The Argosy, Vol. 76, No. 3 — page 199: what you’re looking at

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CROWNED HEADS. getting married, kid—your royal high- ness. It’s a royal alliance—see?”’ “A royal alliance,” echoed Mr. Bennett. Out in the street Ted held Katie’s hand and grinned a little sheepishly. “You're mighty quiet, kid,’ he said. “It looks as if it don’t make much of a hit with you, the notion of being married to me.” “Oh, Ted! But—’” He squeezed her hand. ; “TI know what you're thinking. I guess it was raw work, pulling a tale like that on the old man. I hated to do it, but gee! when a fellow’s up against it like I was, he’s apt to grab most any chance that comes along. “Why, say, kid, it kind of looked to me as if it was sort of meant. Coming just now, like it did, just when it was wanted, and just when it didn’t seem possible it could happen. “Why, a week ago I was nigh on two hundred votes behind Billy Bur- ton. The Irish-American put him up, and everybody thought he’d be king. ‘And then suddenly they came pouring in for me, till at the finish I had Billy looking like a regular has-been. “Tt’s funny the way the voting jumps about every year in this Coney 669 election. It was just Providence, and it didn’t seem right to let it go by. So I went in to the old man and told him. Say, I tell you I was just sweating when I got ready to hand it to him. It was an outside chance he’d remem- ber all about what the Mardi Gras at Coney was, and just what being a king at it amounted to. “Then I remembered you telling me me you'd never been to Coney, so I figured your grandfather wouldn't be- what you'd call well fixed in his information about it, so I took the chance, and he fell for it right away. I felt mean, but it had to be done.” He caught her up and swung her into the air with a perfectly impassive face. Then, having kissed her, he lowered her gently to the ground again. “And say,” he said, “‘ come to think of it, I don’t see where there’s so much call for me to feel mean. I’m not so far short of being a regular king. Coney’s just as big as some of these kingdoms you read about on the other side; and from what you see in the papers about the goings-on there, it looks to me that, having a whole week on the throne like I’m going to have amounts to a pretty steady job as kings go.” ENCOURAGEMENTS TO A LOVER. Wuy so pale and wan, fond lover? Prythee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail? Prythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prythee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can’t win her, Saying nothing do ’t? Prythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! Sir John Suckling. COMNNMUC NOO S CO@