The evening times., 1895-09-16

herself q husband, not a iOrelSn eXouc,
but a substantial American, with family,
position ard brains. She at last made
selection, but the man of her choice would
not be bought. and SO she sat about winning
him.
Her first discovery was that Mr. Livings-
tou-we will call him Livingston, because
that is not at all like his name-that Mr..
Livingston liked sweet girls, home girls,
girls who are devoted to their parents.
81 will never marry women" he said,
i'm the early days of their acquaintance.
..who is not a dutiful daughter" And
no Miss Plutus has literally overwhelmed
her father and mother with attention,
much to the confusion OF the worthy couple.
who are at a loss to account for this last
freak of their only child. Mr.. Livingston
was completely captured, and Angelina
Plutus was the sweetest woman in the world
to him.
One afternoon last week he went up to
the house to tell her so. 1t was cool day.
and the ardent lover did not mind so much
waiting half an hour, but when the little
gilt clock on the mantle told him he had
been there three-quarters OF an hour, ne
began to be u bit impatient.
n Iull uOuI PdssSu otipiS the % NNNt
est woman On earth came smiling into the
room. "I'm so sorry" she said, II know
you must bc cross, but dear papa has been
SO very ill"-and the mouth Of the greatest
woman ON earth took on pathetic droop-
and for a whole week he has not slept ex-
cept under the influence of opiates. Just
as YOU came in he fell asleep ON my arm. 1
did not dare stir for fear of waking him,
and SO waited until he was sound asleep
and could put his head ON the pillow with
out arousing him. / have this moment
accomplished this diplomatic move, and
here l am.
OF course, Mr.. Livingston saw halo
around her head and was about to tell her
go, when q latch key ratified in the lock. the
door was thrown open, and papa, poor sick
papa, entered. '.well, daughter" he said,
after greeting Mr.. Livingston, I'm sorry l
could not take lunch With you and ma, but
I've got a man on the string, who is talking
about buying my sheep ranch out in Dakota,
and BILE W him OFF to ochampagne atthe club"
1t is recorded that when papa went out of
the room the sw eetest woman on earth CON
tinued the conversation as If nothing had
happened, but Mr. Living ston fled at the first
anu nAifc iutNs AG NV ch NuN
warpath for another STEADY mash"
Somebody on the steps had recently re-
cciyed a ietter q from Tom Reed
there are some nsen who will always be
called by their abhrey!ated names, and TON
Reed is one of them. This rotund Republi-
can is rusticatIng in the resinous woods OF
Maine, happy in flannel SHIRT, tennis
shoes and a yoluminous belt
The recipient of this letter told me some
thing / never knew before, that Mr.. Reed
was destined for the church. He was poor
lad, and a church society, there in his ma
tive Portland, captiyated by his smartness-
as the Yankees have it-sent him to Bow
doin under the condition that he become a
minister.
The idea pleased him nightly at first, but
before the end of his sophomore year he
came to the conclusion he was not cut out
for the cloth, and wrote to his benefactors to
that effect. They decided, however. to al
low him to finish his course, which he did
with credi. and honor, but he subsequently
repaid, W ith interest. the sum advanced.
Mrs. Pedigree went to a dinner in New
pttt ldst "ech BNSh W suC AOiSiSi oAie-S "a
one of the plutocrate. She is dear, charm
ing thing. this young woman, from beyond
the seas. and has two ambitions-to speak
English well and to be popular with her nus
bands relatives. On the evening in ques-
tion her husbands cousin, young social
swell Of high degree, sat opposite her. He
was the life of the whole party, full of fun
and 1oIlity.
In a lull In the conversation, the bride
leaned across the table and said archly:
cousin George, why is 1t you such bore
are!" 1t was not until she returned home
and the husband explaiRed to her the differ
ence betw cen bore and beauthat she under
stood the ominous silence that followed her
remark to Cousin George.
A young woman fresh from visit to
California, who sat on the top steps. said
at the next pause in conversation, II have
seen Lady ShOlto Douglass" mo: Tell
US about her," cried everybody at once.
"Well, she sang at a great theater where
they charge no admission fee. but where you
are expected to pay for your entertainment
by ordering drinks. OF course, Mrs. Gold
Mine would not hear Of my going, but 1
was determined to see the woman who may
one day be the Marchioness of Queens
bury.
$50 armed myself with a chaperone-a
dear old French lady, who is amiability
itseif-and young man, and we went, we
sat way in the back of box near the
stage, and felt very wicked, and just bit
excited over tue novelty OF the thing.
Fancy our chagrin when we found that Lady
Sholto Douglass was the seventeenth on
the programme. Evidently the piece de
resistance had been reserved until the last
SO that the bar receipts might be larger.
But we waited, and drank countless sweet
and weak lemonades.
ut was quite .12 O'Clock when Lady
Sholto was announced. She came tripping
on the stage, a slim slip of girl, dressed
in tawdry red satin gown, trimmed with
git braid and brass buttons. >In a weak.
little voice, Just the voice you would ex-
pect to hear from such a slender, little
throat. she sang song. the refrain Of
which was oh! listen to the BELLS the fire
bells She had to sing it twice. and then
there was a grand. transformation scene.
'SomelIOw, the red, satin gown slipped
off. and her ladyship appeared in blue
satin frOck, this time trimmed with silver.
She danced a funny little jig. at which
the house grew uproarously enthusiastic,
and applauded vocferously. Her lady
ship very good naturedly danced again,
and was still dancing when we came away.
1t was all very amusing. and l tried TO
imagine how the painted little creature
would look, dressed in court toggery, kiss
ing the hand of the Queen-but after all.
this world is SO queer. and She make
his lordship very good wife,
'swell, She sang at great therter where
And SO we finished our lemonade a.a
went home. That night I dreamed that
Tom Reed and Lady Sholto Douglass rode