Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-08-05
Here I cast loose all ceremony and

burst into tears.
 "Oh, don't cry now," said the old gentleman, soothingly. "Don't 1owl It'll be all right-you'n be taken care of. Where did the-your friend-where did he go?--which way?"
 "I don't know," sobbed from behind my handkerchief.
 Went to get some lunch, did he say? We'll, now, can't you tell me what sort of looking person he was, and then perhaps ws can find him? Was he young or old ?"
 Young," I murmured, still behind a .rrier of cembric. 6 r-with yellow mustache, and g-grey clothes and straw hs !"
 Pretty bad business !" one of the men muttered aside to another. "Sharp fellow responded second. And then there were some antistrophes of "What's the matter?" "It's shame r" "Left her, did he?" from small crowd that had by this time. started mp around me.
 "Well, BOW, just come in here and sit down. D said my old ldgentleman, paternal- ly gathering up my bag " and compose yourself, my dear, and we'll see wha can be done. Don't cry it'll only furry you, and won't do any good, you know. There, that's right u" For I wiped my eyes with the remnant of sob, pulled my veil down, and was turn ing to follow him, when, behold ! as I swept the landscape OCT with one last look of desperation, there appeared Charlie-grey clothes, and straw hat and yellow mustache, and all, coming from the dim distance, with brown paper parcel under each arm.
 "There he is p shrieked, dropping bag and parasol in my ecstasy, and rush. I ing down the platform with extended arms. "Ihere he is? Oh, call him, somebody-tell him I'm here! Make him look this way l"
 "Where? which where is he ?" cried half dozen men quite excitedly.
 "Him in the straw hat, with the bundles? Halloa sir ! Halloa! Stop him !" and three small boys and one man started in pursuit.
 Poor Charlie! There he came, hurry ing along in our direction, rather swiftly it is true, but quite at his ease, and with 8 smiling face, when my four champ; gave chase. And just as they had up- lifted their voices, and just as Caarlie's eyes, sweeping the surrounding scene, appeared to light upon the1n-just then did the locomotive behind which We had been sitting fftee. minutes before, and which had been hacking and snorting, i and advancing and backing again, after the manner of trains, chose its time to set up a shriek and violent ringing of the bell, and to go putting off oa its way back to New York. And Charlie first started wildly, and then turned around and chased the locomotive, ana the three small boys and the man chased him, rending the air with shouts of Stop him p
 But Charlie couldn't keep mp with the train very long, and the impotancy of his efforts seemed to break u5on hin suddenly; after he had run himself very hot and damp, and shed all the hot buns from his brown paper parcel fo<. twenty yards along the track. lie turned and figurativeiy speaking taey ud fuA aeel him.
 "Stop there! where are you going "Ain't you ashamed of yourself ? shouted the small boy iE ecsasy "Wanted to run away did you? Didn' uO IL bllslt lilliS, Osu tts1SI!
 "What the d--do you wsnt? P sai( Charlie fercely-only he ussda the wnoi, word instead Of the initial. " Where Sarah? Where's my wife ?"
 "There she isl" roared aGozen voices with appropriate action of ts many un washed hands. "Ain't got rii of her $, easy yet!' . will draw a decorous veil over th, embrace that followed, and the profanitie with which Charlie puz eiuate5 1t, and tn compliments excheng gec by ths popu.ace who evinced the widest joy So whas wa supposed to be the di2c3lntitnre Of vii lainy. I merely will observe that th whistle of the Boston train cut short ou little scene, and that 1 was hat led u, O the last car amid the cheers Of the b, islanders, greatly multiplied siuce Cha; les appearance on the scene, an } speeded on my way by parting roa from one benevolent parsonage to 'kee a tight eye on my young man, for Ii warn't to be trusted as lar as you cou5 sec him" Also that Charlie shed oan notes as well as bans in tue exciter,s1 , of the chasa, aud that my point C klet con parasol vita an agate handle, th wedding gift of my beloved Arabeila. probably marching round Blankylie . ! this very hour, poised in the Llsletl,rea 7 hand of some viIla69 belle.