The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-06-15
DISENCHANTED.

TON du tHlnSs, ulSnG Journey Is Gno
Rest tedious" said Clarence Hatfield as
-he let himself fall heavily into the stiff
md uncomfortable seat of the railway
ou, with its faded velvet cushions and
IN back at exactly the wrong angle for
Snght approaching nap. Il say, Cliff
ton, do you think we might smoker"
well, l rather imagine not" said 1,
with a motion Of my head toward the
06her passengers. ''There appears to be
AAlEies ON board"
Hatfield shrugged his shoulders.
-SSuch ladiesI'
-Well," laughed l, .'they don't appear
- be particularly stylish in manner or
sestame, but nevertheless, my dear fell
3ow, the divinity or their sex hedges
shen around like wall"
Divinity Of their humbugr' shortly
snserrupted Hatfield. "As if these i'll
dressed dowdies. with babies and band
hsxes, could possibly belong to the same
world with Beatrice Halei"
To this l made no answer 1t did not
seem to me exactly appropriate to lug
nAe sacred name of Beatrice Hale into a
discussion in place like this. Yet what
esuad do, except to feel my cheeks flush
&aa the roots of my hair tingle? For i
was Enthusiastically in love with BeesHale,
~Aa 30 was Clarence Hatfield.
II I were to waste quarts of ink and
zeams of paper in trying to describe her
laAnifold charms and excellencies to the
<xsAaer, it wouldn't do any good. Such
1Aings have been tried before, and failed.
1ve him imagine the fairest brunette
That sun ever shone on, and he NAV
esme somewhere near the mark. Suffice
u % say that she was as beautiful as a
'aEoam, and that Hatfield and I were
hSth slaves at her feet.
Which Of rs did she like bestl All.
thak was the question: It was some
SAing like the children's old game of SEE
sAW, up go, down you come" Some
1&mos fancied had ghost of a chance
sometimes / was convinced that Hat
hssd was altogether the preferred. and
nat | had better emigrate to Australia
n once.
HelloI" cried Hatfield, breaking un-
ssremOniously in upon the thread of my
1nasings, there goes the whistle. We
sAsa be or directly. Thank goodness
1sr thatT-
And he put his feet on tho opposite
: s.ak and prepared for as comfortable a
tsUr hours ride as possible.
Clarence Hatfield and 1, be it under
aHsod. 'were employees in the extensive
hNstness Of Messrs. Jenkins, Jumpertou
AGO. auctioneers. and had been down
- the country putting up sale of
ssFAmpy lots, cut into streets and squares,
.eoording to the most approved metro
1atieAn methods Of doing such things
Il had been dismal business No
vs.nber is not an inspiring month at the
md fHvGa 1,x g. 1, 4 4
against the success of Mount Nora
hark." as Jenkins, Jumperton & Co. had
ehzistened the new speculation. Yet we
had done reasonably well, and were now
nhnnkful enough to get back to New
York
As the train gave it's starting lunge
1he door flow open, and in came tall
cid Lady. in a prodigious black bonnet
and a fur cloak, surrounded by perfect
ohevaux-de-frise of squirrel cages, leath-
or bags, brown paper parcels and sand
Wach boxes. She was followed closely
~ younger lady, dressed in black and
closely yelled, and paused hesitatingiy
N front of our seat.
Young man, said she, in low voice.
~ gruf as that of a man, lis this seat
engaged"
YES" said Hatfield; lit is"
For your feet?"
mo matter what for" supercihously
Heplied the head clerk of jenkins, jump
erton & Co. please to pass on. old
lady. You'll find seats enough beyond. :"
But this was a stretching of the truth
There were no seats beyond. as the old
lady could easily perceive, unless she
chose to sit directly opposite red hot
coal fire or upon one of those corner ar
rsngements close to the door. which was
equivalent to no seat at all
The old lady hesitated and changed
her heavy carpet bag from one wearied
ar1n to tho other. thought of my own
good Aunt Polly at home. and rose at
once.
Pray, take this seat. ma am, I" said l.
And let me put your parcel mp 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 business?'
1T is my own business | answered
srusquely. Ito see that every lady is
made as comfortable as it is in the nat
nre of things to be. Now the squirrel
cage. ma'am-it'n go very comfortably
nnder the seat. think
Hatfield uttered a conterpptuous grunt
bat 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, untii
n woman beyond, observing the state OF
affairs. drew a sleeping child into hel
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