Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1903-03-18

last. Why, declare it's
the best idea you've had
IN that head Of yours for years. You
cannot imagine the enormous possibili-
ties which chance has thrown in our
way by your suggestion"
Eyes, I can," muttered Boulter, Ia
conically.
But, my dear, think Of it! Here
you are now, James Henry Boulter,
provision merchant and agent for i'm
ported eggs, at the age Of forty-fve,
worth thousands and thousands of
pounds, with daughter as nice-look-
ing as her"
Go on, stow 1t, missis," said Boulter,
irritatingly; you don't want ter dwell
so much on her fathers good looks"
mo, DEAR" replied the better half,
good-naturedly; when you comes out
with that big idea Of yours about ad-
vertising them coronation seats me
heart gives sort O futter like, and
says: 'Blowed If Boulter amt a ge-
MUS; he oughter be primmihairp
mot so much Of 1t, Martha. Let's
work the thing through again, seeing
as how for once you've given way to
my superior wisdom"
"As you say, my DEAR" he went on,
"here am I, James Henry Boulter,
with a large city business, a good
banking account, a marriageable
daughter, a weIl-established household
and a large place standing slap-bang
on the coronation route. Wouldn't 1t
be folly to throw away such a chance?
Why, this splendid view which we
command would be of little value were
1t not for the grand thought Of James
Henry, and it is simply this. We stick
a notice In all the big society and other
papers to the effect that James Henry
Boulter Esq, will ave great pleasure
In placing at the command Of a few
select gentlemen Of society seats at
his residence for viewing the corona
ton procession They'll come like a
flock O. bees"
oh, Lor', Boulter, didn't l say as
'ow you always was q geniusi'' ex- exs-
claimed Mrs. B., rapturously.
"Of course, I am, or 'ow do yer think
l could ave got tergether fine place
like this?" as his eyes Travelled rapidly
round the sumptuously-ap room.
You, see. Martha, that ad. will bring
a lot Of poor young lords and such like
with their friends down ere for the
coronation procession, and we'd be
poor hands at fixing matters up If we
couldn't make some arrangement be-
tween young aristocrat and our Bes-
Bic. Don't you grasp it,"
V Yes, Boulter, that do; but 1t nearly
took my breath away only to think
about it. Imagine our Bess the wife
OF real live Dock! Oh, Boulter, you're
marvelr
A few days later the agreed-upon
notice was inserted in the papers, and
although many said rude things. vet
Boulter was happy, especially as the
daring announcement had through its
attractiveness largely increased the de-
mand for bacon, sugar and eggs.
For some time Boulter anxiously
awaited the result of his plan, fully ex-
pectlng to be inundated by applications
Tor the free seats from many of the
upper ten," but as day succeeded day
and no news of an EarPs or a Dukes
proposed arrival came, despondent
look settled ON the provision mer-
chants face.
But at last one morning, to Boulters
unbounded joy and delight, he espied
among his voluminous correspondence
the distinguishing mark of a scion Of
some noble house. With trembling
hand he picked up the envelope,
glanced rapidly at the coronet on the
fap and hastily reached forward for
the aid of knife, but, unfortunately.
only succeeded in upsetting over his
trousers a cup of steaming coffee.
WELL" put in Mrs. Boulter sis that
what you think you ought to do when
you get letters from aristocrats?"
Boulter took no notice, but went on
with his unparliamentary calculations
till he started again to attack the all
important missive, while Miss Bessie
and Mrs. B. looked on with undIs.
guised happiness.
"Oh, ma, won't 1t be glorious? Fancy
my having that on my carriage" as
she pointed dramatically to the en-
blazoned paper.
Yes. it's only fancy at present"
growled Boulter, without looking up.
After some moments of breathless
silence, during which mother and
daughter eyed each other with glances
OF mingled apprehension and fear,
Boulter calmly folded the paper, put II
back in its envelope, and, forcing him.
self to steady ignorance of the mat.
ter, authorltatively called FOR more
coffee.
"What is the news?" inquired Mrs.
Boulter.
NhIu dear y ranliod Dnnltar axi.,.. 4, a.