Life — November 16, 1893 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ler MISS LYN TUFT-HUNTER in a@ magnificent while satin gown, cut low and en train, She ts very pale and very beautiful.) EVELY I have been ready some time, mamma, but I thought I would sit in my room as long as I could. Mrs, WATERSTOCK TUFT-HUNTER: Nonsense, my dear; you should have been down here where the electric lights can play upon those diamonds; don’t you know that ? EVELYN: Yes, mamm Mrs. WATERSTOCK TUFT-HUN Besides, my dear, I sent Spilker for you because there are several things | wanted yto you. In the realize that this is the st place, do you most eventful evening of your whole life? Yes, mamma. EVELYN: If all goes well to-night you will be asked to become the bride of one of the most illustrious members of the British Now, Evelyn, dear, it is because I know that you have allowed a great d of sentiment, foolish senti- ment, to take the place of your duty to- wards your parents, so aristocracy. ty, and yourself, that | am going to utilize the few mo- ments you have to yourself to talk to you seriously. Very well, mamma. (Stgds.) TERSTOCK TUFT-HUNTER : you may have English noblemen . are not, in the long run, so attract et refined, nor so manly _ every-day In the first place, darlin: heard it asserted that as the ordinary American man. This superficial observation of any English peer might, in measure, be borne out. But, Evelyn, my dear, those of nobility which may strike you at first i ity, the letters patent of race and blood. Therefore, my child, however odd the manners—l should have said the mannerisms—of his lordship appear to you, remember they are but the proofs of his noble lineage. You must also recollect that revelling, as the British aristocrat does, in all the glory of his native empire, it would be derog. atory to his patrician dignity to know anything of the topography, customs, or politics of any foreign country, espe- cially the United Stat If, therefore, his lordship should speak of the possibility of buffalo browsing in Central Park, or rt that Boston is the capital of Chicago, be careful not to wound his sensitiveness by appearing to correct him. But I fancy I hear his lordship at the door. Good-bye, my dear, and God direct you in the path of duty! (4x7) LYN (alone): Oh, dear! why was I born an heiress ? tatement, perhaps, by eccentrici as strang If SEEMS—TOO REAL TO BE— Mamma hopes so much from me that I must try to do what she thinks is right and accept this horrid English lord. But my thoughts will go back, in spite of me, to Bar Harbor and—and someone else. Oh, dear! oh, dear! I never thought I cared for him so very much; but now that I am told to put myself for ever out of his reach, I am afraid I almost—but, no; | must not even think that. If 1 could only see him once before this Eng- lish brute proposes to me! Perhaps he does not love me, after all. He never told me so, But then he always looked it. In one more day I think he would have said it; but that—— (Enter SPILKER. He advances three paces, gives a half wheel and settles his double chin down into his gold lace collar.) SPILKER (sferforously): ‘Is Lordship, the Hearl of Slopley-cum-Rollick and Blivvenhithe ! EVELYN (rising and advancing): Good gracious! Jack ? His Lorpsup Jack, But have you no welcome for me? EVELYN (confused): Welcome? Oh, yes, indeed. But J was expecting — ( Pauses.) His LorpsHip: Whom? EVELYN: No matter, now, Strange to say, I was also wishing I could see His Loxpsuip: Perhaps itis sweeter to be wished for than expected. But whom were you expecting ? EVELY Never mind. An Eng- lish nobleman you do not know and that I wish I might never know. His LorpsHtp: Do you mean the Earl of Slopley-cum- Rollick and Blivvenhithe ? EVELYN (with wide-open eyes): know ? His Lorpsuip (continuing): Who was coming here this evening to tell you he loved you, and ask you to be his wife? EVELYN (gaspingly): it mean? His Lorpsuip: It means, Evelyn, that after you left me in Bar Harbor, where although I never told you, I loved you the first moment I saw you, I wrote to your father making him a formal proposition for your hand, When I had sent the letter, 1 suddenly remembered that I had not mentioned the fact of ever having met you. To my astonish- ment I received an immediate reply, giving me full consent to pay you my addresses, and asking me to call upon you Yes. But how did you Yes. But, oh—Jack, what—does comicbooks.com