The Arizona sentinel., 1886-10-02

lie ended abruptly, as the lady m front turned her head, and, with sud. den flash, bestowed upon him a glance of which only an outraged and insulted mother is capable.
 ''Good gracious! 1 hope-I did not intend that she should hear mel'' said MT. Weatherby. However, if people choose to listen to private remarks, il makes no difference.
 Then he lay back in his seat, and while his far companion looked from the window revenged himself for the mothers indignant look by secretly making faces at the baby, which was staring at him over the seat and making intellectual efforts to grab hold of his gold-headed cane. The sweet infant at first stared in round-eyed wonder at the unaccustomed facial expressions; but as moon-face worked, and it burst into a terrified shriek which startled half the sleepers in the car.
 ''You will excuse my little son, sir, ,'' said voice behind MT. Wetherby. 'He is not accustomed to the interesting performance with which you have been kindly endeavoring 10 entertain him. :"
 And the tall, stalwart gentleman leaned forward and took the terrified in- fant from its mothers arms.
 'I think we've intruded ourselves into family group here," MT. Angus tus Wetherby observed, as he looked un- easily around. You will be more com- fortable on the other side, and able to keep the window open-it being lee ward, as the sailors say"
 The young lady hesitated a moment, but then gathered up her shawl and sachel, and crossed over to the oppo- site side of the car, where were couple of seats left vacant by passengers who had alighted at the last station. It was immediately in the rear of 8 plainly dressed old gentleman who was fast asleep and slightly snoring, with his feet conspicuously elevated. He had re- moved his new boots, and encased his large feet in embroidered cloth slippers, which left exposed an ample space of gray yarn stocking, evidently of domes- tic manufacture.
 Really" exclaimed MT. Wetherby, "we seem destined to be unfortunate in our immediate surroundings; but, then, one can not always choose one's tray cling companions, unless one engages a special car"
 There was gleam of amusement in the young lady's eyes as she glanced from him to the unconscious object of his scorn. He caught it, and was thereby encouraged to go on.
 'I really believed the old fellow i'm agined this to be a sleeping car, or at least that he can indulge in the privi- leges of one, regardless Of the feelings of his fellow passengers. People of his class generally imagine that they can shirk the expense of sleeping car by making dressing room of the public cars. I've great mind to fire one of those boots out of the window with my cane."
 ''That would be too bad. You wouldn't do it, really, would you?'
 Not if you object. The old fellow certainly don't look as if he could afford the loss. But I'd give some thing for those slippers, to deposit in a museum for future ant1quarians as a supposed specimen of prehistoric art, and a proof that there were giants in those days. He, he!''
 "They certainly are extraordinary specimens of needlework," the young lady observed, eyeing the slippers with grave attention,
 ''And the stockings! I had imagined that sort of pedal covering to belong to the lost arts"
 ''They look warm and comfortable, though; and dare say that is all that he cares for.
 "Wonder where he got Tho,o marvel ous slippers? Dare say they are the ef- fort of some red-handed, apple-faced daughter, who probably exhibited them at the country church fair as a credita- ble specimen of high art. Is that red blotch in the middle a rose or a holly hook? And the blue dots-what botan- ical productions do they representP"
 ''I should think the first is intended for bleeding heart,'' said MT. Wether- by's fair companion, criticisingly exam ming the slippers of the unconscious sleeper; ''and the blue would probably suggest forget-me-nots."
 Bleeding hearts and forget me-nots. He, he! Who would expect so much sentiment in rough old fellow like this? But perhaps, after all, the slip pers are tender gift of a sweetheart some sallow, smirking old maid, prob ably-and he's stuck them on his deli cate feet in order to have her image per- petually present with him. No doubt he fell asleep contemplating them, and is at this moment lost in dreams of his loved one."
 This flight of fancy so amused the young lady that MT. Weatherby was thereby encouraged to proceed with his remarks.
 There are initials on them, sec G.-Peter Grubbs, perhaps. The name would correspond with his ap- pearance-don't you agree with meP"
 ''I am sure it is very kind in you to take so much interest in that old gentle man and his affairs" the young lady in cool, quiet way, with her dark eyes looking full in the face. Fortunately, can gratify your curi- osity. His name is not Peter Grubbs, out Peyton Gray-not very unlike, lon't you think?'
 "Wh-whatr grasped MT. Wetherby, staring; mot sufely MT. Peyton Gray. of Chesterton?"
 "The same. I am his daughter Minna, and Imust confess that I worked those absurd slippers when Twas about twelve years old. They were my first attempt 1t embroidery, as any one can see. Father never wore them until lately, when, being a little lame, he found them convenient Mother knit the 'tockings-he will wear no others"
 MT. Wetherby, pale and red by turns, listened in silence. To add to his dis ,o- M, T,o,, @lo o,,I of L.;o