Arizona republican., 1891-07-11
A CITY MYSTERY.

with glimpse at the great world. of which hitherto she had only become nc. quainted through the columns of the weekly newspaper.
 1t must be mortal strange place" said that amiab.e spinster. "where toiKs walk up and down Broadway in their Sunday clothes. and milk sells for ten cents a qlart. And where they haint no garrets to their houses. and go out to parties just when we Cen,erviliers ure tying on our nightcaps to go to bed. We'll. well. it takes all sorts of people to make world"
 So Miss Melinda retrimmed her leghorn hat with sage green ribbons. sponged over her ancient black silk gown. in- dulged in the extravagance of new gloves. and set forth for the great American la, .i"poiis to visit cousin Lenuei Lar kins, whose family hal frequently sieat halcyon summers at the tlriu. all to partake of whose hospitality snt na had standing invitation for some tune.
 Cousin Lemuei and his eldest ,iaugh. ol, with faces of friendly welcome. Cousin Lemuei was photographer on the Bow. cry, and Miss Persepaone "did" super. numerary parts at the Sparkle thcater and had the promise of gong on when ever there shonld be vacancy Iu the regular dramatis rersonR.
 Come along. CoaNia Nelly" sand Mr Larkins. ''Wne.e's iLe check tor your baggaget Here, eApI, ssuan! And louS sharp, d'y' h..rF
 "But," snr ..ed Miss Melinda. that check Is al I've got to snow for my trunk. How to yoI ELoS nen ever bring up the |. u!lS ;.t teal. .,asped Miss Parkinson. ''l oLue read lu ihe Sentinel now"--
 Come along said Mir Lafsins. good humoredly. "IJu | LnI itli all Ue ,l, right as a trivet."
 "Aint We going in carriage?
 Bless us. no. aiu Cousin Larkins. Were ayoin' ia the 'si.~.t ,.lrs
 "But w..y are you Euin in the short cars.' said Miss Nc iinIa m great oewil, derment Il tioug.t you said you lIveG mile and a haf from t,.e Gepot."
 "Ohr' said Mr. Laisius. "'short mean.' the cars. not the diaance. Lei me help you aboard, there's good glr,.
 No sooner wi.s Miss Parkinson safei, bestowed between a stout gentleuIah reading lis Iaper aiid a black veivel cloaked lady inan siie ;iyaIn began to Ue uneasy in Ter min l.
 ''Lenuel," sa.. 'a2, ia astsge whisper, Il dvlt iAs rn-es cara Id r.o-tr walk"
 But why" said Mr. Larkins. who was hanging from a strap hke a first class trapeze performer. "Ch: me man next you a ptipocket: But. my dear woman, 1t can't possibly be. He's a-holding up the paper with both hands! How can he be picSing your pocket:'
 "Ahr' nodded Miss Parkinson. they can't deceive me. One of ems stuffed! I've read all about it! And he may he a-takin my watca anl my twenty-five dollars out uf my under packet with tie real hand, tnis very minute. for al l knowr
 Madam" said the strange gentle. man, jumping up and turning very rel, as he started for the door Il have not yet arrived at my destination, but l much prefer walking a few blocks to finding myself the subject of separations such as these! Conductor. yoL wlll have lne goodness to stop"
 "lhere," erred Miss Parkinson. start ing to her feet. tits just Us The Sentrnel says! He's escaping! Driver, 1 Insist that he shall be searched! Conductor. call the pollce!'
 "P'raps." suggested Cousin Lemuel. you'd better see if your watch and money sin't safe, Melinda.
 ''Becarlse. narin. added the conduct or, with the corners of hls mouth lwitcl- ing. that there gent Is Judge De Grif- tiths, of the court of common complaints, as ain't noway addicted to pU.-:et p,ck' ing, as ever heerd on!"
 And Miss Parkinson, discovering that her valuables were all sife. subsided once more into her place and merely re- marked that we are all liable to mis- takes" r..
 She was rather surprised to discover that the Larkins family, instea,l of oc- cupying one of the lnllatial mansions contiguous to Central pira. hved on the fourth floor of a rusty D.ick house ol the Bowery, wi:use front windows were blinded by the elevated road aud whose rear outlook consisted chiefly of cats and chimney tops. There wasa summer garden next door. where a band dis coursed sweet music until s o'clock in the morning, and a shooting gallery on the other side. and the ground floor of their own bu,lIing was occupied by a Job printer. whose. steam machinery, albeit it was underground. roarel an hissed and kept the walls a-tremhle uniil Miss Pai kinson declared it was just like living over the crater of Vesuvius!
 "La, my dear" said MrS. Larkins. n comfortable, elderly lady with greasy poplin dress and cap coverei witi crumpled artificial flowers. you won't mind it after a day or two. It's reaiiy a very superior neighborhooi!"
 They supped off clam chow,ier, boiled Holsters. Vienna bread and Limouryer cheese-for the Larkins family were cosmopolitan in their tastes-and spent the evening at the lngomar theater. for which Miss Persephone had always a limited number of "orders" And when Miss Melinda Parkinson retired to rest Tn back hall bedroom. with the ele- yated road shaking the very casters of her bed every thirteenth minute, md faf <,f ( rs ,t,,