobson stormed and ragged and fumed
To think that her daughter for whom she had
| schemed 30 successfully, should turn traitor
and behave SO scandalously.
| '.Do you think you will pick up q greater
catch, may ask? Dukes are not as plentiful
| as blackberries. What will your father say?"