Arizona republican., 1891-07-30

once.
 Pray, take this seat, ma'am," said l. And let me put your parcel up in the rack for you
 "Clifton, what a fool you are!" cried Hatfield, in an impatient sotto voce. "Why couldn't you have sat still and minded your own business3'
 "It is my own business" answered brusquely, 'to see that every lady h made as comfortable as it is in the nat ure of things to be. Now the squirrel cage, ma'am-it1l go very comfortably under the seat, think"
 Hatfield uttered contemptuous grunt, but he never offered to trust his feet off the opposite cushions, although the younger woman stood in the aisle, un- comfortably swaying backward and for ward with the motion of the train, until woman beyond, observing the state of affairs, drew sleeping child into her lap and beckoned the other to take the place thus vacated.
 By this time my old lady had estab- lished herself to her entire satisfaction. and opened her sandwich box.
 "Much obliged to you, young man." said she. tits easy to see that you've mother of your own at home, and that you are in the habit of doing reverence to her gray hairs. As for this person." with nod of her poke bonnet in the di- rection of MT. Hatfield, If he's got mother, can't say much for her bring ing of him up Perhaps he may be old himself one day, and stand in need of little politeness and consideration from the young
 "When I'm anxious for your good opinion, ma'am, I'll let you know" re- turned Mr. Hatfield, rather flippantly.
 The old lady could only express herself by vehement sniff. And even was little annoyed at his manner.
 Hatfield" said l in low tone, "you might behave like a gentleman"
 "So will" he retorted, with a shrug, "when find myself in company that calls for such measures.
 l said no more, but leaning up against the side of the door, prepared to mako myself as comfortable as possible until the train should stop at Stamford, its first way station, and some descending passenger might make room for me. Reader, did you ever stand in an ex- press train in full motion? Did you ever feel yourself swayed backward and for ward, Jumping one of your phrenolog- ical developments against one side of the car, and bringing the base of your spinal column against the top of a seat at the opposite swerve of the train? Did you ever grasp blindly at nothing for supporty Did you ever execute an in voluntary pas seul, by way of keeping your balance, and then grind your teeth to see the two pretty young ladies be- yond laughing at your antics2 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 sand wiches and drank from wicker flask of excellent smelling sherry; the young lady sat as noiseless as a black yelled statue; fretful babies whimpered; old gentlemen uttered strange sounds in | their sleep. the lamps fared like sickly moons overhead: and the shriek of the train as it flew through sleeping villages sounded like tse yell of,a fiery throated | demon.
 "Stamfordv' bawled the conductor. At last 1 succeeded in dropping my weary and stiffened 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 evidence of my own senses when we finally thun- dered into the echoing vastness of the Grand Central depot in New York
 Hatfield, alive to the necessity of catching a car before all the world of travellers should crowd into it, stumbled over the old lady's ankles with small cer- emony.
 "Oh, take care! You have knocked the squirrel cage over" cried she.
 "Confound the squirrel eager shouted Hatfield, guashing his teeth as the an cient dame placed herself directly in the aisle to set the furry pet up again, there by completely blocking up his egress.
 Serves you right, Hatfeld,' said l, as stopped to assist.
 Just then the young companion of our lady advanced, finging back her veil.
 Grandma" said she, "the carriage is waiting. I'll send Thomas for the par cels. Mir. Clifton, l am very much obliged to you for your politeness to my grandmother, who is unused to travel ing. As to Mir. Hatfield, the less said about his courtesy the better" And Beatrice Hales black eyes flashed dis' dainfully on Clarence's cowed visage.
 Miss Hale" he stammered, If I'd had the least idea who you were"--
 "You would have regulated your con. duct accordingly" irnpatiently inter. rupted Miss Hale. Thanks-I prefer to see people in their true light. Mir. Gift on," turning graciously to me, you'll call and see how grandma stands her journey tomorrow, won't you? Oh, thank youl The carriage is close by"
 And to this day believe that is the way won my wife, for Clarence Hat. field was brilliant, showy sort of fel- low, who far outshone me in general so. ciety, and l think Bee was inclined rather to fancy him until that night. But she was disenchanted now for good and all And Grandma Hale comes to see us every Christmas with hamper Of good things from Hale farm.-Bostor Trna Flag.
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