Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-06-04
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calls Tor such measures"
said no more, but leaning up against
the sideof the door, prepared to make
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, humping 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
support? 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 antics? 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
witches 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 shrek of the
train as it flew through sleeping villages
sounded like the yell of fiery throated
demon.
"Stamfordp' bawled the conductor.
AT last 1 succeeded in dropping my
weary and stiffened limbs into a seat,
where slumber overlook me in just a
minute and a quarter, for 1 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 car before all the world of
travellers should crowd into it, stumbled
over the old lady's ankles with small GER
emory.
''Oh, take care! You have knocked
the squirrel cage overr' cried she.
''ConfOund the squirrel eager shouted
Hatfield, crashing 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, Hatfield" said l.
as 1 stopped to assist.
Just then the young companion of our
lady advanced, finging back her veil.
Grandma" said she, 1.-The carriage is
waiting. III send Thomas for the par
GELS. Mr. Clifton, l am very much
obliged to you for your politeness to my
grandmother, who is unused to travel
ing. As to Mr.. Hatfield, the less said
about his courtesy the better" And
Beatrice Haie's black eyes flashed dis
painfully on Clarence's cowed visage.
miss Hale" he stammered, eff I'd
had the least idea who you were"-
'You would have regulated your con-
duct accordingly" impatiently inter
rupted Miss Hale. ThanI1s-I prefer to
see people in their true light. Mr.. Gift
on" 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 was brilliant, snowy sort of fell
low, who far outshone me in general So
ciety, and 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 a hamper of
good things from Hale farm.-Boston
True Flag.