The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1892-06-24
EBENSBURG. PA FRIDAY, JUNE "a, 1892.

in n snuff-colored suit who sat at the
head of the Widespread board.
Il prefer dining with my sister only"
insisted Miss Nervain. delighted with an
opportunity OF asserting her exclusive
ness. Really, l cannot imagine how
people c"2, obtrudc themselves in this
sort Of way"
The old man rose quietly.
'Do l understand. young woman"
said he, that you object 10 ac2''
YES, sir, / do object to you-if you
compel me to put it in that way" said
Miss Ncrvain.
Indeed" The old man lifted his
griz2lcd brows. Il may not be one Of
Your fashionable fops--"
That Is easily to bc seen. " Contempt
uously intcrpoluted the young lady.
But l am clean and decent" added
the stranger. However. | dare say
Mrs. Mkt can accommodate me with
plate and knife and fork in another
room, if my presence Is really obnox-
ious to the young women"
Young l1diey, sir, if YOU please"
said Miss Nervain, with toss Of her
head
He smiled shrewd, sagacious smile
AS 10 that" said he, Opinions may
perhaps differ" And he followed Mrs
Mkt into the kitchen.
Clara Nervain took her seat com
/ placcutly at the table.
These people viii begin after awhile
10 comprehend the difference between
lady and shop-girl." said She. 1t
Is quite evident that they arc not fav-
ored with many travellers"
Half an hour aftcrward. as the old
I
ping into his plain little carriage. a
soft hand touched his sleeve, and, turn
ing. he found himself looking into Lucy
Ncrvain's troubled brown eyes.
''WclL, my dear" said he, kindly.
what is it?-'
II only wanted to beg your par
don, Sir," faltcrcd the little brunette. Il
( am sure my sister did not mean to hurt
your feelings, and"
Il am sure at al events that you did
not, said the old man. kindly. And
dare say your sister will he wiser one
of these days.
And thus speaking. he nodded good
humorcdly and drove away.
1t was nearly dark. however. before
the clumsy carry-all whi.h was to con-
vcy the two New York ladies To their
destination arrived and they yentcred it. .
To Cliff hall" said Miss Ncrvain,
haUghtily. rs she leaned back in the
seat, and settled her skirts languidly
around her.
Cliff hall." said Mr.. Mkt, staring.
You don't never mean aS You're 90
ing to Cliff halI?" echoed Mrs. Mkt
Il think we have considerably aston
ishcd these good people, said Miss Yer
vain with a smile, as they ratified away
from the door.
i only hope our Uncle Cliff viii re-
ccivc us kindly" sighed poor Lucy.
Cliff hall was 4 substantial old man
sion built of gray stone. with a success
sion of terraces falling down the noun
tain's side, and exquisite groups of
Statuary half-hiddcn in the forest trees:
and the lights were already beginning
TO CLEAN Hospitality along its front as
they drove up. An old man-scrvant
opened the outside door Just far enough
to reveal the chccry glow Of wooG
fire and the deep tints of a crimson AK
minister carpet within.
is my Uncle Cliff at home?" said
Miss Vervain, with an air and a grace.
Mr.: Cliff is-ay, men," answered
the servant, with 4 strong Scotch ac-
cent.
are herc-the Misses Vervain," said
Clara, as she swept into the ante
chamber.
As she entered, an old man dressed in
snuff brown rose from before the blaz-
ing logs.
My nieccs from New York, eh?" said
Caleb Cliff. They are welcome"
And to Miss Ncrvain's surprise and
dismay she found herself face to face
with the old man Of the CatskiIl way
side inn.
You are astonished?' said he, slight
" arching his brows so am /. 1t is
not always best to judge by appear
anccs. Sit down. Sanders to the serv-
ant. let dinner be served
Miss Clara Ncrvain left Cliff hall the
next day, with all her bright antici-
patiOus shattered to the dust. But little
brown-faccd Lucy stayed to keep house
for her uncle.
''She's too gentecl for Us. isn't shc?'
chucIllcd old Caleb Cliff, as the carriage
drove away which was TO carry Miss
Vcrvain TO the New York station.
Clara went back to her teaching. and
if the bitter tears of rcpcntant mortifi-
cation can wash out the past, that day
in the CatSkills would have been erased
long ago.
IF had only known who he was,'
said Miss Ncrvain.
Alas, this world is full of ''itSr'-
Amy Randolph, in y. Y. Ledger