The Pudding's Froze.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume X, Issue 3363, 18 November 1889, Page 3

The Pudding's Froze.

Thcro is a story told about Lord Roseberry, which the correspondent of a Bradford paper hopes is true. One night last season Lord liosebcrry was "at home" in Berkeley square, and nearly everybody in London who is anybody was bidden to attend. On the day before thoparty took place Lord Hoseberrv met in Piccadilly a Scotch fanner whom he had occasionally seen at election times in Midlothian. Following his natural impulse of kindliness, ho invited the Scotchman tn the evening party. He arrived in dee time, and in a costume which, broadly following the regulation for evening dress, was of a cut never seen in Berkeley square. 11 e walked about, looked at the company, and filially found his way to the supper room, where were spend all the delacßcies of the season. The Scotchman bad not been in the room ten minutes when bang went a lobster salad, half a chicken, a handful of meringues, and a large plate of jelly, After this lie began to tritlo with the good things on the table. Seeing a glass dish of olives, lie, full of trust in the results of his general sampling took a spoonful, thinking they were something in the confectionery line. The result was int satisfactory, and he slyly deposited the debris under tie table, He noticed the ladies all about eating with evident delight a pleasant-look-ing thing, pink or cream-coloured, served in saucers, He asked for one of these, and the servant gave him a bountiful supply of ice-cream. He took a big spoonful and conveyed it to his mouth. A look of pained surprise crossed his countenance, but lie was not going to disgrace his host, lie closed l:is eyes, shut his mouth firmly, and, with a lew spasms, swallowed the ice, That ivas all veryjwell for him, He was a strong man, accustomed to difficulties, but lis felt that to avoid pain to others someone should know about this. Looking round, he saw Lord Rosebuy talking to a group of ladies and gentlemen, Sidling up to him with the saucer of ice cream in his hand, be plucked him by the sleeve, ' 1 do not suppose you know it, my lord," lie loudly whispered, " but I think I ought to tell you. There lias been a mistake somewhere, and tins pudding's froze." Lord Roseberry grasped the situation in a moment. With perfect courtesy, and with a pretty appearance of critical enquiry, lie lasted tlio ice cream. "So it is," he ssid. " That's very strange," He went oil' to speak to one of the servants, and returning, said, " It's all right; lam informed that this is a new kind of pudding they freeze on purpose;"aud,taking his friend's arm, lie led him from the room.