Arizona republican., 1891-07-30
DISENCHANTED.

"Of all things, night journey is the most tedious" said Clarence Hatfield as he let himself fall heavily into the stiff and uncomfortable seat of the railway car, with its faded velvet cushions and its back at exactly the wrong angle for aught approaching nap. "I say, Cliff ton, do you think we might smoker"
 "Well, rather imagine not" said l, with motion of my head toward the other passengers. "There appears to be ladies on board
 Hatfield shrugged his shoulders.
 "Such ladies!'
 "Well," laughed l, "they don't appear to be particularly stylish in manner or costume, but nevertheless, my dear fel- low, the divinity or their sex hedges them around like wall"
 Divinity of their humbugr shortly interrupted Hatfield. "As if these i'll dressed dowdies, with babies and band. boxes, could possibly belong to the same world with Beatrice Halel"
 To this made no answer It did not seem to me exactly appropriate to lug the sacred name of Beatrice Hale into discussion in place like this. Yet what could do, except to feel my cheeks flush and the roots of my hair jingle? For l was unmistakably in love with Bee Hale, and so was Clarence Hatfield.
 If l were to waste quarts of ink and reams of paper in trying to describe her manifold charms and excellencies to the reader, it wouldn't do any good. Such things have been tried before, and failed. Let him imagine the fairest brunette that sun ever shone on, and he may come somewhere near the mark. Suffice it to say that she was as beautiful as dream, and that Hatfield and I were both slaves at her feet.
 Which of us did she like bestS An, that was the question:! It was some thing like the children's old game of see- saw, Up go, down you come." Some times fancied had ghost of chance sometimes l was convinced that Hat field was altogether the preferred, and that had better emigrate to Australia at once.
 "Hello" cried Hatfield, breaking un- ceremoniously in upon the thread of my musings, "there goes the whistle. We shall be off directly. Thank goodness for thatr
 And he put his feet on the opposite seat and prepared for as comfortable four hours ride as possible.
 Clarence Hatfield and l, be it under stood, were employees in the extensive business of Messrs Jenkins. Jumperton 6 O., auctioneers, and had been down to the country putting up" sale of swampy lots, cut into streets and squares, according to the most approved metro. politan methods of doing such things.
 It had been dismal business. No vember is not an inspiring month at the best, and three days fog had conspired against the success of Mount Nora Park" as Jenkins, Jmnperton 6 Go. had christened the new speculation. Yet we had done reasonably well, and were now thankful enough to get back to New York.
 As the train gave its starting lunge the door flew open, and in came a tall old lady, in a prodigious black bonnet and fur cloak, surrounded by perfect chevaux-de-frise of squirrel cages, leath- CT bags, browu paper parcels and sand wich boxes She was followed closely Dy younger lady, dressed in black and closely yelled, and paused hesitatingly in front of our seat.
 "Young man" said she, in a low voice, as gruff as that of a man. "is this seat engaged?"
 "Yes," said Hatfield; ''it is"
 For your feetY'
 No matter what for,g spperciliously replied the head clerk of Jenkins, Jump erton 6 Co. "Please to pass on, old lady. You'll find seats enough beyond. '
 But this was 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 engagements close to the door, which was equivalent to no seat at all
 The old lady hesitated and changed