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

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"Here's q nice place, Mabel" said the
elder Of the two ladies who had Just en-
tered the train. "And we'll try to keep
it undisturbed, toe" she added, proceed
ing to deposit their shawls, satchels,
&c, upon the cnd of each seat, while
the two ladies seated themselves facing
each other.
They were evidently mother and
daughter, the mother large, portly and
fine looking, the daughter a slender,
bright-faccd little thing, and just as
evidently people Of position" marked
by allthe belongings of wealthy trav-
ellers.
Elegantly braided linen ulsters, over
suits of black silk. stylish hats, dainty
kid gauntlcts, Russian leather satchels
and shawl-straps were their distinguish
ing marks, besides that indcscribable air
which stamps its posscssor as one used
to good society.
Mabel" said Mrs. Glennor. eve have
a terrible hot day for our ridcw
But there is such a nice breeze. I
think it will be lovely, returned bright
eyed Mabel.
"Oh, you're always contcnted with
everything. Dear me, I hope the carri-
ages Won't be crowdcdw
"They are almost that now, mamma.
We have the only vacant seats, 1 believe"
And | mean to keep them, too, " an
nounced Mrs. Glcnnor.
At that moment spoke Il voice at her
elbow:
els that seat engaged, MADAME"
Mrs. Glcnnor and Mabel both looked
to see a young lady dressed in a plain,
untrlmmed linen suit, with Il brown veil
covering her hat entirely and shading Il
plain, homely face.
Her speech was that of a well-brcd
person, but her exceedingly plain attire
stamped her in Mrs. Glcnnor's ewes as
common folks" not worth an effort to
be polite to.
She turned to the window and settled
herself in her place without seeming to
hear, but ~good-naturcd Mabel spoke Mt
once:
"Mine isn't. You src welcome to
share it,"
And Notwithstanding the decided
frown on her lady mothers face, she
tossed her Craps over on the pile
already beside Mrs. Glcnnor and smiled
reply to the young strangers quiet
"Thank you" as she sat down, holding
the small sntchcl she carried in her
lap
"It will tire you. There is plenty of
room over here with ours said Mabel.
reaching out her hand towards the
satchel.
The young lady placed it upon the
seat herself, saying:
Il was afraid it might trouble YOU"
mot at all" returned Mabel.
But Mrs. Glcnnor, with a little accent
of spite, addressed her daughter:
"Mabel, don't make yourself over
o%fticious. l wonder how far it is to
Hamiltong'
"Don't the table tell you mamma ?n
mo. Only the larger stations are
down. Well" with a sigh and a glance
at b intruder, lat least we shall be
able to select our own society there"
Mamma, dont!" pleaded Mabel in a
low tone, flushing at her mothers rude
ness.
II dctcst these trains, where every
rude person who chooses may intrudc
upon you,' went on Mrs. Glennor,
coolly.
Mable knew there was no telling
where her mother would stop once she
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flush which overspread the Young
strangers face. She quietly changed
the subject.
EDO YOU know MI. Hamilton's family,
mamm: -
'Not the children. Not since they
were grown, that is. I saw them when
they were little"
If they are ike their noble old father
I'm sure | shall like them. I think he
Is splendid" answered Mabel.
The stranger young lady smiled
quietly.
Mrs. Glennor answered:
II daresay they IRE. Birth and breed
ing always show, Mabel. I, for one.
could never mistake a person of wealth
and culture for u common onc."
us there only one daughtcrg" asked
Mabel.
"Oniy one at home, the ounge ono.
Henrietta. And one son, Richard. I
consider it very fortunate that Hamilton
invited us to make this visit, Mabel.
Richard Hamilton will be very wealthy.
and ii you play your cards well, who
knows what you may do in the way. of a
settlement"