The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-01-11

with a crumpled black bonnet, a
pair Of rusty cotton gloves, and an
umbrella that must have been be-
oueathcd to her from the days
when there were giants upon the
earth Alfred Gordon viewed her
tout ensemble with dismay.
Groom, driver? what are you
talking about? We arc crowded al
readyH'
II know it, sir; but her dartcr's
sick, ard she wants to get to her
right away. It's old 'Siah Smiths
widdcr, down TO-"
Il don't care whose widow she
is-therc isn't room. Look at her
camphor bottles and mustry Grape
-nicc companion to be jammcd
into a close coach with. Go ahead,
driver; judging from the looks of
her shoes, . walk of four or FIVE
miles won't hurt herr
.sGordon for shame p exclaim-
cd Milbrooke, reprovingly. "Have
you forgotten that she is a weak
and aged woman? I'll ride out
side myself: Madam, will you ac
cept my scat?'
He alightcd as he spoke. and
courteously offered his aid to the
venerable relict Of 'Siah Smith,
who, being half blind, and more
than half deaf, had been balancing
on the steps in state of hopeless
bewilderment.
In vain Alfred Gordon shrugged
his shoulders and curlcd his lip at
the close vicinage of the camphor
bottle and big wicker basket. Mil
brooke arranged tho old lady's
worn shawl as carefully as if it
had been the cashmere Of a duch-
eSs.
II don't know who you may be,
young sir" said the old creature,
in a tremulous voice, as he at
at lcngth withdrew, "but I
know you're q good son to your
mother"
There was no reply. The heavy
door was closed, and the ponder
Gus vehicle slowly got in motion
once moro
Mary We're had sat perfectly 81
lent during the whole Of this brief
episode, bat her check had glowed,
and her eyes flashed, moro than
once. And now that it was over,
her heart pulsatcd with q curious
medley of emotions. 1t seemed as
if, curing those few moments, she
had obtained an insight into the
natures of the two gentlemen,
which the months and years OF
her previous acquaintance with
them had failed to supply.
ale who is wanting in polite
ness to the oldest and humblest Of
my sex, lacks respect for myself"
reflected Miss We're, with an in
stinctive Strengthening Of her 1.-THE
form, "and the man who treats
the poor and aged with courtesy,
is one Of natures princes
There was no more puzzling Of
the little brains to decide the im-
portant question which had great
ly perplexcd her a short time be-
fore. She was quite certain, now,
which Of her two admirers she pre-
terrcd.
"IIcigho! + must have been
aslcep,'' yawncd old Mr.. We're, as
the stage stopped in front of the
Union Hotel, and his daughter
gently reminded him that they
were the only remaining occupants
Of the cumbrous old carriage.
Frank Milbrooke had courteous
ly assisted the old lady with the
crumpled bonnet to descend, and
seen her safely under the escort Of
her son-in-law, a tall young man,
with light hair and very express
sionless eyes, who was waiting to
receive her, while Gordon was
walking up and down the plaza,
engaged in igniting a cigar. Nei-
thcr of them were quite inclined
to believe in the evidence Of their
own eycsight, when the brilliant
row Of gas-liyhts over the hotel
door streamcd full upon the faces
of the two last passengers, as Miss
We're sprang lightly from the step,
followed, moro slowly, By her IA
thcr.