The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1913-04-25

BY instinct Just when they were com
ing. Jumped to your feet. aimed your
gun, and brought them down with the
best shot I've seen In years
Dear me, you seem to be a very
intelligent man. remarked the chan
cellor. Are you one of the beaters7"
mo. lord, sell agricultural ma
chinery," answered the other My
name is Jones--Lionel Jones. And.
while I'm about it. l want to speak
about your ward. Elizabeth. We love
each other
But even Mr.. Jones was not proof
against the fear of double load Of
shot in his legs. AS the lord chancel-
Tor seized his weapon, he took fight
swiftly, leaving the old gentleman
hopping his forhead.
The lord chancellor was so upset
by this incident that he cut short his
visit. The return journey to London
! Is, as all know. very tedious one.
At Chester, just when the old gentle
man had fallen into doze, the guard
entered the compartment in which
he sat alone
Tickets, pleased" demanded that
functionary.
Eh?' stammered the lord chancel-
Tor. why. handed in my ticket at
Durham"
None of that talk!'' replied the
guard roughly. You'll pay or get
of the train
why, you. fellow, do you know who
am? | am Lord Masterton!" cried
the old gentleman Indignantly.
you don't say!" answered the
guard. We'll. my names Jones' 1
want to marry your ward. Come, lord,
excuse my little trick, and tell me
JUS why can't. We love each 9TH
err and"
"Help!" yelled the lord chancellor,
pulling the bell which communicated
with the engine-driver's cab. The
train slowed down. but before the
frightened trainmen could learn the
cause of this summons, Mr.. Jones, his
hat and coat slowed away in his suit
case, was seated in his own compart-
ment, typical tourist. reading the
Daily Mail.
On arriving at his detination, Lord
Masterton sent telegram to his
ward, summoning her to his house. On
her arrival he cross-questioned her
with some shrewdness and, discover
ing everything except the marriage,
he promptly packed her off to fin
ishing school in Paris.
The lord chancellor's word is law,
and there was no escape, but before
departing, she contrived to have mo-
ment's interview with Jones.
you 60 honey" he said, hastily
placing himself in contempt again.
Before Christmas wen be sitting
down to the old gentleman's table, as
thick as three peas together
Mrs. Jones, having implicit conf
dence in her husband, obeyed him.
And this brings US to the last scene
of tho drama.
Scene: The house of lords in au-
tumr session. Occasion: The vote
upon the enactment of the trampsi
seding act If this measure is re
| jected, it means dissolution of par
lament, with the possibility of the
governments defeat.
Lord Masterton, slumbering peace
fully upon the woolsack. presided over
the decorous debate. Lord Winter
bury was upon his feet, urging the re-
| lection of the measure.
'.As / was saying, and as repeat,
1 my lord" he said, addressing the un-
! conscious form upon the woolsack,
this act means ruin to our farmer.
destruction to our industries, and the
| degradation, of our country from
first-class power to poverty-strick-
en- waste. u"
Sit down!" exclaimed a strident
voice from the woolsack.
The lord chancellor, hearing these
words, issued apparently from his own
lips, opened his eyes and gazed upon
the startled lords.
II beg your pardon, my lord" re-
piled the lord chancellor blandly. and
turned little in his seat to ease his
position. And then, to his horror, q
voice Kissed in his ear
Keep quiet, as you value your rep
utation. My name is Jones. l want
to marry your ward. May II"
The lord chancellor sprang to his,
feet, and instantly the debate ceased
automatically. The leader Of the op-
position came hurrying up. anxiety
upon his face.
Your. lordship is not feeling web
today?" he asked solicitously.
"Oh, very well." replied Lord Mas
terton,' sinking back. and the debate
| proceeded.
Don't try that again." Kissed the
voice in his ear. i've got your
voice down pat, and can make you
say anything choose. can have
you put into sanitarium with half
a dozen words. Do you get that, lord?
Now, may marry Elizabeth"
Where are your" groaned Lord
| Maoforfnu Yndor hia hroafh