The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-02-23

"Now, mamma, if you begin to talk
that way 1 do solcmnly declare 1 will
take the next train that passes lis back
home and not go at ALL"
|. Mrs. Glcnnor knew the girl was quite
capable of keeping her word if she was
pushed too far, so she said no more, but
bctook herself to the prospect in view
from her window.
The ride was Il warm one, but Mabel
enjoyed it, and in spite Of Ter mammals
frowns, chattcd with her scat-matc very
socially.
stopped at Hamilton. and several pas
sengers descended, among them Mrs.
Glcnnor and Mabel.
There was u forlorn-looking station,
with a dusty little refrcshnient-bar IN
one corner of 81 dingy room labelled
Ladies' Room" There were two or
three village idlcrs, with hands in their
pockets, promcnading up and down the
platform, and that was all.
"Why, what does this mcan?" frcttcd
Mrs. Glcnnor. "Mr. Hamilton wrote he
would be certain to have the carriage to
meet u.s."
"Pcrhaps it will be here yet, mammal"
said Mabel. ~ "Supposc you ask one of
these men if it has been seem"
81 believe l will" and Mrs. Glcnnor
marched majcstically up to one of the
men aforesaid and inquired:
Can you tell mc whether Mr.. Ham,
llton's carriage has been at the station
to-day"
'Ycs'm-no'm'| don't know-therc
it arc a-comin now" was the slightly
incohcrcnt answer.
Turning in the direction of his extend
cd finger she saw Il handsome carriage
rolling rapidly up.
cit is just coming" she announced to
Mabel, whose eyes had already informed
her of that fact.
They waited upon the drcary plat
form until it drove up and the driver
~dismouEtcd.
Then he came up the steps and add
dressed Mrs. Glcnnor, touching his hat
respectfully.
"Ladics for Mr.. Hamilton's, madame"
eyes. Come, Mabel"
"Thc carriage is ready. ladies. The
spring cart IS here already to take your
baggage over. Will 1 take your tick
ets?"
Mrs. Glcnnor gave him the tickets for
their trunks, and the ready coachman
soon had them piled in the light cart
which had followed the carriage.
"Now we are ready" declared Mrs.
Glennor. But the coachman appeared
to be looking for some one else.
"Our young Miss Henrietta went up
to town yesterday. We expected her
back by this train"
ktIJnro T oD Go,,tS oolJ,I ~::~.
voice from the door of the ladies' room.
and the homcly young lady in plain
linen, who had shared Mabcl's seat, came
out of her retreat inside and approached
them.
"'My goodness" was Mrs. Glcnnor's
dislnayed ejaculation, as she flushed up
to the roots of her hair.
But, Mabel sprung forward with cx-
tended hand.
"What! arc you Henrietta Hamilton?
l am SO glad.
"And you arc Miss GIcnnor! am
glad, too" said the young lady, offer
ing her hand most cordially. II would
have made myself known in the train,
but am always so shy with strangers.
and l was not sure who you were till
now. Mrs. Glcnnor, I am very glad to
welcome you to Hamilton. l love your
daughter already, and 1 am sure VIC shall
have a delightful visit. Let us go now;
Sam is waiting"
This prompt courtesy, so dclicately
ignoring her own rude behavior in the
train, was a greater rcbukc to Mrs.
Glcnnor than any show Of anger could
have been.
For once her ready tongue was at a
loss, and she only followed her young
hostess to the carriage, silently and with
flushed face.
But Henrietta's kindly spirit soon
put her at her ease, except when she re-
mcmbcred her notifying blundcr.
1t was a wholesome lesson, however.
And the next time Mrs. Glcnnor meets Il
n lady in the train, whether she is robcd
like a queen or in plain linen, she will
treat her as such, and never judge by
appearance.
ANC0N GDEV