Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-28

"a have the honor to introduce the real
Lord Harrowby"
gregation they proved, balancing balls
on their small heads, juggling flaming
Jumps of sugar from the captains
hand as they finished each feat.
Clever beasts, aren't they?" Lord
Harrowby remarked. And as Captain
Ponsonby took his final curtain his
lordship added:
"Er-what follows the trained
seals?'
The answer to Hurrowby's query
came almost Immediately, and a
startling answer it proved to be.
Into the glare of the footlights step
ped Mr.. Henry Trimmer. His manner
was that Of the conquering hero.
MY dear friends" he said, 81 appre-
ciate this reception. AS l said in my
handful of this afternoon, I am work
ing In the interests of justice The
gentleman who accompanies me to
your delightful little city is beyond any
by, the eldest son of the Earl Of Ray
brook, and as such he is entitled to
gall himself Lord Harrowby. l know
the American people well enough to
feel sure that when they reciize the
facts they will demand tSat justice be
done. That is why l have prevailed
upon Lord Harrowby to meet you here
In fhiO 90
and put his case before you. His lord
ship will talk to you for time with
a view to getting acquainted. He has
chosen for the subject of his discourse
The Old Days at Rakedale Hail. La
dies and gentlemen, have the honor
to Introduce the real Lord Harrowby." !"
out of the wings shuffied the lean
and gloomy Englishman whom Mr..
trimmer had snatched from the un-
known to cloud n certain wedding dav.
The applause burst forth. 1t shook the
building. From the gallery descended
a shrill penetrating whis le of acclaim
Mr.. Minot glanced Mt the face of the
girl beside him. She was looking
straight ahead, her cheeks bright red,
her eyes flashing with anger. Beyond
the face Of Harrowby loomed, frozen
terrible.
snail we-go?" Minot whispered.
by no means" the girl answered
we should only call attention TO our
presence here. 1 know at least fifty
people in this audience. We must see
it through"
And there in that crowded little
southern opera house on that hot Feb
ruary night the actor who followed
the trained seals proceeded to go back.
with unfaltering touch he sketchcd for
his audience the great stone country
seat called Rakedale Hall, where for
centuries the Harrowbys had dwelt.
lt was as though he took his audience
there to yisit-through the massiye
iron gates up the broad avenue bor-
dered with lines until the high Chin
neys, the pointed gables, the mullioned
windows and the walls half hidden by
Ivy, creeping roses and honeysuckles
were revealed to them. He took them
through the house to the servants
quarters-which he called 'the offices"
out into the kitchen gardens, thence
to the paved quadrangle of the sta
bles with its arched gateway and the
Ginning clock above. Tennis courts.
grape houses, Conservatives, they Wis
tied breathlessly. They saw over the
brow of the hill the low square tower
of the old church and the ehimneys of
the wears modest house, and far
away they beheld the trees that fur
nisbed cover to the little beasts 1t was
the Earl of Raybrook's pleasure to
hunt In the season.
Becoming more specific, he spoke of
the neighbors, and a bit of romance
crept in in the person of the fair hair
ed Hon. Edith Townshend, who lived
to the west of Rakedale Hall. He
described at length the picturesque per-
sonality of the tracing parson," neigh
bor on the south and In full accord
with the ideas of the sporting Earl of
Raybrook.
Next the speaker shifted his scene
to Eton, thrilled his hearers with the
story of his revolt against Oxford, of
his flight to the States, his wild days
in Arizona. And he pulled out of his
pocket letter written by the old Earl
Of Raybrook himself profanely expos
tulating with him for his madness and
begging that he return to ascend to the
earldom when the old man was no
more.
The real Lord Harrowby" finished