Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1886-09-11
"Bill Simpsons Darter."

of false pretenses. We have little
sympathy for people like "Bill Simp-
sons darter." A gentleman travel
ing from Buffalo to New York city
tells the story:
AT Albany two ladies, dressed in
the extreme of fashion, entered the
car. Their manners indicated great
affectation and consequent shallow
ness.
The only unoccupied seat in the car
was directly behind quiet-looking
old lady evidently from the country.
Her dress was of calico, her bonnet of
plain straw, and her gloves were of
cotton. She could not, however,
have looked neater, and she had a
good, honest face.
AS the fashionable ladies adjusted
their draperies in the unoccupied seat,
one of them said to the other: "Don't
you think it too bad that there are
such poor accommodations in railroad
trains now?"
"How-in what way?" asked her
companion.
"Why, here we are crowded up in
all classes of people, some of them so
common. Look at that person in
front of u.s."
"Horrid, isn't she?"
Perfectly dreadful.
"LOoks like a common laborer."
"How annoying to have to come
in contact with such people"
"Belongs to some ordinary family.
If one could only exclude ones self
from such persons when travelling
even short distances! i suppose it's
horrid in me to say it, but have all
my life had such repugnance to
common laboring people"
The lady in the calico dress must
have heard part of this converse
ton, but her face was perfectly COM
posed.
AT that moment an elderly man in
the home-spun and homemade gar
ments of farmer, came down the
aisle. He stopped before the ladies
of fashion, closely scrutinized the feat.
ures of the one having ''such repug.
nance to common people," and just
as thetrain stoppeda at the station cried
out loud enough to be heard by every
person in the car:
"Lookee hyre, haint you old Bill
Simpsons darter? But know you
air 'thout askin'. Howdy do, any
how? You don't change a speck
Got the same nose you had when vol
war little gal o. IL or Is year, trot
tim barefoot around my old farm il
Podunk county.
"Yer mind how | youst to give yel
two bits day and yer dinner, fol
helpin' my younguns dig taters? Ho
no! ho"
The young lady had dropped he
beaded veil, and was nervously bitins
at her fan, but the farmer went OF
heedlessly.
"Thee's been mighty lucky sine,
then. Your pap went out to Colora
dy an made a big fortin' thar, an
' hear you live in great style. But Bill
Simpson amt the man ter fergit oil
frens, an you tell i'm that you'v
!, saw old Jack Billings, what youste
! give him a-mennya days work whel
!, he was so pore his family had tie
wait till the hens laid fore they coul,
have any breakfast. You kin re
member that yerself, 1 reckon.
,, can there want nobody gladde
nor me when yer pap did git rich 8
suddint, for he was mighty har
workin' blacksmith, an always por
. cause Of bad luck.
. "My wife sez she lost an awfulgoo
wash woman when yer ma moved
AMI git off here. Good-by! good
byw
The meekest, most subdued pei
son on that train during the rest {
t the trip was "Bill Simpsons darter.
Ofthe wearing of mourning a VIC
:. man writesin the Philadelphia Pres
, When the time comes to throw tn
), veil back, the time has surely com
to take it off. It's usefulness is gone
:, and to ornament ourselves in robe
of grief seems ghoulish. A youn
y woman, 'being in mourning" as tn
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