Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1899-05-25
THE MATCHMAKING
OF AUNT PRUE.
Telegram for you, sir"

Telegram for you, sir!'
Bother the telegramsl Can't you
see I'm busy arranging these roses,
james,"
BEG pardon. sir. Thought it might
be important, sir"
Read it, them
Eyes, SIR" The paper rustled and
snapped. ut says, sir, Handed in at
the Wayland Post"
"Wayland Here, give it to me-"
II thought it must be important,
SIR"
james, III ring when | want YOU
James bowed and made his exit,
while l sank into gaping armchair
to read the telegram:
II request you to meet me at st.
Pancras at 1880. ANGELA"
1t is a good thing for both OF us
that my Cousin Angela does not fire.
quently come up to town, for then
she doesn't so often collapse with ex'
citement and ! don't so often suffer
from fatigue. Never mind, this is a
lovely day, and with such companion
as Angela, too. She is sure to appear
in some wonderful summer costume
Just arrived from Redfern's, and then
again, it is Saturday, and she won't
be able to drag pe along Regent
street, where it is continual lodging
about just to get glimpse of rows Of
hats stuck on brass rods. The shops
will be shut, and ] prefer the park
to millinery. The park with Angola!
/ must not disappoint her.
James, James,"
Eyes, sir"
"You will get my best silk ironed,
and 60 along to Walker & Todd to
see whether that frock coat is ready
Eyes, sir"
"And, James, you will see to things,
There will be company here"
AT quarter past one was at st.
Pancras; at quarter Of two the Bed
ford train steamed in.
Jack, are you looking for me
among the baggage? had to run
after your"
ut was Angela, laughing, as gay as
a butterfly on the wing. Angela is
bundle of nerves; but, oh, such pref
Nv opd daintu hundlai
How charming you are looking to-
day, Angela"
II am so glad you've come and are
going to be nice. OF course, you got
my telegram, Jack?"
WAS it telegram? 1t reads like a
police summons
Don't make unpleasant COMPARE
sens, Jack. The rural subpostmaster
hadn't got change for shilling, so
padded the telegram out and got my
moneys worth. Jack, you've got to
take me for a bus ride. | want the
front seat on top. adore London
buses"
How eytravagant your alteration
is"
Come along, Jack. ! like the look
of that green one, and there's no one
on it. The driver has got nice rosy
face, and the horses are gray ones.
There, now, Jack, | call that delight
full. Won't you buy up all the other
seats, so that we can run thel'bus the
whole journey as II it were our own?
You can give the conductor rest,
and let him come up and smoke one
of your choicest cigars on the back
seat"
Angela Angela! do take breath"
"Why, Jack, | haven't had chance
to say word since said goodbye to
Aunty Prue at Wayland. They made
me go first class, you know, because
of my frock. and there wasn't male
to talk to all the way. There was
Miss Smith, from the Elms, and her
friend. They always seem afraid of
me. Why is it, Jack?"
"Well, you know, Angela, other peo-
rlc like to talk sometimes, even if it
is in railway carriage"
Jack, that's the second time: now
please don't correct me any more. |
mean to have jolly afternoon.
Where are we going, Jack? Why
don't you tell me all the places and
all about them? What is the good of
cousin who lives in town if he
doesn't show you the sights? That's
why we have cousins, just so as we
shan't be bothered with those monot-
onous guide books. There's the name,
Russell Square?"
II confess my ignorance, but feel
no shame about il. How can you ex-
pect me to know? The only time |
ever visit it is when on my journey
to Wayland Hail."
] "Then ] excuse you. It's so seldom
you come to WayIand Hall that you
will have TO acknowledge your ignor-
arce of that very soon."
Indt IL very unklnu cut, ana
from you, Angela"
SIS it? Well, it does seem long ago.
Oh, look! The Holborn Restaurant!
Why can't we go down to Holborn,
Jack? Ask the coachman to take us
down to the city. am sure he will
/ If you ask him nicely. No. I'm not
going to move. The coachman must
have his own way for once. Where
are we now? don't like this so
much.
"Drury Lane
"Then Drury Lane is better in win
ter. The summer pantomine is not
nearly so pretty. Let us stop bit to
hear that barrel organ-French piano,
mean, Do ask him to stop a bit!