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Parker's, and she told me that girls in Europe are brought up with no habits of self-reliance whatever, and that young ladies are never seen on the streets alone in France and Italy." "Don't you think," asked Miss Maria, hesitating to accept this ridiculous statement, "that Mrs. Bland exaggerated some?" "She talked a great deal," admitted Mr. Goodlow.
Goodlow, she hadn't any more idea of backin' out than than " Miss Maria relinquished the search for a comparison, and went into another room for a handkerchief. "I don't believe she cared over and above about goin', from the start," said Miss Maria, returning, "but when once she'd made up her mind to it, there she was.
"I ain't afraid of any harm comin' to Lyddy any more'n what you be. But what I said was, Wouldn't she feel kind of strange, sort of lost, as you may say, among so many, and she the only one?" "She will know how to adapt herself to circumstances," said Mr. Goodlow. "I was conversing last summer with that Mrs. Bland who boarded at Mr.
Wallen is a lawyer in Prestonsburg, Kentucky, a member of the James and Wallen Law Firm, located in the Lane Bldg., on Court St. He was born at Goodlow, Kentucky in Floyd County, March 15, 1866.
She hurried to meet the minister at the front door, her father lagging after her with the infantile walk of an old man. Mr. Goodlow took off his straw hat as he mounted the stone step to the threshold, and said good-morning; they did not shake hands.
Goodlow says, she'll influence 'em for good. Don't you fret about her clothes any. You fitted her out in apple-pie order, and she'll soon be there. 'T ain't but a little ways to Try-East, any way, to what it is some of them India voyages, Captain Jenness said. He had his own daughters out the last voyage; 'n' I guess he can tell Lyddy when it's weather to wear her silk.
"I guess the boys at the school down to the Mill Village found out she had authority enough," said Miss Maria, promptly materializing the idea. "Precisely," said Mr. Goodlow. "That's what I told father, in the first place," said Miss Maria. "I guess Lyddy'd know how to conduct herself wherever she was, just the words I used." "I don't deny it, Maria, I don't deny it," shrilly piped the old man.
Here the woman paused, and the old man struck in with his quaint treble while she fanned herself in silence: "I do suppose the voyage is goin' to be everything for her health. She'll be from a month to six weeks gettin' to Try-East, and that'll be a complete change of air, Mr. Goodlow says. And she won't have a care on her mind the whole way out. It'll be a season of rest and quiet.
He looked excited, and, so far as his unpracticed visage could intimate the emotion, joyous. "Well, there, Maria!" he said. "You can't say but what he's a master- hand to converse, any way. I'd know as I ever see Mr. Goodlow more struck up with any one.
"I should be sorry if Lydia ever lost anything of that native confidence of hers in her own judgment, and her ability to take care of herself under any circumstances, and I do not think she will. She never seemed conceited to me, but she was the most self-reliant girl I ever saw." "You've hit it there, Mr. Goodlow. Such a spirit as she always had!" sighed Miss Maria.
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