Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1890-05-01

with one of those lapses back to his nat
ural individuality, not uncommon with
the average Anglo maniac.
"What?" cry Mrs. Bassett and Dora
in breath.
"Eh?" says Mr.. Bassett: what? Oh.
Well, l fancy it was the earl. He
| looked like an EngliShman. anyhow"
''Of course it was" says Mrs. Bassett;
who else could it be? And there is a
wife--there must be, of course, if there's
daughter"
Yes, 4 wife, daughter and son." re-
marks Dora: so George-our groom,
you knOw-says. l wish had Peer
age
Where is it? Lost it?" asks her
mother, anxiously.
NO. Forgot to pack it up
''Of all things to forget exclaimed
Mrs. Bassett; we're in pretty fix
now!
III telegraph up to London for one
at once" says Mr.. Bassett.
I'm not talking of the 'Peerage,"
replies Mrs. Bassett;s"I mean what are
we to do about these people not call
| ing?'
Give ball and invite them all"
suggests Hi.
1T does seem so unfair-such awful
| hard lines, after coming over here and
| taking a house and every thing"
| bemoans Dora; 1--WE might have done as
well if we'd stayed in New York
| Better" replies her mother: 1--WE
made Lord Emtihed's acquaintance
there. How unfortunate, too, that he is
away in Spain, travelling
''Who told you that?" asks Hi, with
| 4 suspicious smile.
| you know perfectly we'll papa was
told 50 when he went to call on him in
| London" says Dora, impatiently.
All know is, | saw his name in the
Morning Post the other day among the
guests staying at somebody's country
| house"
utterly impossible"' exclaims Mrs.
Bassett: hes in Italy-no, Spain"
iii tell you what" says Mr.. Bassett,
/ presently. with burst of enthusiasm,
why not take the bull by the horns
and call yourself? 1t will look as if you
were returning their call. Swells like
that forget who they've called upon, and
Will think it all right"
Not a bad idea asScnts Mrs. BasSett;
there's nothing like asserting your
self in this world. You never hear Of
the keep-backs anywhere. Yes. we'll
| call this very afternoon. Thank you,
my dear, for the suggestion"
Its very odd" remarks Mr.. Schuyler
| Van Wrinkle, that same afternoon, as he
and his wife and daughter are together
in the dra wing-room at Grassland Park,
awaiting the stroke of five for tea to be
brought in. He has been coming over
4 long shee of paper which he holds in
| his hand, and takes of his eyeglasses
as he looks up.
What is?" asks Mrs. Van Wrinkle.
why, that the BlennerhaSsetts
haven't called upon us"
do you mean the people who live at
| Oakden Manor?'
| Yes"
Haven't they called upon us? No, 1
| remember now, they have not They
are the only people, though
| Il can't at all make it out" goes on
Mr.. Van Wrinkle; every one else has
called. Why shouldn't they?'
| perhaps they have heard we are
| Americans" suggests Miss Julia
! That should be no reason" replies
| her father
There are some English people who
| don't like Americans, l know. Don't
you remember those people at Cannes
| last year, who refused to be introdu ced
to US, or, rather, refused to allow us to
be introduced to them? Nasty, hateful
| things
Mr.. Van Wrinkle winces both at the
uncomplimentary reminder and at the
| pronounced American in his daugh-
ter's concluding words.
Eyes, | remember them" he replies,
| loftily; but don't altogcth blame
/ them
why, papa?"
You forget the sort of Americans
they had constantly before them. my
dear Julia. Vulgar. purse proud, push
| ing people. They supposed us to be the
same, no doubt. I'm sorry they did not
! give us the opportunity of showing
! them the contrary" ne adds drawing
himself up.
But, my dear. haven't we carefully
! avoided letting our nationality be
! known? l thought you said we were
not u tell any one we were Americans"
says Mrs. Van Wrinkle.
| Certainly l said So" says Mr.. Van
| Wrinkle: after people got to know us
| thought would be time enough to tell
| them what we were
/ I'm sure I've told no one" urges Mrs.
| Van Wrinkle.
| Nor have l." adds Julia.
| Il feel confident that no one has
| found it out from me-" says Mr. Van
| Wrinkle, proudly
ut is certainly very strange" OBJ
serves Mrs. Van Wrinkle; the house
| agent told us they were the incest peo-
pie in the neighborhood, next of course
| to the Portcullis family"
| At the moment the rumble of car
| riage-wheels sounds on the gravel of the
| drive.
Perhaps it's the Blennerhassetts
! now" says Julia, rising quickly and go
| ing to one of the windows, as carriage
| drives past in the dim light without:
| yes, it's a brougham and pair with
| coachman and footman, with cockades
| in their hats. OF course it must be
| them. Talk of the ct crttrd, ct ctEtera."
| Il trust you have not instructed Wat
! llins to .sav not at home,'" says Mr..
| Van Wrinkle. as he pulls down his shirt
| cuffs and wipes some SpeckS of dust from
| his coat-sleeve; taking at the same time
glance at his scarf in the mirror over
the chimney piece. Il am most anx-
ious TO meet these people.
Before Mrs. Van Wrinkle can reply,
the door is thrown open and the buffers