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Show slltoH to the British" nobility leemT more remote than ever. Oarolin F. Vrttton in Boston Qlobt. 1 should Judge," said Mrs. Jenkins at length, "that you were not an American. There is something about yrm which makes me think you an Englishman." En-glishman." You are right, ma'am." said the earl, "I am from England." "May I ask if you have been long In our country?" Mrs Jenkins hardly knew whether to say sir or not, but finally decided not to do so. "Only a few months." was the reply. "A few months," thought she. Then he must certainly be traveling incog, or we should have heard of his being here by the papers." When they were ready to depart the managing lady turned to the Englishman English-man aud said: "I should bo very happy Indeed to see you at our house to tea to-morrow eveuiug. if you have no other engagement. engage-ment. I have always had a very high idea of the English aud am glad to have an opportunity to show it" "Tnank you ma'am," the earl replied with alacrity. "I will certainly call. At what time do you sup?" "At whatever hour will prove most convenient to you," was the gracious ' reply. "Iudoed ma'am you nre very kind. Suppose we name it 6 then." j "Thank you, my I mean sir. We shall look forward with great pleasure to your coming." "Those people are extraordinarily polite." thought the young mail after their departure, as he sat in his room smoking a cigar. "I really think they have taken quite a fancy to me. My good looks I think it must be, for I haven't a single recommendation besides be-sides ou earth. Well, if 1 lind the girl has money I may improve my advantage advant-age and offer myself in matrimony. Money would be very acceptable just at present." Had Mrs. Jenkins heard this soliloquy solilo-quy she would probably have come to the conclusion that there was something some-thing wrong about her calculations, but fortunately for our hero this was uot the case. It will be readily imagined that Mrs. Jenkins exerted her culinary skill to the utmost in preparing for her illustrious il-lustrious guest. As lie s:tw the numerous numer-ous dainties spread out before him he felt a glow of joy prevado his frame, and determined ou the spot to lay siege to the heart of Matilda. The reader will imagine that his advances ad-vances were readily met by the young lady, who was quito enraptured by tho conquest which she had achieved over tho heart of an earl. Nor was her mother less gratilied. yl'ho good lady held her head higher than ever, aud speedily anticipated the time when, as the mother-in-law of an earl, she would take precedence of all who had hitherto hither-to ventured to look down upon her. "You know, Matilda," she said, "that when you are a countess 1 shall of course be dowager countess or count-en count-en dowager, I really don't know which. J wish I euiiM liud ouiot-here a book of tho British peerage, then I oould find out wiihoufc any trouble." She thought of going to the bookseller and asking him to send for the book, but on second thought decided that it would be most prudent not to run any such risk of revealing hur aspirations, even if she wore obliged to remain in ignorance a little while longer. One poiut, however, puzzled her a little. Notwithstanding the very inti-mato inti-mato terms of the earl with her family, lie never ventured any allusion to his rank or his Enclish estates or the CAPTURING AX EARL. La me!" exclaimed Mrs. Jenkins to her daughter Matilda, "w ho do you think has arrived ut tho hotel?" "Any of our friends?" inquired the daughter. "I wish I could say he was." said Mrs. Jenkins. "NoMatilda, it is no less than a member of the British nobility." "How do you know, mother?" "Because I happened to bo in the pnst-ollice a few minutes since, and with my own eyes I saw a letter upon the wheel directed Earl Spencer, Jones-lioro Jones-lioro htitel. So I wont right over to the hotel aud found that it was so. 'The landlady pointed out the young man to me. Oil, Matilda, ho is such an elegant young man, and all that air of high breeding and so ou, which you only lind iu the nobility." , 'Really, mother, you quite excite my curiosity." But I've got more to toll you, 'Matilda. I've mnuaged to get an in-vilation in-vilation from the landlady to come over and take lea, so that we shall be introduced to him. Only think of that! And if only think he should take a fancy to you, and, Matilda, though I ought uot to say it, you are very 'pretty just the very picture of what ;1 Wiis at your age; us I was saying. don't think it at all improbable, ut least impossible, that you should attract at-tract his attention, aud think what a line thing it would be if you should become be-come a countess." Mrs. Jenkins paused to take breath alter this long and rut hur loosely jointed speech to see what effect it would have upon her daughter. The latter seemed quito as much affected as she could wish. She was like her mother, not only in form, but in mind, and her mother's words had stirred her ambition. "La, how fine that would be!" she exclaimed. "1 guess Ellen Hawkint would not show her airs any more. Themean crcatre, I wouldn' takoany notice of her. except Just to invito hV to die wedding, so that she might have a chance to envy my good luck." "Very true," said her mother, approvingly; ap-provingly; "but you know u good deal must be done before this can be accomplished. ac-complished. You must endeavor to look our prettiest to-night, , so as tc produco an impression upon the young