The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-12-07
EBENSBURG, Pa, FRIDAY. DECEMBER 1on4

H.. t'' IiidI she preferred
81 .at. except as she felt instinctivelv
That they were at little disad,.arl,aLtS
Win the others, and it was. parb.,7s
one secret of her perfect b.arirn-
social circles that her private - -
Pollteness was the little oId-fashio,,aI
rouplet: iiiohed
The kindest UnrIss,ard say
The party was a merry ouryr
sang songs and waved the hotel coIors
as they drove along. each wagon drawn
by four spendid white horses They
stopped at the lake to enjoy boat
ing and to hear the echo. While they
hoated on the water Miss Paul sang
--three Venetian boat songs, to
gondolier," she saIu.- --.r
The Notch was at its grandest that
day. and the mountain ridges stood
high and clear against the cloudless
sky. There were other parties out, a
tally-ho coachful and several teams
coming from different directions; but
noontime found them all either dining
at the nearest hotel or lunching in the
woods close by.
A party of sOutherners, driving up
in surrey, espied Milicent Paul, and
hailed her enthusiastically. She
brought them to her own party under
the trees, and said, as she presented
them:
These travellers are from Georgia.
We met in Washington last winter
and became friends"
Mr.. Wilbur experienced a slight
mental shock. HIS father had lost
both legs in the war, and he himself
had never thought of southerner ex-
cept as foe at heart. Yet here were
these people bowling to him with the
rest, in cordial, pleasant fashion.
Language had not been given to Mr.
Wilbur for the purpose of concealing
his thought. He looked earnestly at
the stranger nearest him.
Il never expected to meet a south
ern man." he said, in blunt tones;
my father was made a cripple in the
war"
And mine lost his life" replied the
southern man, gently. But it is all
over now. You and i have one coun-
try"
so we have-so we have- said Mr.
Wilbur, and the two shook hands
silently. This scene escaped the no.
tice of the rest of the company, who
had at once engaged in lively CONVEX
sation; but to both men it was one of
those little strokes that help to chisel
character.
''Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful day
among the mountains this has beenI'
said Milicent Paul, when they We're
homeward bound. Il hope you have
enjoyed it too, Mrs. Wilbur"
II have very much. l shall never for
get it," said the quiet little woman,
her face glowing.
The Wilburs left the next day. Miss
Paul shook hands with them when they
went, and most of the others did the
same. They went away happy and sat
isfied. They said to each other il had
been a good holiday. 1t was little
awkward at first among strangers.
but il had all ended pleasantly, and
they had seen SO much.
Are you going to correspond with
them, Milicent?" asked her old school
mate, teasingly.
"Hetty, dear" said Milicent: Won
really must open your eyes wider and
see the world you live in; you will find
it repay you. The Wilburs are only
passing acquaintances, like many 9th
ers; we may never meet them again.
But, in conversing, | found out one or
two things which may interest you.
When Mr.. and Mrs. Wilbur were mar
ried, ten years ago, his mother had
just died, and there were brothers and
sisters beside the crippled father to be
cared for. Mrs. Wilbur and her hus-
band put their shoulders cheerfully To
the wheel and worked together. 1t
was farm life and farm work. The
father died a year ago, and the broth
ers and sisters now take care of them
selves So, this year, when hayIng
and canning We're over, the NilburS
decided to take little holiday, and
see the mountains. Neither of them
ever saw mountain before. 1t has
been the great event of their lives |
cannot tell you how glad l am that
they went with us yesterday"
$50 am l." said Iletty.
Another little thing came out. too.
| found out where they live. They
told me ii was close by the Shore Line
railroad a mile from the smallest
Rhode Island station, a small red
farmhouse with two apple trees and a
garden in front. With a box border,
l exclaimed, two rows of pinks, the
bluest larkspurs in the world, and the
reddest poppies?' Yes, that was it >
she said. Why. girls, l always look at
that hon and garden when 1 travel
by that road and have often wondered
who lived there. Now l know
Girls" said Hetty, after Milicent
left the room to get the pillow cover
she had promised to show them, Il
feel like grub. Shall ever be but
terfy? And do you wonder that
everybody loves Milicent Paul?"-N.
Y. Independent.