Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-02-23

lished herself to her entire satisfaction,
and opened her sandwich box.
much obliged to you, young man."
said she. 7" 1t is easy to see that you
have mother of your own at home,
and you're in the habit of doing rever-
ence to her gray hairs. AS for this
person"--with nod of her poke bon
net in the direction of MI. Hatfield
"if he's got q mother / can't say much
for her bringing Of him up. Perhaps
he may be old himself some day, and
stand in need of little politeness and
consideration from the young
when I'm anxious for your good
opinion, ma'sm, I'll let you know"
Mr.. Hatfield retorted, rather hippantly.
| The old lady could only express her
self by vehement sniff. And even /
was little annoyed at his manner.
Hatfield" said /, in low tone,
| "you might behave like gentleman"
$50 will, he retorted, with a shrug;
"when l find myself in company that
calls for SUCH measures.
| 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 feI me.
Reader, did you ever stand in an ex-
press train in full motion? Did you
ever feel yourself swayed backward
and forward, humping one of you
chronological developments against one
side Of the car, and bringing the base of
your spinal column against the top of
seat at the opposite swerve of train?
Did you ever grasp blirdly at nothing
for support? Did you ever execute an
involuntary spas seul," by way of keep
ing your balance, and then grind your
teeth to see the two pretty young ladies
beyond laughing at your antics2 If so,
you will know how to pity me during
the hour and a half between B-and
Stamford.
Hatfield went to sleep and snored ;
the old lady in the gigantic bonnet ate
an1wiches and drank from wicker
flask of excellent smelling sherry but
the young lady sat as noiselessly as a
black-veiled statue; fretful babies
whimpered; old gentlemen uttered
strange sounds in their sleep; the lights
t1ared like sickly moons overhead, and
the shrek of the train as it flew through
sleeping villages sounded like the yell
of fery-throated demon.
Stamford" bawled the conductor.
At last Issucceeded in dropping my
weary and s6ffened limbs into seat
where slumber overlook me in just a
minute and quarter; for l had been
asleep on my legs once or twice, even
in my former disadvantageous attitude,
and could scarcely believe the evil
dence of my own senses when we finally
Numbered into the echoing vastness of
the Grand Central depot in New York.
Hatfield, alive to the necessity of
catching car before all the world of
travellers should crowd into it, STUN
bled over the old lady's ankles with
small ceremony.
"Oh, take care You've knocked the
squirrel cage over!" cried she.
"Confound the squirrel cage" shout
ed Hatfield crashing his teeth, as the
ancient dame placed herself directly in
the aisle to set the furry pet up again,
thereby completely blocking up his
egress.
"Serves you right, HatfieldW said l,
as / stopped to assist.
Just then the young companion of
our lady advanced, ainging back her
veil.
Grandma" said she, the carriage
is waiting. III send Thomas for the
parcels. Mr.. Clifton, am very much
obliged to you for your politeness to
my grandmother, who is unused to
travelling. AS to Mr.. Hatfield-the less
said about his courtesy the better"
And Beatrice Hale's black eyes flashed
disdainfully on Clarences cowed visage.
"Miss Hale" he stanmered, "if |
had the least idea who you were"
"You would have regulated your
conduct accordingly" impatiently in
terrupted Miss Hale. Thanks-I
prefer to see people in their true light.
Mr.. Clifton" turning graciously to me,
you'll call and see how grandma
stands her journey, tomorrow, won't
you? Oh, thank you the carriage is
close by"
And to this day | believe that is the
way | won my wife: for Clarence Hat
field vas brilliant, snowy sort of fell
low, who far outshone me in general
society, and think Bee had been dis
posed rather to fancy him until that
night. But she was disenchanted now
for good and all And Grandma Hale
come to see us every Christmas with a
hamper of good things from Hale
Farm.
Table Manners of Children.
AS soon as a child can speak he can