The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-11-15
WAS MADE ALADY.

About as desolate country imaginable
is that which borders Millcreek Hollow
in the State of Pennsylvania. The creek
which used to roar and foam down the
rocks from the highlands is usually dry
now except in the spring Of the year, or
after some protracted rainfall.
Some years ago Mr.. Dunlingson, OF
Philadelphia, was called to this region on
business. lie was driving through the
hills one summer day, aud when in one
of the most tangled and PERCEPTIONS parts
OF the route he observed the approach of
nightfall, and looked anxiously ahead
for the tavern, which an old man, full
hour before, had said was up the road a
little piece.
When he approached he was over-ioy-
ed to see board swinging over the door
with the words Simpsons Hotel" paint
ed thereon in large black iettera- Hez-
ekiah Simpson, the proprietor of the
Halfway House." as his hotel was
sometimes called, did not present the
outward indications by which LAND
lord is usually known-namely, a big
red face, large, plump, fluffy hands, a
portly figure and a massive gold watch
chain hanging from his vest. On the
contrary, Mr.. Simpson was a thin,
weazen-faced individual with hair once
red but now sprinkled with gray, and
hands hard snd grimy from toll.
Mr.. Dunlingson surveyed with
critical eye the interior of the queer
habitation, and was much npressed by
the neatness and order which prevailed.
Simpson took pains to tell him, as he had
done every stranger who set foot inside
his threshold, that his daughter, Liz, was
remarkable girl, and the best house
keeper that ever lived" The latter state
ment Mr.. Dunlingson was ready to se-
cept, partially on the supporting evidence
of ocular demonstration.
When LIZ brought on the supper be
was fully satisfied that Landlord Simpson
had good reason to be proud of his
daughter.
Mr.. Dunlingson wandered out, and
finding comfortable seat, remained for
an hour or 50, deeply wrapped in thought.
The road lay at his back but few steps
away, and he heard some one approach
ing from the direction of the hotel.
He glanced through the trees and saw
two persons-a boy and girl-and they
seemed to be talking earnestly. When
directly back of him they halted.
"But the city is an awful big place,
Jim," he heard Liz say.
ayes, Liz, l suppose it's as big as a
dozen places like Millcreek, but that s
why | want to 60 there. l want to 60
where there is life, where one can see
people and have paying joo the whole
year through. Up here there is nothing
bat stumps, and I've seen them until my
eyes ache. I'll 20 10 Philadelphia, get
work and in few years I'll send for you
a Id we'll get married and live there.7
Mr.. Dunlingson saw quite plainly the
hoy's eager face in the moonlight, and
when they finally passed on, still plan
ming and building golden castles, be
81 ghed to think of hopes SO liable to
remain unfulf;Iled. After musing for some
time, he re-entered the house and dis
m ssed the event from his mind.
Several weeks later, as he sat in his
private Office, one afternoon, surrounded
with papers, there came timid knock at
the door, and in response TO his call,
"Come in" the door opened and admit
ted a young country lad.
swell, my boy, what can 1 do for your
said Mr.. Dunlingson, kindly.
"I have come to see if you cannot
give me some work in the Office" said
the boy.
Mr.. Dunlingson was scrutinizing him
carefully, and he thought he detected a
resemblance in the tanned, weather
beaten face to some one he had come in
contact with previously.
Il am afraid, my boy" said he, "that
We are full at present, but you may fill
out one of these applications" and he
handed him a printed form.
The boy sat down at desk and did
so. Mr.. Dunlingson glanced at it and
read the address, James Haines, Mill
creek, Pa" and then he remembered
that this was the Jim who was to make
Liz lady some day. His heart warmed
toward the lad. and, rising, he stepped
out of the Office for some minutes. When
he returned, he said: 81 guess, Mr..
Haines, that We can give you something
for the present, as they need man to
assist the bookkeepers.'
So Jim. after long, weary search for
work, had at las. found place, and little
did he know the reason He wrote 70
Liz, recounting his god fortune, and the
-. ,,,orDino wa,t N xork with a will