Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1905-05-11
"Oh! Mrs. Washfish;

Ou! MrS. WaSnuSn, An! 1eS.
There's a prospect! Eh?"
81 should think there was. She Just
adores the ground you put your patent
feathers on. You'll have to marrY her.
She's worth a million. Then you can
pay them acceptances. You must mar
~ her. "I'm afraid must. really am.
oh! lord. what will all the girls say?
Let me see. There's Laura, and Dora,
and Kitty, and-and Lena de Court
hose-and-"
''Never mind them. You can think
about them after you have hooked Mrs.
Washish.'
II want some ready money to go on
with, and the engagement shall be
precious long one. Mother. I'm too
young to marry" Algernon burst out
singing.
ooh! Do be sensible. Never mind
about your old fifth-rate music hall
songs You want some ready money?
How are you going to get it? And to
pay me?"
Algernon thought for moment, then
suddenly he said: ''I'll tell you. Hand
over those accoptanceS.
'Not me. What do you take me
for?"
Hand them over. Have you got
any blank ones in your pocket?"
Rather it's my business. What are
you up to now? You are so sharp l
don't know where am.
"I'll show you. Out with the blank
ones. Out with the fountain pen, and
ink your pretty little fingers. Go
ahead. Do what l tell you Write
what / tell you, and I'll sign. Fire
away.
Mr.. Abimelech did fire away at the
lightsome Algernon's dictation, while
interjecting as he did 50, ooh! say.
You do know something. You are
wonder. And connected with the mob
ility, too,' (for all the, world as if no
one connected with the nobility could
| be a wonder. or have any brains in
| his head).
"Got them all down, Bimmy?" Al
| gernon asked, after the bill discounter
had followed his suggestions. Every
one of them, eh?"
/. "All of them. One for five thousand
1 five hundred pounds, another for seven
thousand five hundred pounds, the 9TH
er for seven thousand pounds.
Right you are. Now let me sign
| them," which Algernon did, while Mr..
Abimelech groaned in admiration of
his young clients genius, "and there
you are. Now hand over my old ac-
ceptances, give me yours for ten thou
sand and then take me out to Carle-
ton and give me nice little luncheon.
See, Bimmy?"
! 81 think 1 begin to. Oh, lord. you
are wonder"
$50 you'll think when have explain
ed myself more fully after lunch. Come
on, we'll have cab."
About a week or so later Blanche
Washfish, widow, pasty faced, aetat
hfty-four, and stout, sat in her gorge
GUS saloons lthis is the only word pos
sible describing them) in FitzPlanta.
genet square, with look of sepulchral
solemnity, and gloom upon her face.
"He hasn't been here for ten whole
days, she was musing now, as she
laid down Fashions Hand Glass-the
last up-to, or down-to. date paper, ir
which she had been reading some in
teresting instructions as to making
Cruel for babies mot for ten whole
days. Oh! whatever has become o1
my handsome Algernon! Is it thoae
horrid chorus girls or that dreadful
'dansoose, or has he got locked up
He is SO wild. Or have his creditor:
got hold of him at last? He said the.
would soon. l think I'll take cal
and go and see his grandma, Lad,
Tiptoft. She spoke to me the othe
night and said it was very wet. S.
condescending! P'r'aps she woA,
let me into her house."
But at this moment gorgeou
fiunky entered the room. and advane
, ing with an air of gravity suitable t
an archbishop. held out gold salve