The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1895-02-07
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'Thst's ali right, I" said the man.
ssa.'And now which Of ~ will have 60
~ next them?" murmured the girls in
the parlor. -2"@5. n.
But when the teams were ready the
next morning, It was Miss Paul who
gracefully and nnconcernedly climbed
over the wheels and sat by the Will
bnrs. It was not that she preferred
the seat. except as she felt instinctively
that they were at little disadvantage
with the others, and it was, perhaps,
one secret of her perfect bearing in
social circles that her private rule Of
pOliteness was the little old-fashioned
couplet: .. . .....,.-. .....
Isl" PoliteneSs is to do and say -s@
FIJI The kindest thing in the kindest way"
The party was merry one; they
sang songs and waved the hotel colOrs
as they drove along, each wagon drawn
by four splendid white horses. They
stopped at the lake to enjoy boat
ing and to hear the echo. While they
| foated on the water Miss Paul sang
two or three Venetian boat songs, to
the great delight of the party,
81 learned those Of our dark-eyed
gondolier," she said.
The Notch was at it's grandest that
day. and the. mountain ridges stood
high and clear against tue cloudless
sky. There were other parties out, q
tally-ho coachful and several teams
coming from different direc tions; but
noontime found them all either dining
at the nearest hotel or lunching in the
woods close by.
| d a party of southerners, driving up
in Il surrey, espied Milicent Paul, and
hailed her enthusiastically. She
brought them to her own party under
them:
''These travellers are from Georgia.
| We met in Washington last winter
and became friends
Mr.. Wilbur experienced a slight
mental shock. lis father had lost
both legs in the war, and he himself
had never thought of a 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 io:: the purpose of concealing
his thought. lie looked earnestly at
the stranger nearest him.
II 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 have one coun-
try"
$50 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 beautiful, beautiful day
among the mountains this has beenv'
| said Mjlicent Paul, when they were
homeward bound. II hope you have
enjoyed it too, Mrs. Wilbur. - H. :
- have very much. l shall never for
| getsit,' said the quiet little woman,
her face glowing. r. ~. D.. g.
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 it had
been good holiday. 1t was a little
awkward at first among strangers,
but it had all ended pleasantly, and
they had seen so much.
Are you going to correspond with
them, Miiicent?" asked her old school
mate, teasingly.
"Hetty, DEAR" said Milicent; you
really must open your eyes wider and
SEQ 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 were over, the Wilburs
decided to take little holiday, and
see the mountains. Neither of them
ever saw a mountain before. 1t has
been the great event of their lives. l
cannot tell you how glad am that
they went with us yesterday"
$50 am l." said Hetty.
Another little thing came out, too.
I found out where they live. They
told me it was close by the Shore Line
railroad, a mile from the smallest
Rhode Island station, small red
farmhouse with two apple trees and a
garden in front. With box border
l exclaimed, two rows of pinks. tho
bluest larkspurs in the world, and the
reddest poppies@ Yes. that was it,
che sai1 Whv uir1s 7 ALWAYS 10ok at