The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-18
BY HON. GEORGE W. PECK.

Df HON. GEORGE w. PECK.
 (Ex- x-Governor of wiscinsin, formerly
 publisher of "Peck's Sun," author
 of "Peck's Bad Boy" etc.)
 Copyright, 1904. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
 London, Hengland.-Dear Uucle Ez- ra: The worst is over. and dad and have both touched, king. Not the way you think, touching king for . nand-out. or borrowing hts loose change. the way you used to toucn dad when you had to pay for your goods. put just taking mold of his nand, and shaking it in good old Unit ed States fashion.
 The American minister arranged 1t for us. He cold somebody that Peck's Bad Boy and ms dad were in town. and see how he averaged up wltn united States politicians, and the klng set an hour for us to call.
 Wei, you'd a dlde to see cad fix up. Everybody said, when we showed our card at the hotel. notifying us that we were expected at Marlboro House at such a time, that we would DO expSGtsd to put on plenty of dog. That is what an American from Kala- mazoo, who sells breakfast food, said, and the hotel people said we would be obliged to wear knee brooches, and dancing pumps. and silk socks. and all that kind Of rot, and meh's furn- ishers began to call upon us to take our measure for clothes. but when they told us how much 1t would cost, dad kicked. He said he had a golf suit he had made in Oshkosh at the time of the tournament, that everyone in Oshkosh said was out of sight, and was good enough for any king, and so he rigged up in 1t, and I hired a suit at a masquerade place, and dad hired a coat, kind of eed, to go with his golf pants, and socks, and he wore canvas tennis shoes. I looked like 8. picture out of a fourteenth century book, but dad looked like a clown in circus. One of dads calves made him look as though he had a milk leg, cause the padding would not stay around where the calf ought to be, but worked around toward his shin. We went to Marlboro House in a han som cab. and all the way there the driver kept looking down from the hurricane deck, through the, seuttle hole to see if we were there yet, and he must have talked with other cab drivers in sign language about us, for every driver kept along with us. looked at us anl laughed, as though We were wild west show.
 On the way to the kings residence 1t was all I could do to keep dad braced up to go through the ordeal. He was brave enough before We got the invi- tation, and told what he was going to say to the king. and you wold think he wasn't afraid of anybody, but when We got nearer to the house, and dad thought of going up to the throne, and seeing king in all his glory, sur rounded by his hundreds of lords and dukes and things, crown on his head, and an. ermine cloak trimmed with red velvet, and a six-quart milk pan full of diamonds. some of them as big as chunk of alum, dad weakened, and wanted to give the whole thing up and go to a matinee, but wouldn't have 1t, and told him if he diJn't get into the king row now that I would shake him right there in London and start in business as Claude Duval | highwayman and hold up stage coach- es. and be hung on Tyburn Tree, as I | used to read about in my history of | SixteeD- String Jack and other En- glish highwaymen. Dad didn't want to see the family disgraced, so Ne let the cab man drive on, but he said if | we got out of this visit to royalty alive, 1t was the last tommyrot he would indulge me in.
 i We'll old man, it is like having an | operation for appendicitis, you feel better when you come out from under | the influence of the chloroform, and the 1octor shows you what they took out of you. and you feel that you are
 going to live, unless you grow another
 vermiform appendix. We were driven
 into a sort of Central park, and up to