The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-08-26

-IndeedI" -
-Jh. come, now" cried Afouzo. SLAP
/ ping his friend On the shoulder, cts all
only . little scheme on Eric's part to
haze me 60 over and hOb-nOb with him
in SaItravi."
And so he bats his invitation with
! the prospect of meeting king"
oh poor, dear EricI Not at all
don't doubt he's aware that I've met
several" Here Alcnzo began TO count
with one hand on the outspread fingers
OF the other. They've all been 50 nice
to me, too Let me think, First, there
was the prince, in Londoas year before
last But no, he isn't king, is hep"
oh, he'll pass for one ] rememDer,
you saw him lot Of times"
Through Daisy BostwicIr. you know.
She and I were such tremendous cAuns
before she married"
DAISY Bostvviclz," smiled Lexington,
that's American, 1 suppose, for the
Tnarchioness of Efiddlesex."
Yes, I've played more than one game
OF poker at the AiiddlescXez in eros
venor Square with H. r. H. Then
there was Umberto at Rome OF course
he was nice to nc, because he and the
queen both adore Bessie Southgate,
who used TO go to school with my sis
ter Kitty, and is now Princess
Carriole; and Bessie was simply sweet
to US the minute she heard we were in
Rome. And-lct me think: haven't 7
any more royalties to brag about2
Yes, there was the king Of Servia,
whom / took supper with IN Paris, year
before last, and oh, I'd forgotten-I
was presented in Berlin, the same yeag
at q great bail somewhere, to the cut
Pcror OF Ger But no; he wasn't em
Peror, then; he was only crown prince
SO my list is a pretty small one, ate
all, isn't it?'
ITS large enough for you to SNAP
your fingers at minor POtentate like
the king OF Saltravia- BY the way,
Lonz, your people Will soon be arriving.
Why don't you dress?"
''Dress?" cried Alonzo, lifting both
hands and yvhirling himself round
while he surveyed his attire. isn't
this good enough, in the name Of com
mon sense?"
In the nu1ne of decency," replied
Lexington, lit isn't a velvetsen sack
coat and a big tempestuOus-lOolring
necztie Of bricz-dust red sikh 1t won't
do at all. You've lots of swagger after
noon things. Ring for your man, and
make him put You into one of your new
London suits It's positively shameful
that you should go downstairs in those
bohemian toys. Your sister, Mrs Van
SantvOOrd, viii be furious"
"Oh, Kitty's always grumbling at
me I don't mind her"
But TINS IS the ur6G nome enter tam
ment you've given to Miss Kennairdi'
True" said Alonzo, while his rat
Ting manner seemed to soften. But,
my dear PHIL he suddenly resumed,
throwing back his head and making
Eighty gestures with both hands, III
there's one thing that dear kathleen of
mine likes about me, it's to have me be
myself. True, she's conventional
enough; but all, when think of that
adorable girl she reconciles me to all
the sham and trash of the life we live
and the way we live it!'
Lexington furtively gnawed his lip.
He had his own secret cynical ideas
about the sincerity of this new sweet
heart whom his young millionaire
friend had chosen.
''Oh, well, 3" he returned, rather grimly,
If You want to defy convention ii
doesn't matter. You're so popular that
you can. Nobody minds. They all &C
cePt you and like you the better for
being yourself, since it's yourself they're
SO fond Of"
s'Fondr' echoed Alonzo, and with so
harshly unwonted a ring in his voice
that it made his hcarer start and stare.
He let his flexible frame sink down on
the broad arm Of an easy-chair near
which he had been standing, and his
tawny eyes had never shone with strong
er seriousness than while he now cOntin-
ued TO speak:
You good, l-ind-hcarted Phil Don't
you sec that my popularity Is the morcst
myth? When l do bold or queer things
it isn't whom they laugh at and make
believe that they think funny; it's
fellow with a few thousand a year that
he squuuders on their amusement. Let
fate strip me of those, Phil, and they'd
think me as ordinary as their morning
bath. I don't want to be cyuic, and if
did there are some few things that
would save me from it. You're one of
them"
sl?-
Yes, you ring right, somehow-at
least to my ears you do"
Thanks
And then there's Kathleen. All, she
. rings right! She's like a perpetual
chime Of silver bells"
Which you Will soon turn into we'd
! ding bells.''
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