Nevada County picayune., 1890-05-21
GENUINE COURTESY.
fnHtanc;s of True Brecding in the Hum
 bier Ranks of Life.

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 It is not always in court circles or among the aristocracy of land that the trnest courtesy is found. In the hum blor ranks of life are ofton seen in- stances of true breeding that would put to the blush some of our upper five hun dred Nearly fifty years ago. when John J. Crittcndcn, tho distinguished Senator from Kentucky, was stumping that State for the election of his friend, Henry Clay to tho Presidency, he stayed for a few days in Danville, town in the Blue Grass region.
 The Whigs from near and far were gathered in force in the little city. and the distinguished men of tn neighbor- hood, together with these visitors, were invited to big dinner" at the house of Mr. S--, q wcll-to-do farmer and stanch Whig, who lived mile or two in the country.
 For days the available force of the farm had been so employed in preparing for the great occasion, which was ap- pointed for Thursday, that the family were put on somewhat short commons.
 On Wednesday tho Senator started out from the house, where he was stay ing. for a morning walk. Absorbed in thought on the political situation, he was not aware how the time passed un- til, glancing up to the sky, he saw by the sun that it was noon.
 "Why,' he said to himself, 'I mus, hasten, or 1 shall be too late for Mr S-'s dinncr,''
 He had forgotten that the dinner was appointed for tho next day. Taking a short cut through the woods, he soon arrived at the farmhouse. He noticed an unusual commotion in the yard, where the slaughter of turkeys was engaging the attention of crowd of little darkics, and thinking he must be late, he has tened his steps.
 Mr. and Mrs S--- were standing on the front porch watching the turkies and tho darkies, when Mir. Crittenden approached. Mrs. S--- understood the situation at onco.
 "Blcss my heart, husband,' she said. ''yondcr's Senator Crittondcn! He's com ing to dinner, suro's the world He thinks it's tomorrow. What shall we do?"
 "Invitc him in" said the old farmer, "and give him the best we have"
 At that moment the dinner-horn sounded, and the visitor reached the steps Mir. S-- advanced to meet him, but before he could utter word, the Senator said
 "I hope l have not kept your dinner waiting, Mr S-. l was walking in the woods and did not notice the hour. '
 Indeed, mo- was the instant reply. "It is only just ready. Walk in, sir. walk in. am glad to see you under my roof"
 He took his visitors hand heartily, introduced him to his wife, and then led the way into the diningroom. In the room were already gathered his three stalwart sons. and smoking on the board were the traditional hog and hominy, with the potatoes and corn bread of Kentucky farm-lifo.
 The homely dishes were passed to the Washington Senator, while the talk ran upon the coming election, the crops and the cartridges with which the hemp fields abounded. Senator Crittendcn was proverbially an absent-minded man, and the fact that he was the only guest did not occur to him. On the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed his dinner, and de- lighted the heart of his hostess by tell ing her that her corn pones tasted just as his mOthor's used to do when he was a boy in Woodford ( ,unty.
 ,, b.,,,,s., tion over cob pipes on the front porch, he arose to take his leave. As he shook hands at parting, Mir, S said;
 Don't forget, Senator, that you arc to come and dine with mo tomorrow"
 "To-morrow," echoed his visitor, GOV cred with confusion. Bless my soul sir, thought it was to-day, and ot course, you was not expecting any one to-day! What a stupid blunder on my part"
 Not at all, was tho courteous an, swer Ut has orly given us two pleas urcs instead of ono, and l only wish il might occur often"
 The next day forty gentlemen were entertained at the old farmhouse in princely, if semi-harbaric, style, but the Senator declared that he enjoyed none of it as he had dono the simplicity of the day before.
 And, sir, he said, telling the story to friend in Washington, 'l have never seen any whore in any court cir clo more ease, moro self-possession O, mere true courtesy, than was shown by that old farmer and his family They Gpologizoa for nothing; there was novol an intimaiion th.t wa unwelcomc. or even unlocked for, or that any thing was amiss. It was the height of good breeding. was proud of my people. " Youths Companion.
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