The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1901-05-03

rived at Kings Abbott, the train"
consisting Of one long-suffering maid,
one ditto man, one lapdog, and one
dilapidated canary.
"The canary always means three
months, does it not?" asked Eddie,
tragically, as the cortege swept up the
stairs.
Mildred burst into an understandable
laugh.
"Oh, what shall we do?" she gasped.
What is to become of us? A little
Of Lady Eagleton goes such a very long
way. Mr.. Blount"-to Roy, who had
walked over as usual, and who, having
seen the procession, was enjoying the
whole thing as much as any Of them
you will show me some method Of get
ting rid of her before Christmas time"
"And 1 will give you anything, If
you will just take her out and tie her
to a tree and deliberately Shoot her,"
said Eddie, gloomily.
Edward, how can you speak so dis
respectfully of your grand-aunt?" put
in Lady Caroline, reprovingly, walking
away, her face covered with smiles.
For a week everything had gone on
smoothly, or rather there had been no
actual outbreaks On the part of Lady
Eagleton, though smothered hints and
comments had been numerous. In a
covert am she inveighed against
actions, habits, ac~quaintances, and all
that came beneath her notice, but
carefully subdued any open demonstra-
tions Of disapproval until the day be-
fore Roy's departure, when she chose
to be particularly offensive.
Blount had come over rather earlier
than usual, it being his last day, and
he and Mabel had gone for a farewell
walk among the strawberries and
had loved to linger all through their
hurried courtship. AS he was not to
leave until a late train the following
day, he parted from her with the as
surance that he would, be down the
next morning.
oAlShtiy huo1Cu LII WuOlly hlloCl
able, Mabel entered the small drawing
room, where she found her mother,
Mildred, and Lady Eagleton assembled
How heated you look, child! What
have you been doing with yourselr?"
demanded the old lady, the moment
she came within her view.
walking" returned Mabel, shortly.
with that young man again, 1 pre-
sume?" grunted her grand-aunt, omin-
ously; whereupon Lady Caroline began
to look uneasy.
81 was walking with Mr.. Blount,"
said "the queen" defiantly. She was
sore at heart, and longing for SYM
pathy, so that the old woman's words
and name grated cruelty on her
overweight feelings.
II really think all decency and order
have gone from the world" went on
Lady Eagleton. Society nowadays is
widely different from what it once was.
Even common propriety is a thing of
the past. In my time a young woman
would scarcely be allowed, under any
circumstances, to walk alone with a
young man for hours together-certain-
ly not unless they were formally be-
trothed, having the consent of all par
ties concerned-and probably not even
then. l presume he has made you an
offer of marriage?"
Mildred rose, as if to interfere; but
Mabel spoke again.
People in your time must have been
very depraved people indeed, Aunt
Harriet" she said, with Unsurpassed
indignation, eff they could make mis-
chief out of a simple walk with ones
friend. At all events, / am very glad
1 live in the days l do; and, if you are
particularly anxious to know, I will
tell you that Mr.. Blount has not made
me an offer of marriage, as you call
it."
Her ladyship was triumphant.
Has he not?" she said. Then, if
l were you, my dear, 1 would have as
little more to say to him as possible.
Young men who d%illy-dally, and put
off the evil hour, as he appears to be
doing, seldom or never mean anything.
1 dare say he is only agreeably Will
ing away his time down here, and will
think no more of you once his back is
turned"
Mabel was choking with rag but
could think of nothing to say. Lady
Caroline, who sat a little behind her
aunt, put out her hand to her daughter
with a gesture of sympathetic affec-
ton, but she was nervously afraid of
this terrible old woman, and knew not
how to interfere effectually.
Young men now are not what
young men were," continued Lady
Eagleton, impressively, land I think
Mr.. Blount one of the worst specimens
l have yet seen. His manner are so
cool; and he is SO insolently self-pos-
sessed; and he has none of the we'll
bred dif1dence, the courtly elegance
that distinguished the men Of my gen.
Grafton. He is not half good enough
for you, my dear, ven were he in