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

which are equivalent to no seat at all
The old lady hesitated and changed
her beavy carpet bag from one weariec
arm to the other. | thought of my
own good Aunt Polly at home, anc
rose at once.
Pray take this seat, madam sai6
l, 'ahd let me put your parcels up il
the rack for you.'
Clifton, what fool you are y cried
Hatfield, in an impatient soto roce.-
why couldn't you have sat still anc
minded your own business!
1t is my own business ] answered
brusqucly, to see that every lady i:
made as comfortable as it is in the
nature of things to be. Now the squir.
rel cage, madam-it'Il go very com,
fortably under the seat, | thins.'
Hatfield uttered a contenptuous
grunt, but he never offered TO trust
his feet off the opposite cushions, al
though the younger woman stood in
the aisle, hncomfortably swayIng
backward and forward with the mo
ton of the train, until woman be :
yond noting the state of affairs, drew
a sleeping child into her lap, and
beckol e the other to lake the llace
thus vacated.
BY this time my old lady had es-
tablished herself to her entire salts
faction, and opened her sandwich box
MUCH obliged 10 you, young man,
said she. Its easy to see that you've
a mother of your own at home, and
that you are in the habit OF doin :
reverence TO her gray hairs. A. for
this person, with nod of her poke
bonnet in the direction of Mr. Hat
field-'if he's got mother, can't
say much for her bringing of him up.
Perhaps he may be old himself one
day, and stand in need of little po-
| likeness and consideration from the
young
'When am anxious for your good
opinion, madam, I'll let you know
returned Mr.. Hatfield, rather flip
PANTY.
The old lady could only express
herselfby a vehement sniff And even
| was little annoyed at his manHer.
'Hat6eld,' said /, in low tone,
you might behave like a gentleman
80 will, he retorted with a shrug.
VIXEN l find myself in company that
calls for such measures
l said no more, but leaning up
against the side Of the door, prepared
to make myself as comfortable as
possible, until the train should stop
at Stamford, its first way station, and
some descending passengers might
make room for me.
Reader, did you ever stand in an
express train in full motion? Did you
ever feel yourself swaycd backward
and forward, humping one of your
phrenolosIcal Developments against
one side of the car, and bringing the
base of your spinal column against
the top of the seat at the opposite
swerve of the train? Did you ever
grasp bllndly at nothing for support?
Did you ever execute an invoiunta tary
pas seal, by way of keeping your bal
ance, and then grind your teeth to see
the two pretty young ladies beyond
laughing at your antics? If so you
will know how TO pity me during the
hour and half between B-and
Stamford.
Hatfield went TO sleep and snored
the old lady in The gigantic bonnet
ate sandwiches ard drank from a
wicker flask of excellently smelling
sherry the younger lady sat as noise
less as blsck-veiled statute; fretful
babies whimpered old gentlemen ct
tered strange sounds in their sleep;
the lights fared like sickly moons over
head, and the shriek of The train as it
flew through villages, sounded like
the yell of fiery-throated demon.
Stamford y bawled the conductor.
At last / succeeded in dropping my
weary and stiffened limbs into a seat,
where slumber overlook me in just
minute 0nd a quarter /; for / had been
ASLEEP once OF twice, even in my
former disadvantageous attitude, and
l could scarcely believe the evidence
of my own senses when we finally
thundered into the echoing vastness
of the Grand Central Depot in New
York. ..AsL@ = #AN ~
Hatfield. alive to the necessity of
catching car before all the world of
travellers should crowd into it, STUN
bledso the old lady's ankles with
small ceremony.
'Oh take care. You've knocked the
squirrel cage over!
'ConfouEd the squirrel cagel' shout
ed Hatfield, gnashiDg his teeth, as
the ancient dame placed herself di-
rectly in the aisle to set the furry pet
up again, thereby completely blocking
mp his egre>s.
r. Serves you right, Hatfield said l,
as | stopped to assist. t5taa
y just then the. Young conpanion of
our lady advanced, fhnging back her
veil. .~.,..-..,
I4d Grandma said she.i 'the carriage
is waiting I'll send Thomas for the
parcels. Mr.. Clifton. 1 am very much
obliged to you for your politeness to
my grandmother, who is unused to
travelling. AS to Mr.. HatGeld-the
less said about his courtesy the bet
ter. And Beatrice Hale's black eyes
flashed disdainfuify Ciarence's