Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1879-03-20

car, Will IlS letACu NOiNCc Ntt0iA
ions, and its back at exactly tht
wrong angle for aught approach
ling the luxury of a nap. Il say
I Clifton, do you think we might
smoke?p
"WeII, / rather imagine not,
said /, with a motion Of my heae
toward the other passengers
"There appears to be lady pas
sengers on board"
fairfield shrugged bis shoul
ders.
"Such ladies'"
"WclI," laughed i, ssthcy dom
appear to be particularly stylisf
in manner or costume, but ney-
ertheless, my dear fellow, the di-
vinity of their sex hedges then
around like a wall"
divinity is their humbugr
shortly interrupted Hatfield,
Gas if these addressed dowdies
with babies and hand boxes
could possibly belong to the
same world with Beatrice IIalel
To this I made no answer. i
did not seem 70 me exactly ap-
propriate to lug the sacred name
of Beatrice Hale into discus
sion in a place ike this. Yei
what could / do, except to fee
my checks flush and the.roots of
my hair tingle? For ! was un-
mistakably in love with Bee
Hale; and SO was Clarence Hat
field.
If / Mere to waste quarts OF
ink and reams of paper in trying
to describe her manifold charms
and excellencies to the reader it
wouldn't do any good Such
things have been tried before and
failed. Let him imagine The
fairest brunette the sun has ever
shonea on, and he may come
somewhere near the mark. Suf-
flee it to say that she was as
beautiful as a dream, and that
Hatfield and | were both slaves
at her feet.
Which of us did she love best!
All! that was the question! II
was something like the children s
game of see7saw, TUp go, down
l come. 2 Sometimes | fancied
that | had the ghost of a chance
sometimes / was convinced that
fairfield was altogether the pre-
ferTed, and that / had better en-
| igrate to Australia at once.
'.Hello!' cried Hatfield, break
ing unceremoniously in upon the
thread of my musings, 'there
goes the whistle. We shall be
off directly. Thank goodness
for that!"
And be put his feet on the op-
posite seat, and prepared for as
comfortable four hours ride as
possible. s
Clarence Hatfield and |, be it
understood, were employees in
the extensive business of Messrs.
jenkins, Jumperton & Co, auc-
tioneers, and had been down in
the country "putting uppa sale
of swampy lots, cut into streets
and squares, according to the
m ost appro oved metropolitan
methods Of doing such things.
1t had been a dismal business.
November is not an inspiring
month at the best, and a three
days fog had conspired against
the success Of Mount Mora
Park" !" as jenkins, Jumpcrton &
/ Co. had christened the. new spec
ulation. Yet we had done rea-
sonably well, and were now
thankful enough to get back to
New York.
As the train gave its parting
lunge the door flew open, and in
came a tall old lady, IN aprodi- a
igious black bonnet and a fur
cloak, surrounded by a perfect
cherda.c de frise of squirrel ca
ges, leather bags, brown paper
parcels an d sandwich boxes.
She was followed closely by a
Younger lady, dressed in black,
and closely yelled, and paused
hesitatingly in front Of our seat.
~Young man." said she, in a
voice as gruff as that of a man,
sis this seat engaged?''
"Yes,'' said Hatfield, ''it is"
.'For your feet2'
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