The record-union., 1898-04-10

fsyinpathv. But she also gave him
some sound advice. and that was to
temporize-to soften his fathers heart
by going to the business, if only for
a little while. Perhaps. seeing how
much his father had built on his only
son carrying Cn the sweet reputation,
it was unreasonable to expect him to
resign all hope at once. So timothy
agreed to go and try and conciliate his
male parent by appearing to try to like
Icocoanut cream and cough candy, and
on the following morning at O'Clock
he went off in the brougham, and was
duly Initiated into the mysteries of the
manufacture of Cults metropolitan
Mixture and the other delicious special
ties of the firm.
But it was a hopeless failure from the
first. Cults junior took an instant dis
like to the commercial surroundings.
He struggled manfully for a week to
betray a little interest in the practical
part of the business, and he made wild
effort to bring his intellect down to the
level of the office work, but any one
with half an eye could have seen that
he would never be at home either in
the factory or the counting house, and
ECutts senior having two eyes, and both
good ones, fully recognized the situation
before his son had been week in the
borough.
And all that time the influence of
Mrs. Cults had been brought to bear
upon his feelings as a father and a nus
band. Quietly and patiently the good
little woman had pleaded her boys
cause She had played her cards 50
cleverly, she had argued her points SO
lskillfulIy, that gradually Mr.. Cults be-
gan to think that after all it was pos
sibe that a brilliant career on the stage
might be open to his son and heir.
Mrs Cuts took in the society jour-
nails, and one day she triumphantly laid
a copy of the World" before her hus-
band
Read that paragraph, my dear" she
said, as she pointed with her plump,
matronly finger to the portion of the
paper she wished her lord and master
to read, mark, learn and inwardly di-
gest"
Mr.. Cults put on his spectacles and
read how Mr.. Irving, Mr.. Bancroft Mr..
Hare and Mr.. Toole had been the hon
ored guests of His Royal Highness the
Prince of Wales at Marlborough House
on the previous Sunday evening.
What do you think of that. my dear?'
exclaimed Mrs. Cults. After all, you
know, the stage is an honorable profess
sion, and Mr.. Toole is a low comedian.
If one low comedian is the guest Of the
Prince of Wales at Marlborough House.
why should not another be-"
You mean our boy?
"Of course l mean our boy, my dear.
You must acknowledge that the Prince
couldn't give private dinner parties to
sweet stuff manufacturers"
That's true. Up to the present
I have not found the excellence of my
cocoanut cream induce royalty to place
me on it's visiting list"
But the excellence of Mr.. Toole's low
comedy has taken him to Marlborough
House"
Evidently"
And 1 believe the Queen herself has
presented Mr.. John Hare with scarf
PIN
I've heard So"
''Well, then my dear it is certain that
the stage leads to dinners at Marlbor-
ough House. and presents from the
Queen Now sweets will never do that.
You've never4ev been able to obtain
the royal patronage for your Metropoli-
tan MiXture."te
That's true / sent her majesty a
pound packet, and Sir Henry Ponsonby
wrote back and said that her majesty
was compelled to make it a rule not
to accept presents from persons un-
known to. her.
Quite So Now just be sensible,
Timothy, dear. Wouldn't it be a proud
moment for you if you read in the
Court Circular that our boy had dined
with the Prince of Wales, or had been
Il presented with a scarfpin by the
Queen2'@ r1o4f ~ta s-
well, if you put 1t that way, my
dear, / think it would"
"Of course it would. Then, as he
can't get into royal society as a sweet
stuff manufacturer, why not let him go
as low COMEDIAN?
Mr.. Cults, Sr., was slightly taken
aback by his wife's arguments. He was
obliged to confess that there was force
in them but he said he would think
the matter over.
He did think it over, and that night
it was so much on his mind that he
dreamt he saw his son walking arm
in-arm with the Prince down Piccadilly,
wearing a magnificent scarfpin present
ed to him by his gracious sovereign
Queen Victoria
The next morning he called his son
to him. 1t was Sunday, so the broug-
ham was not waiting at the door
Tim old chap" he said, II want to
do my duty to you as a father. It's
evident you're no good at the sweet
stuff business and you never will be.
no CT; RI
Yes, father" exclaimed the young
man. rapturously, It's the dream of
my life"
Then go, my boy, and God bless you,
but don't get proud and forget your
old father. And when you dine with
the Prince Of Wales, if you could in
duce him to accept box of our best
!. chocolates for the Princess it would be
fine thing for the business"
do you mean. father. that you will
let me be low comedian?"
"Yes and I'll help you all can. I'm
rich, and what I've got will be yours
some day, so you shall have the benefit
of capital in your new career You
must have the best part that's to be
had. Tom. and in the best theater, and
if you can't get it, why hang it all.
I'm take a theater for you and pay one
of them writer chaps to write you a
jolly good play all to yourself. What
do you say?
II say you're a brick. guv- eX-
claimed the young man almost beside
himself with joy. Then the family
embraced all round. and Mrs. Cults
wept tears Of joy, and then they had
a little family council as to what was