tiuan. if possible. I think you had Ibetter wear your greeu de laino." , "No, mamma that doesn't become me. 1 shall wear my plum-colored 8UK. ami you must loud me your gold chain." "Hut," said Mrs. Jenkins reluctant' jly, "I was going to wear that myself." i "I don't see," said her daughter, j tossing her head, "that it is of much consequence how you look. I presume jyou dou't expect the young lord will imarry yon, Hut it is very important jhow I look. If I can't go looking idecent I won't go at all. Of course, jail the ladies iu England have gold Biid lewels to wear, and 1 know he wou t say a word to me uuless I havs jomethiug of the kind." "Perhaps you ought, Matilda," said her mother. "I am sure it is my solo aim in life to promote your success, and if I could only live to see yon the wifo of an earl I should die in pesiee." Notwithstanding the apparent disinterestedness disin-terestedness of this remark, it is probable proba-ble that unless Mrs. Jenkins expected to share in tho prosperity of her daughter she would have eared considerably consid-erably less for her alliauce with the nobility. ; That was a busy day for Mrs. Jenkins and her (laughter. It took them up to the very moment of departure to arrange ar-range their toilet. At length, resplendent re-splendent with, the best their wardrobes ward-robes could furnish, they weut over to the hotel. It may be remarked, by the way, that Mrs. Jenkins with the cunning natural to such an admirable mauager, had not whispered a word of her ulterior designs to tho landlady. She even cautioned her daughter not to address tho nobleman by his title iu the hearing of any one else. Six o'clock found them seated in the hotel. It so chanced that Earl Spencer was the only guest (the reader must rememljer that it was a small country inn), and accordingly Mrs. Jenkins and her daughter had tho distinguished stranger quito to themselves. It suited Mr. Jenkins to appear quite ignorant of the earl's station even of his nationality, nation-ality, unless he should himself rewjl it. It would have beeu somewhat trQl-cnlt trQl-cnlt to decide where in lay the lnar!t$ of high birth which Mrs. Jenkins pro-fissed pro-fissed to find iu the stranger. He looked much more like a tnird-rate clerk, lie wore a Hash waistcoat, an extensive cravat, a gorgeous watch-chain watch-chain which might have been gold, but looked more like the showy articles which remind one of the old proverb that "all is not gold that glitters." But J.Irs. Jenkins was not a women of great discernment. Sho saw nothing noth-ing but what might be expected of an eail. and murmured in the enr of Matilda that his appearance was very distingue by the way, she pronounced the word iu a way of her own. Matilda nodded assent to her mother's remark, and begau to play off her airs and graces upon the distinguished dis-tinguished gentteniaii. Her delight was great to lind that she was creating an impression. The earl listened to her very attentively, and evou condescended conde-scended to exclmuge a littlo playful badinage. amount of his income, which Mrs. Jeukins would have been very glad to learn. S "Hut, I suppose, Matilda," she remarked re-marked to her daughter, "that he is determined to remain incog, so as to mako sure that you marry Tiim for himself him-self alone. I have read of such cases in stories, but I never expected to have anythiug like it iu my own family. Really, I think it is quite romantic. Ou the whole I guess it would be best to say nothing about it until you are fairly married." Matilda acted upon her mother's prudent advice, aud, although her curiosity was as strong as her parents, she carefully guarded against betray-iug betray-iug it to the earl. At last one memorable day she burst into her mother's room with a triumphant triumph-ant glow ou her face. "Has he proposed?" exclaimed Mrs. Jenkins in great agitatiou. Yes, mother," was the reply of the overjoyed Matilda. "He told me that he loved mo to distraction." "I congratulate you, countess that is to be," said her mother. "By : tho way, did he say anythiug about his rank?-1 "Not a word, mothor." "I am not at all surprised. Be sure then that you don't give him a hint that you know anything about it. How much we shall enjoy goiug to England!' "We!" repeated Matilda. "Surely you don't propose going across the Atlantic at your time of life?" "At" my time of life!'' said Mrs. Jenkins sharply. "Indeed I do. I don't mean that" you shall have nil the enjoymeut. But' did the earl tlx the d;iy for the marriage?" "He left that to uio." "Then fix it as soon as possible. You must not let bitn slip through your lingers.'.' That day three weeks the important ceremony "took place in Mrs. Jenkins' cottage. Scarcely was it over thau that worthy lady, no louger able to restrain re-strain herself, addressed her son-in-law: "I trust, my lord, that you will never regret this day." "My lord!" repeated her sou-in-law, exhibiting unequivocal surprise. "Cei taiuly you can not expect to remain re-main incog, any longer?" "But I have no claim to the title, ma'am.' "No claim!" exclaimed tho mother and daughter, turning pale. "Are you not au earl?" "That is only my Christian namo." "And what is your employment?" asked Mrs. Jenkins, on the point of faiuting. "I am a house-painter, madam, but being a little unwell was ordered by the doctor to spend a couple of months in the country. We draw a veil over the scene that ensued. The lofty fabric of prids, which Mrs. Jenkins had built up fell to tho ground aud her chance of beiuz |