The Nevada picayune., 1885-07-30
"Bill Simpsons Darter."
No matter how hard and ugl

No matter how hard anu ugly the truth is, 1t is more pleasing than the afiectation of what is not real. Exposure is certain to follow people who try 10 go through life behind a mask of false pretences, We have little sympathy for peo- pie like ''Bill Simpsons darter, A gentleman travelling from Buffalo to New York City tells the story.
 At Albany two ladies, dressed in the extreme of fashion. entered the car. Their manner indicated great affection and consequent shallow. ness.
 The only uncccupied seat in the car was directly behind a quiet looking, lady evidently from the country. Her dress was of. calico, her bonnet of plain bonnet of plaln straw and her gloves were of cot ton. She could not. however have looked heater, and she had a good, honest face.
 As the fashionable ladies adjust. ed their draperies in the unoccu- 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 now9"
 "How-in what way?n asked her companion.
 "Why, here we are crowded up with all classes of people, some of them so. common. Look at that person in front of us" "
 ''Horrid, isn't she?"
 "Porfectly dreadful"
 Looks like common laborer."
 "How annoying to have to come in contact with such people. '
 Belongs to some ordinary tami- ly. If one could only exclude one's self from such people when travel ing even short distances! 1 sup pose it's horrid in me to say it, but l have all my life had such repug- nance to common laboring people.n
 The lady in the calico dress must have heard of this conyersa- ton, but her face was perfectly composed.
 At that moment an elderly man ill home spun garments of a farm CT came down the aise. He stop ped before the ladies of fashion, closely scrutinized the features of the one having "such repugnance to common people," and, just as the train stoppeda station, cried out loud enough to be heard by. every person in the car;
 "Lookee hyar, baint you old Bill Simpson's darter' But ] know you air, 'thout askln'. How do you do, anyhow! You don't change a speck. Got the same nose you had when you wor a little gal O twelve or fifteon years, trottin' b'arfoot round my old farm in Po. dunk county"
 "Yer mind how I youst ter give yer twO.bits day an yer dinner fer helpin' my younguns dig taters! Ho :! ho! ho!"
 The young lady had dropped her headed veil and was nervously biting at her fan, but the old farm. CT went on heedlessly:
 'They's been mighty changes since then. Your pap went out to Coloraday an made a fortin' thar. an l hear you live in great style. But Bill Simpson aint the man ter fergit old frens, an you tell him that you've saw old Jack Billing, what youSt to give him a.menny a days work when he was so pore his family had ter wait till the hens laid fore they could have any breakfast. You kin remember that yerself rekon." "
 An there want nobody glad der nor me when yer pap did git rich so suddiut, for he was a nigh, ty hard orkin' blacksmith. an al ways pore Cause of bad luck.n
 My wife sez she lost an awful good wash-woman when your ma moved, an'-I git off here. Good by. good by P'
 The meekest, most subdued per. son on that train during the rest ol the trip was Bill Simpsons dar, ter. ."-4outh's Companion. 
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