The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-12-29
Beauty and the Boast.

half All hour. No, not q smash-up nor
9 tip-over, nor the explosion of q lamp.
You see, 1t was done in this manner.
The young lady and dher aged father and
mother came into the coach, the daugh-
ter taking seat alone next in front Of
her parents.~ thought the young lady
was The most beautiful had ever seen.
Her complexion was that Of the DELI
cately tim sea-shell held up to a ruddy
sunset--pearly white with tints Of pink
laid in by natures master.land. Her
eyes, lerge, brown, beautiful, were
fringed with long, dark lashes that shad-
almost a Sin for the vuIgSsMto ge.e.
This is the gush Of it-and I always
think that a man who is ashamed to
gush should never undertake to
say anything about a beautiful wo-
man.
Well, this young lady occupied the
seat alone, and although many young
man came down this aisle hoping he
could not find seat elsewhere, every +.
Dody was we'll slowed away when the
tram moved. The conductor came for
the tickets, and tho young lady looked
Dack and said "Papa," as sweetly as
oh, pshawl what's The use iu cudgeling
ones brain for a comparison when there
is none?
The gray-haired father showed his
railway tickets and said he wished q
section in the Omaha sleeping car
''You must apply to the sleeping car
conductor; have notl> ing to do with
that" said the ticket-tal1er.
a brakeman volunteered to make the
errand for the old gentleman, and SOON
returned to say there was not even q
birth to be had; the sleeping-car was
full
And must we sit here all nlght?n
asked the beautiful young lady.
| u see no other way,' said the brake
man, politely. There, now, you may
know how beautiful she must have
been when a brakeman was polite to
her).
At first she seemed saddened by the
I'M ormation, and her eyes took on an
expression not unlike that of the woun.
ded deer pleading in the eloquence of
dumbness for mercy at the hands of the
cruel hunter. wished l owned a
golden sleeping Car that l might place
It wholly at her disposal. Then her
thin, crimson lip began to curl up under
her perfectly shaped nose and the tire of
anger was kindled in'her beautiful eyes.
|
made her look even more beautiful
than before, and might have succeed
ed had she not turned to her father and
snapped out:
''That's just like you. If were
Lman, l,dsleargt somsthing about trayel-
ing before Started out. . rs
The silver-haired mother leaned for
ward and soothingly said:
There, dear. never mind, Well get
along all right"
| 'Yes, al right indeed. This Is Moe
place to pass night" And turning
to her old father again, she added: Il
declare, l think you are the stupidest
thing l ever saw"
| The old gentleman was wise enough
to make no reply. 1t would have been
well had the mother been as discreet,
since words only furnish fuel on which
anger may feed.
There, there, my dear, 1t can't be
| helped now you Know" said the old
lady. in gentle, motherly tone.
| mo; it can't. Il might have been
helped, though, if father had known
anything"
The old gentleman looked the chagrln
he felt, and the patient mother leaned
over and whispered something to the
daughter.
IL don't care If he Is; he's old enough
then, to know sometlling," was the
young womans reply and she turned
her fierce eyes upon her old father, who
guailed under their fire and said he was
sorry.
"Oh, yes; th@ !s g coed time tc hs
sorry. I'D like to see you catch me
going away from home with you
again."
The mother leaned forward and said:
dear, you can lie down on the seat
and get a little sleep, ateny rate"
| IL don't want to lie down OH the seat.
ia rather SIT bolt upright all night. l
sWoW, never saw such plaguey stugid-
ity in my llfo."
| If The young WOman's face told the
truth, She would have enjoyed swearing
at her father, or even slapping his poor
old wrinkled face. She had attracted
the attention Of the passengers in the
car, and some giggled at her, while
others, more sensible Of the deep chagrin
and sorrow Of the parents, glared at
the young woman as IT they would like
10 box her ears. But size di. not see
any or these. After u short season OF
pouting, In which she slammed herself
| otooAu Ill Wiz ocII, dllu SllOI I0V6IlRoIul
glances toward her father, she began to
arrange the hand satchel for u pillow.
The mother opened the shawl strap
that lay Oh her lap, and tenderly spread
a thick soft shawl over the satchel,
smoothing out the folds with that pa
tient tenderness known only to a loving
mother, Spitetully, the young woman
re'arranged it, jerking it about, not
with any hope Of making it a more
comfortable pillow, but simply to SHOW
her dlsapprOYal Of her moLher's methods.
AS the daughter prepared to lay her
mead down, the old mother saw a wrir-
kle IN the shawl and leaned forward to
smooth 1T out.
''Do, for mercy's sake, lot it alone"
said the daughter, impaLiently and inn
pertinently.
II was only smoothing out"
| Don't you suppose know itp" in
terruptei the toucny creature.
Tie old mother leaned her head on
her husbands shoulder. She did not
shed tears, but her heart was full. The
daughter laid her head, with It's luxu-
RANT brown hair, on the shawl, and
closed her eyes. In u few minutes the
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