The suburban citizen., 1902-09-27
A MODERN LOVE TALE.
The Courtship of a Young Multi-Million
aire Facetiously Described.

The Courtship of Young Multi-AIillion.
aire Facetiously Described.
The young multi-mlllionaire sat in
his sumptuous office. At one elbow
was telephone. At the other was a
ticker. In front was system Of push
buttons. In a corner was a telegraph
operator In another was wireless
receiver.t By his side was his faith
ful Secretary.
"Now, Mr., Quickly" he said, "look
at the schedule, and tell me what /
am to do in the next thirty minutes"
"You are to get married, sir" said
Quickly.
%To whOm' tFA,
''That hasn't been decided"
"Ah, yes remember. have been so
busy that no selection has been made,
Very well. Now get Newport, Lenox,
Lower California, London, Paris, and
any other marriage mart, and find
girl five feet three, not over twenty
five, with real blonde hair, weight $50,
and father who is in the combine, If
possible. Robinson's list Of availables
may help you"
In ten minutes the private Secretary
made his report.
"Here are FIVE" he said.
His employer looked over the names.
"Goodw he exclaimed. "The market
appears to be strong. Try number
three. Bar Harbor, you say. Wait
minute"
He rang up Bar Harbor. In half a
minute he was talking with Mr.. Mil
ton, owner Of several States and Terri
tories.
'Is it all right, old ran?' he asked,
finally.
Certainly" was the reply. How
can l refuse anything to the man who
helped us at critical momeH to keep
up the price of bacon? Ethel is play
ing ping-pong."
The ardent suitor rang up the ping
pong table, and briefly stated his err
rand.
Two minutes were passed in expla-
nations.
Yes" was finally given.
Bishop Stumper was found at Rich
field Springs. The combination phono-
graph and telephone was opened up
for the ceremony. The bridegroom en-
ployed the slight delay to apologize to
Ethels partner For interrupting the
game. 1t was all right.
NNLa1rr n,,foI-1r, co I'll tIn 40
"tell 'em to get gait on, as In fourteen
minutes I've got to talk to the Presl-
dent of the Bean Trust"
The sonOrous voice Of the bishop was
heard over the wire. The responses
were firm and audible. The moment
approached for the ring. Ethers part
ner had volunteered to be best man.
How stupid Of me-" said the groom.
"Forgot that ring. Hold al the wires
while l get the Bar Harror jeweler.
All, here you are. I'm Bloomer, of the
Standard Air. Send a dozen wedding
rings up to Miss MlltoRs plng-pong
table, p. d. q. While you are about It,
lf you have any old m1ne diamonds, or
pigeon blood rubies, or a necklace
worth anything above hundred thou.
sand, send 'em along. Chase yourseIfl
All the worlds waiting"
Wedding rings and other trinkets
were on hand in ten minutes and the
ceremony proceeded.
In two minutes more 1t was COM
pleted.
"And now" said Bloomer. the groom,
to his Secretary, "shut off all the wires
but my wife's. and make a memo. to
send the bishop n couple of thousand
and some wine.-Ah, my dear, we are
alone, at last. Sorry to hurry you, but
business is business, IN try and come
on and see you in month or so. In
the meantime, pick out a few nice
houses to live In or anything you may
want and charge it to me. Hope J
didn't spoil your game. See you later
Au revoir."
Turning to his Secretary, he said:
"And now, Mr.. Quickly, we'll talk
with the President of the Bean Trust"
Tom Mason, in Life.