Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-08-21
Beatrice Hale.

the most tedious" said Clarence
Hatfield, as he let himself fall
heavily into the stiff and uncomfort~
able railway car, with its faded
velvet cushions, and its back at
exactly the wrong angle for aught
approaching the luxury of a nap.
s'I say, Clifton, do you think we
might smoke 2"
"Well, ] rather imagine not
said l with motion of my head
towards the other passengers
"There appears to be ladies on
board"
Hatfield shrugged his shoulders.
"Such ladies -
"Well," laughed |, "they don't
appear to be particularly stylish in
manner or costume, but reverthe-
less, my dear fellow, the divinity OF
their sex hedges them around like
a wall"
"Divinity OF their humbug !"
shortly interrupted Hatfield. Gas
if these addressed dowdies, with
babies and band-boxes, could pos
sibiy belong to the same world with
Beatrice Hale -
To this I made no answer. 1t
did not seem to me exactly appro-
pirate to lug the sacred name OF
Beatrice Hale into discussion, in
a place like this. Yet what could
I do, except to feel my checks flush,
and the roots of my hair tlngle |!
For I was unmistakably in love
with Bee Hale, and So was Clar-
ence Hatfield.
If | were to waste quarts of ink
and reams of paper in trying to
describe her manifold charms and
excellencies TO the reader, it
wouldn't Go any good. Such things
have been tried before and failed.
Let him imagine the falrest brunette
that sun ever shone on, aud he may
come somewhere near the mark.
Suffice it to say that she was as
beautiful as dream, and that Hat
field and | were both slaves at her
feet.
Which of MS did she like best
All, that was the question /! 1t was
something like the children's old
game Of see-saw. Cup [ go, down
yon come" Sometimes [ fancied
| had the ghost of chance--some~
times [ was convinced that Hat
!, field was altogether the preferred.
I and that | had better emigrate te
y Australia at once.
"Hello I" cried Hatfield, break
ing unceremoniously in upon the
thread Of my musings, "there goes
the whistle. We shall be off di-
!, rectly. Thank goodness for that =
And he put his feet on the cp-
y posite scat, and prepared for as
comfortable four hoars' ride al
possible.
Clarence Hatfield and /, be i
y understood, were employees in tht
!, extensive business of Messrs. Jink-
n n ins, Jutnperton Il Co., auctioneers
is and had been down to the country
"putting up" sale Of swampy lots
i cut into streets and squares accord
d ing to the most approved metropoli
tan methods of doing snch things.
1t had been dismal business
: November is not an inspirin!
month at the best, and a thre
days fog had conspired against tn
success Of "Mount Nora Park,
as jenkins, Jumperton & Co. ha.
christened the new speculation
: Yet we had Gene reasonably vel
, and were now thankful enough t
get back to New York.
AS the train gave its start;n
lunge the door flew open, and !
came q tall old lady, in prodigi
Gus black bonnet and a fur eloal
surrounded by perfect cheUaur a
.ffr5se Of s1uirrel-cages, leathe
bags, brown paper parcels, All
sandwhich-boxes. She was fol
lowed closely by a younger lad,
) dressed in black and closely veilet
y; and paused hesitatingly in front I
our seat.
"Young man, said she, in 10
? voice, as gruff as that of a faan, 8
this seat engaged ?"
eyes" said Hatfield, eit is.''
"For your teet 60
f'No matter what for," replie
the head clerk Of JenkiEs, 5Rnpe
ton & Co. "Please to pass on, o
lady, You'll find seats enough b
5ond."
But this was stretching of tt
Sc, truth There We're no seats beyon
f as the cid lady eesaid perceive, III
: less she chose to sit directly opp,
!. . site red-hot coal stove, or up'
So one of those corner arrangemer
close to the door, which are equiv
dent to no seat at all.
s7s. The old lady hesitated a
SO changed Aer heavy earpet-bas fro