Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-01-05

In to breakfast. little late because OF
wrestle I had had with different
and even more exciting kind Of bath.
II wasn't" said |. on the defensive.
though couldn't be perfectly sure
what connection. II any. interviewing
had with the customs. "You told me
not to declare anything. and ! didn't"
Mr.. Parker. looking as If be had
been melted, poured into his clothes
and then cooled of with iced water.
burst out laughing.
You're daisy. Lady Betty" said
he.
"Is 1t invidious to be a daisy" !
asked
81 guess | must look In, the diction-
ary for fnvidious, but a daisy's a
flower that has budded in the green
fields of England. where there aren't
any newspaper reporters or other
strange bugs"
"Potter!" exclaimed Mrs. Ess Kay
don't tease her. and when you've been
in the green fields of England you'll
say Insects, not-er-what you did say.
II you don't want ladies to faint ali
around you on the floor" Then she
turned to me. He means you're very
innocent, because you don't know what
| It IS to be interviewed. But you must
have been 1t, all the same. for see here.
In this dreadful Flashlight." And she
handed me newspaper. with one
page folded over and huge headings
dotted about ut the top of paragraphs.
| like the lines Of big print that oculists
keep TO make you try your eyesight.
| In the middle column saw my name.
but couldn't believe 1t was really
there, IN an American paper. ! began
| to think I wasn't awake yet, and that
| this must be part of the dream ] was
dreaming all yesterday.
"BONNY- Y-BETTY-BULKE
read out aloud. "a Dukes Daughter
on the Dock. Call Her by Her Front
Name, Please. What Lady Betty
Thinks Of Our Boys"
There was more. but when I had got
SO far, l simply gasped.
"How dare theyf"
"There isn't much they don't dare.
except to 60 back without a story, !"
said Mr.. Parker. laughing. But ]
didn't laugh. was too angry.
"If my brother were here. he'd Kill
them" said.
''rhen he hasn't got sense Of hui
NOR" replied Mr.. Parker. 81 don't see
how duke could have and be IL duke
nowadays, but gliess wouldn't mind
swopping my sense Of humor for
dukedom. all the same. See here,
Lady Betty. you'll get to Ike our
newspapers before you've been over
here Il month. They sort OF grow on
you They're US interesting as novels,
and almost as true to life"
This isn't true to my life, anyway"
| said, not knowing whether wanted
most to laugh or cry. "Oh. Sally. Sally
Woodburn. will anybody believe l said
such things as these?"
Give the Flashlight to me and let
me look" she said. And when she'd
taken the paper, she began to read the
stun that came under the big headings
out aloud In her pretty. soft voice:
Yesterday was blazer. but though
It was hot enough on the docks to
roast a coon when the Big Willie
steamed in that beautiful young visitor
to our shores. Lady Betty Bulkeley.
managed to look like the dukes daugh'
ter and dukes sister she Is and, so
far as q mere man could tell. without
the help Of patent hair curriers' or 9th
er artificial aids to personal pulchri-
tude.
"a daughter Of the gods. divinely
tall and most divinely fair. she sat
on throne of ducal luggage looking
Queenly in an elegant white shirt
waist built mostly of holes and emf
nently suited to her style Of beauty
as we'll us the weather. She also had
on q picture hat. which was supertiu-
GUS, as she would have been picture
without It, and below the waist she
was tailor made"
81 think it's most insulting!" broke
in. "And l was. made at home. all the
way down."
But Sally went on: II soon found
writes the representative Of the
Flashlight, that the sister of the Duke
Of Stanforth. one Of Britain's eligibles.
preferred to be addressed by her front
name of Lady Betty. 1 feel more at
home,' said she, with q sweet voice.
but q pronounced English accent.
when am called Lady Betty. And !
! want to feel at home In America be.