Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-04-10
CAUGHT AND EXECUTED.

"Of all things, night journey is
| the most tedious" said Clarence Hat.
| field, as he let himself fall heavily into
the stiff and uncomfortable seat of the
railway car, with its faded velvet
cushions, and its back exactly the
wrong angle for aught approaching
the luxury of a nap. Il say; Clifton
do you think VIC might smoker
"Well, L rather imagine not" said
| with a notion of my head toward
the other passengers. ''There appears
to be ladies on board"
Hatfield shrugged his shoulders.
"&Such ladies'"
swell, laughed /, "they don't ap-
pear to be partlcalar stylish in manner
or costume, but nevertheless, my dear
fellow, the divinity of their sex hedges
them around like a wall"
Divinity of their humbug ~ short
ly interrupted Hatfield. LAS if these
addressed dowdies, with their babies
and bandboxcs, could possibly belong
to the same world with Beatrice
Hale !"
To this 1 made no answer. 1t did
not seem to me exactly appropriate
10 lug the sacred name of Beatrice
Hale into discussion in a place lik e
this. Yet what could l do, except to
feel my cheeks flush and the roots of
my hair Jingle? For [ was unmis-
takably in love with Bee Hale and SO
was Clarence Hatfield.
If were to waste quarts of ink and
reans of paper in trying TO describe
her manifold charms and cxceliencies
to the reader, it wouldn't Go any good.
Such things have been tried before
and failed. Let him imagine the
fairest brunette the sun ever shone on.
and he may come somewhere near the
mark. Suffice it TO say that she was
as beautiful as dream, and that Hat
field and l were both slaves al her
feet.
Which Of us did she like best? Ah
that was the question. 1t was some
thing like the children's old game of
see saw. up l go; down you come
Sometimes l faneied tha: | had the
ghost of chance-sometimes / was
convinced that Hatfield was altogeth-
er the preferred, and that had better
emigrate to Australia at once.
Hello 7 cried Hatfield, breaking un-
tremendously in rpon the thread of
my musings, 'there goes line whistle.
We shall be off directly. Thank good
ness fer that!'
And he put up his feet on the oppo-
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able a four hours ritleas possible.
Clarence Hatfield and /, be it un-
derstood, were employees in the ex-
tensive business o. Messrs. jenkins,
Jumperton Dc Co., auctioneers, and
had been down the country putting
up sale of swamp lots, cut into
streets and squares, according TO the
most approved metropolitan methods
of doing such things.
II had been dismal business. No
vember is not an inspiring month at
the best, and three days fog had
consp:red against the success of
Mount Nora Park as jenkins.
Jumperton & Co. had christened the
new speculation. Yet we bad done
hCTSOA@OAy Wei, aaAlu were now llank.
ful enough to get back to New York.
As the train gave its starting lunge
The door flew open, and in came a tall
old lady, in prodigious black hon
net fur cloak, surrounded bv a per-
feet cheoaus de Ji'ise of squirrel cages,
leather bags, brown paper parcels and
sandwich boxes. She was followed
closely by ayounger lady, dressed in
black, and closely veiled, and paused
hesitatingly in front of our seat.
Young man, said she, in y voice
as gruf as that of q man lis this seat
engagedP
Yes, said dFHatfield, sit is
| I For yourfeeta' AZ il 81 9 Z
No matter what for supercilIious
ly replied the head clark Of jenkins
Juniperton & Co. tPlease1o pass on,
| old lady. You'll find seats enough be-
/ yond.' DIG - fiji0 l14le 97ho.f49i
But this was stretching ofthe truth
There was mo- seatsY abevond. as the
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