The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-07-16

IVES wild to meet you," bub-
e. bled young Mrs Winston.
Nancy elevated her chin
u IA slightly, and looked volumes
of Indifference.
English, you said?'
YES" replied the matron, rapturously.
''And titled?"
..Oh. yes. OF course, he's only a baro-
net but it's a very good old family"
IT don't care to meet him."
Nancy's tone was conclusive.
Mrs. Winston gasped.
'Why, Nancy? Refuse to meet a new
MANI"
my dear, I've borne much at the
hands of my married friends, I've helped
them entertain cowboys and Indians and
anarchists and poets and Bostonians.
Whenever there has been a San Juan to
storm I've been called in and have led
the charge. But I must draw the line
somewhere. In England I will do as the
English do. I will fiirt with Englishmen
because there are no other men avail
able-and incidentally. because the Eng
lsh girls don't like it, but, in land
literally flowing with masculine milk and
honey, to deliberately devote an evening
to an Englishman? Never!"
but my dear. he's perfectly lovely"
Elizabeth. know that you've already
married me to the baronet have been in
vited to visit at the castle (has he e
castleD, and are having tea on the ter
race, beyond the yew walk. But. my
dear, you've got to tumble your luggage
GU of that ink guestchamber and give
UP your Hunt ball. I know those English
men. I've spent two summers over there
I've secured the country for the brilliant
fascinating Englishmen Of the novels, and
the Englishwomen with French clothes
and morals. I didn't find either. The
Englishman makes love badly. and the
Englishwoman dresses badly. Neither can
be saved. I won't meet your lion. I'm
positive he couldn't roar"
but, Nancy, I promised him."
'"rhe moral of that Is. don't count your
Anglomania before it is hatched''
Nancy, there are times when-welI,
my dear. when you are actually a wee
bit vulgar"
81 should hope so,' said Nancy cheer
fully.
The bell rang violently. The cook ap-
peared at the library door, looking like q
large wine jelly in imminent danger of
collapse.
"Shure It's a letther the bye's afther
bringin," she explained.
Mrs. Winston took the letter and opened
It, Horror wrote itself upon every line of
her pretty face, and her fluffy pompa-
dour visibly rose.
TITS from John. He's bringing him to-
night"
'"rhe baronct?"
Eyes"
Wcli, lidtS SOOu. IL 1 were you J. q
want to have 1T over"
But Mary has gone. I've no maid Oh,
what an idiot John ISL
Cant Nora cook and serve too?"
"Serve?" Mrs. Winston's voice ex-
pressed the scorn of scorns Serve!
Look at her. She'd fill the dinng-room
and ooze out at the windows There'd be
no room for US. She'd stick between the
chairs and the wall She never had on a
pair Of corsets in her life. She can't breathe
with her sleeves rolled down. She'd drop
everything che touched She doesn't know
c'arafe from q giraffe She wheezes like
a grampus. Wouldn't she be a treat to a
man who Is used to funkies behind all
the chairs?"
.'She would agreed Nancy fervently
''No; I'll have to go and get somebody
But there's no time. Oh, If had Johr
here! My dear, don't ever marry. Ever
the best men are absolutely devoid of con-
sideration for their wives. Thank HEAVIER
the dinner Is all right. ordered what
knew you'd like. I'll change the wines
There's never any use wasting good wine
on a woman. But the maid! Oh, Nancy
what shall do?"
The woman who was to entertain live
baronet fell back among the sofas pill.
lows and groaned aloud.