The Social Climber and the Boarding-House Landlady
When an imposter claiming aristocratic ties tried to swindle a respectable family at a Seattle party, an uninvited cousin from Albany arrived to set the record straight.
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Kate and Dora North were nervous about their party. Despite the stress of preparing, they were interrupted by the arrival of their cousin, Miss Medlar, a plain-spoken woman who had spent forty years running a mechanics' boarding-house in Albany. The girls feared her presence would embarrass them in front of Mortimer Fitz Alan, a man who claimed to be a wealthy relative of the Duke of Norfolk. When the party began and Mr. Fitz Alan arrived, he bragged about his connection to the Earl of Dufferin. Miss Medlar, unfazed by his airs, put on her spectacles and declared, 'Mr. Mortimer Fitz Humbug! He's no more a relation of the Duke of Norfolk than I am. He’s Isaac Poppilow, who boarded with me four years ago and ran away with all my silver spoons.' She detailed his history as a grocery clerk and a convicted forger. The 'aristocrat' immediately fled the premises, and Kate later married a stable, honest man, Zephaniah Holder, from a fruit farm in Rensselaer County.
“There's a sort of Miss Medlar in all families? And if Mortimer Fitz Alan really cares for you—he will not love you the less if you had forty vulgar old cousins, instead of one.”
This 1878 tale of performative wealth and social imposture feels remarkably familiar in modern Seattle, a city that has long been a magnet for both ambitious transplants and the status-anxious. It serves as a reminder that the tension between 'old-world' pedigree and the reality of working-class survival—represented here by Miss Medlar—is a perennial feature of the American social fabric.
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