The Dawson journal., 1885-07-02
"BIIL SIMPSONS DAR7ERp
What Made Herstlle Most Subdued
Passenger on the Train. ..ss

What Made Her-tle Most Subdued
Passenger ON the Train. .s,
Youths Companion.
No matter now hard and ugly
the truth is, it is more pleasing
J than the affectation Of what is not
real. Exposure is certain to fol-
low people who try to go through
life behind a mask of false preten-
ses. We have little sympathy for
people like "Bill Simpsons dar-
ter" A gentleman travelling from
Buffalo to New York oity tells the
story:
At Albany two ladies, dressed
in the extreme of fashion, entered
the car. Their manners indicated
great affection and consequent
shallowness.
The only occupied seat in the
car was directly behind q quiet
looking lady, evidently from the
country. Her dress was ofcalioo,
her bonnet of plain straw, and her
gloves were of cotton. She could
not, however, have looked neater
and she had good, honest face.
AS the fashionable ladies adjust
ed their draperies in the unocou-
pied seat, one of them said to the
other:
Don't you think it too bad that
there are such poor accommoda-
tions on railroad trains here?"
"How-in what way?" asked her
companion.
"Why, here we are crowded up
with all GLASSES of people, some of
them SO common. Look at that
person in front of u.s.
"Horrid, isn't sheY
Perfectly dreadful"
"Looks like a common lahorer."
"How annoying to have to come
in contact with such people!"
Belongs to some ordinary fam
lily. Ii one could only exclude
ones self from suoh persons when
travelling even short distancesl |
suppose it is horrid in me to say
it, but I have all my life had such
a repugnance to common lahoring
people,"
The lady in the calico dress
must have heard a part of this
conversation, but her face was
perfectly composed.
At that moment an elderly man
in the homespun and homemade
garments of farmer came down
the aisle, He stopped before the
ladies OF fashion, closely scrutin-
lied the features of the one having
"such repugnance to common
people, "and just as the train stop
ped at a station, cried out loud
enough to be heard by every per-
son in the car:
"Looker hyar, haint you old
Bill Simpsons darter? How de
do, anyhow? You don't change
speck. Got the same nose you
had when you wer a gal O twelve
or fifteen ssyears, trottln' barfooted
round my old farm in Podunk
county"
oyer mind how youst ter give
yer two bits a day an yer dinner
for helpin' my younguns dig ta-
ters! Ho! hol hop
The young lady dropped her
beaded veil and was nervously bit
ing at her fan, but the old farmer
went on heedlessly;
"They's been q mighty change
since then. Your pap went to
Coloraday and made big fortin'
thar, an I hear you are livin' in
great style. But Bill Simpson
ain { the man ter terSlt old frens,
and you tell him you've seen old
Jack Billings, what youst ter give
him a-menny a days work when
he was so pore his family had ter
wait till the hens laid fore they
could hev any breakfast. You
can remember that yerself, l Ireck-
on"
can there want nobody glad
der no me when yer pap did git
rich so suddint, for he was
mighty hard-workin' blacksmith,
an always pore cause of bad luck.
"My wife says she lost an aw-
full good washwoman when your
ma moved, an'-I git off here,
Good-by! good-by!"
The meekest, mostsubdued per-
son on that train during the rest
Of the trip was "Bill Simpsons
darter." :"