Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1901-05-10

ing notions. | simply said. not ex-
GLIDING crowned heads, this Mr. Carp.
maker Is probably, In his financial as
pect, the greatest match in the world.
That Is not the reason why l. have
asked him here. wish to be civil to
him, aa a stranger in our midst, and
no more
mo one could realize what I suffer-
ed during that week. 1t was appalling.
The mems feeling towards him, from
the very first, was intensely bitter. I
trembled lest there should be some
frightful fracas. Maybury said, God
knows, Harriet I'm not snob. l
could dine in comfort with a decent
bus conductor, but BERTHE Bash
ford, my nephew, said, 'Aurt Harriet,
iginal, like all Americans. Do make
broken, do not sit me down to play
Bridge with him again, and he swore
to me in the music saloon. l said. DO
not be so violent He Is fresh and or
iginal, lick all Americans. Do make
allowances. Does he not understand
the gamer Did the Heather
Chinee"?' said BERTHE.
"In his way he paid marked atten-
ton to Jane, but his way was too
fearful. I'll tell you how Lady Jane
strikes me- he said, "A peach. That's
what your youngest daughter ISL
Horrible! Countess he would say at
breakfast, can you let me have some
light gig and a trotter. It's fine
morning. I'd just like to give Lady
Jane a spin down country somewhere
Then, II looked blank, he'd begin to
apologize. The moment one checked
him, he apologized and would not
stop-before a room full Of people.
Say, now, IL I've said anything wrong,
just impute 1t to ignorance. On our
side the lads and lasses just romp to-
gether, day through. Our girls don't
need a care-taker, and we know 1t. I
should have thought there were no
flies on Lady Jane. But I've wounded
your susceptibilities. I'm just sorry.
Can't say any more
1T was agony to me. But what
could do? Jane was fiattered; you
know what girls are. | hate this
Bridge-what 1t cost me, in hard cash!
They were only for sixpense, they
said-I gave Jane pounds and pounds
from my own purse. and she was al
ways coming for more. know the
men thought he cheated. He talked
all the time. I stood by. the last
evening, and watched. Look here,
said BERTHE. quite brutally, glarlng al
him, this isn't poker
"'POker.' he shouted; bright idea!
and he made them change to poker;
would have it. Lady Jane he cried.
you and I'll go partners. Sit alongside
me. Get away closer; don't be shy.
Well wait till there's nice. tidy lit
tie pot, and then we'll pull 1t down.
Well just blow them all out-so soft
that they won't know where the winds
coming FROM And he did. do not
understand the game; but there was
pile of gold and notes In front of him
everybody's money. kept tapping
Jane on her shoulder with nay fan.
Her face was on fire and her eyes
blazing. 1t is dreadful thing, gam
ing. The men were furious. lost all
control of themselves. not liking to be
beat. And when he laid his cards on
the table, after blowing them out as
he called it, with nothing, really moth
ing. BERTHE positively foamed at the
mouth. You know his father died OF
an apoplectic fit at Newmarket. My
knees shook as went to bed that
night.
HE always clamored for his mail;
but next morning sat frowning over
his letters, without uttering. and was
gone before IL o'clock. That same af-
ternoon received a letter from Mr..
Green by special messenger. The man
was an impostOr-an impersonator,
you know. They are always doing 1t
on the other side. 1t appeared his
name really was Carpmaker. but not
the right one. so the police could not
touch him. l wished that man i'm
prisoned, and l would have gone into
a court of law to punish him for what
he made me suffer and for the tears
Jane shed. And, can you believe 1t?
Lucy Granchester knew 1t all the time.
Half an hour after l left the house,
Mr.. Greene received warning cable
and ran round to tell her how the En-
bassy had been spoofed. as he called It,
shouting, Don't pay, my boy said.
He was just low-down, vulgar Amer
ican-a typical tough. And she saw
my party in the papers and never
raised finger; as she said to Mr.
Green-left me to stew in my own
gravy. Those were her very words
Nice refined language for a grande
dame!"
w. B. MAXWELL.