The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-11-17
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= ters scnooling at Montreal had quite
done away with her love for "a back
woods life. And yet 'Old Man Harris"
her father, made no allowance for
sristocratic habits, indigenous or ac-
quired. Come home" his laconic tel
egram commanded, and so Saman tina
had packed up her belongings, shed a
Jew feminine tears as her teachers
bade her farewell, and had torn her
self away from the elegant girls whose
parents lived ION Sherbrooke street"
(. and wallowed in wealth But the
girls followed her into the hall
What is it. Samanthy?" they asked
aorrowfully.
Samantha dropped her hand bag and
motioned to the girls to be silent
Friends, Romans, countrymen, slend
me your ears, she spouted.
Certainly said Daisy Miller;
only I should have thought your
own were big enough for all practical
purposes Samantha, you're not going
away like this into the backwoods
without an explanation. We've re-
eeived you here on terms of social
(. equality, and you owe it to all of us to
let us know whether we're to continue
to do So"
with scathing irony. who would
have thought" she said, that a quar-
tors education away from the refining
influences of the city of pork could
make a girl call the bush 'baclkwoods'
But will explain. 1t is nv candid
opinion that dads phosphates have
prematurely and unexpectedly petered
cut
$50 you see. girls" continued
Samantha, my dream of splendor ia
over. I'm going back to help dad If
any of you like to come and stay with
me when I'm settled. you'll have to
help too"
"Of course we'll come" declared Isa-
bel DO you think we're all snobs
like that fiat-footed Chicago girl?"
Samantha smiled "She can't helm
her feet, girls It's a saying in the
States that Chicago girls were created
In order to give the shoemakers
chance to live. You've had no OBJ
portunity of going back on me. Wait
gill FIN really sha bby, and can't treat
any of you. I've been poor before
dad tried to corner some thing in 80, but
1t cornered him-and l know what it
means You don't"
Don't wei" rejoined Isabel. as she
east scornful glance in the direction
Of the retreating Daisy. Now we'll
take up collection. Every cent we
have shall be yours"
The collection amounted to one hun
dred-and-fifGy dollars Samantha re-
fused it. Its sweet of you, girls, but
have hundred
would you deny your aged parent
little luxuries like lightning-rod whis-
key and tobacco?" demanded Isabel
Yeproachfully. IF you don't take it,
Samantha, we'll toss you in blan-
het"
They made rush at Samantha, who
laughingly yielded II don't want to
hurt any of you, so I'll give in" Then
she wiped her eyes and Rugged them
all round as the sleigh came to the
door.
Samantha Immediately economical
BY taking the cheapest ticket she could
get for Buck board Springs She looked
upon the gift of the girls as the nucleus
OF fund for the restoration of the
house of Harris. The train whirled
swiftly along, and a belated mule was
tossed aside by tho cow-catcher, whilst
the SCARED tree trunks grew yet more
ghostly grey in the waning afternoon.
She awoke from a reveric with
start, as the train steamed slowly into
the station, funeral bell on the en-
CINE warning all needless ha bitants to
beware Of the ever-active cow-catchcr,
Samantha watched the train disap-
pear into the blackness of the pines,
and forlornly turned in quest of her
father 'Old Man" Harris slowly
climbed up the platform, and came for
ward to meet Samantha with averte
eyes, and generally hang-dog appear
ence- Things had not evidently gono
well with Old Man. He was man of
medium height, with blue eyes and
curling yellow hair. the exact opposite
70 Samantha's, which was dark and
wavy. He came forward in evident
doubt as to his reception, but Saman-
than quickly treasured her un FORUM
ste sire, and took him to her heart
Old Man emerged from Saman-
eha's embrace and relapsed wal
eamanthy!" was all he could say
'Well. daddy" echoed Samantha
cheerfully, as she Complementary
surveyed Old Man, with roguisb
twinkle in her eye. you have been
going it
Old Man let his whip slide from his
nervelcss grasp 1.-THE boys allowed
twas sort of gin raj bust up" he re-
marked feebly. "Sorter Civ out they
aid, as earthquakes wasn't nuthin' to
IT,
Samantha looked at the rent in his
coat IA sort of burst out, daddy, I
should say" Her beautiful eyes grew
moist. You poor, ill-used daddy! How
Gared you send me away from you like
Ahatl You might have known Won