Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-12-14

ms ldtller loSt his temper.
'Out OF my presence, sir!" he cried.
III lock you up, I'll apply for a
lunacy commission. Hang me. STRIP
added the old man, theatrically. "ru
save you in spite OF yourself, or-or
III perish in the attempt"
Next afternoon Lord Fanfare called
upon Miss Laura Flarer at her biiou
residence in Fulham.
The lady received him very
graciously. Charmed to know you,"
she said, charmed to know you
take cheer
And then Lord Fanfare took
cheer" and carefully studied Miss
Flarer through his eye-glass.
"Will you have 'sb. -and-s. p" said
the lady. who was Hospitality in
clined
But Lord Fanfare declined refresh
ments.
''Iootle tells me, madame" said his
Lordship, coming to the point at once,
'that he has offered to marry you"
George is dear boy" said the
lady. Il think we shall be very
happy" she added, with a sigh.
''Do you?" said his lordship, dryly.
'Let me tell you, madam, that my
son Tootle Is weak minded pauper!"
'TH find the brains and the
beauty" said the lady. airily.
''B aims and beauty amt much to
4 l,
ship, oracularly.
But your Lordship can't go on liv-
ing for ever" said the lady, with one
of her sweetest professional smiles.
You're sixty-fve, you know, though
you have the complexion of boy of
seventeen, she added, tartly.
There's nothing like plain speak
ing" said Lord Fanfare. II like you
for it." he said. "Now, what on
earth do you want to marry my son
forP
Il want to be Lady Fanfare" said
Laura Flarer, simply, and she gave
her lips a professional bite that made
them look ruddier than the cherry.
And if you married my son, young
lady," said his Lordship, you would,
suppose-er-quit the scenes of your
early triumphs?''
"Well, 1 couldn't go on doing
turns as Lady Tootle," replied Miss
FIarer, with toss of the head.
''And have you saved much money
out of your professional earnings,
| Miss Flarer, may l ask? enough to en-
able you to maintain my son in the
position to which he has been &C.
customed?"
! And then the lady laughed. dear,
delightful, silvery, unartiicial, musi-
cal music hall sort of little laugh.
There's bill of sale on the furni-
ture," she said, land | owe Psalm
aneZar five hundred; but ToOtle's a
Lord, you know" added Miss FIarer,
with smile.
mo, he amt" replied his Lordship;
''he's only a courtesy Lord; he's just
electroplate, my dear young lady,
that's all"
/ "Tll marry him all the same" said
the lady.
! There's no other way out of it,"
thought Lord Fanfare. ''Tootle's a
pig-headed fellow, and she will marry
him, and then the fat II be in the fire.
Madam said the old nobleman, u
have other views for my son George.
Would you mind naming a figureP"
/ 1T won't do, old gentleman, said
Miss Flarer Il mean to be Lady
Fanfare some day or other and it
won't do. If you was to paper this
room with bank notes, my Lord, it 'ud
be no manner of use"
A "And that's your last word,
madam" asked his Lordship.
! That's my last word" replied the
eldest and the plumpest of the three
/ plump Miss Flarers.
Then here goes" said his Lordship
to himself as he pulled up his shirt
collar, and then, to the ladys intense
establishment he suddenly dropped
upon his knees, he placed his hand
1 upon his heart, and, modelling himself
upon the lover of the melodramaS, he
began as follows, in an impassioned
! tone:
Miss Flarer, you see at your feet
| the chief of his house, the fourteenth
Lord Fanfare, who begs to place at
your disposition his hand, his title and
his heart Do-not-er-blight my
young life by a hasty refusal. You
want to be Lady Fanfare. Be Lady
| Fanfare--be Lady Fanfare Immediate
ly. Here is a special license, he said,
and he drew large envelope from his
pocket There is clergyman in my
| cab at the door; our nuptials can take
place at once. l am, as you are aware.
a wealthy man. Need 1 say mo-eF'
At first Miss FIarar vas taken aback
too much astonished and taken
aback to answer.
.YCu will have your joke, she said.
Il assure you I'm perfectly ser1-
| ous," said Lord Fanfare, rising to his
feet. Pray do not keep me longer in
suspense, my dear young lady"
80, Lord Fanfare, cried Miss
Flarer, Il feel as if | was going to
faint. You amt laughing at me?"
MADAM" replied Lord Fanfare,
with shudder, tits no laughing
matter, can assure you"
Then if you really do mean It,
though it is so very sudden, said the
lady, II think we'd better have him
I'D. But there'n have to be wit