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WHEN Uncle Remus went down to the passenger depot one morning recently, the first sight that caught his eye was an old negro man, a woman, and two children sitting in the shade near the door of the baggage-room. One of the children was very young, and the quartet was altogether ragged and forlorn-looking. The sympathies of Uncle Remus were immediately aroused.
Sam stepped to the baggage-room door, handed him the cigar, and began giving directions, pointing into the baggage-room, intent and business- like in the face of the Irishman's laughter. Then, turning, he walked across the station platform to the main street of the town, his eyes bent on the ends of his fingers on which he was making computations with his thumb.
He crossed his legs and slouched more indolently into his chair in the attitude of a bored and vacant-minded man but as he sat his brain was focussed on the clicking. "Am tied . . . up . . . here," spelled out the dots and dashes from the baggage-room. "If you understand, scrape chair on floor." Brent shifted his seat noisily. "She . . . is . . . caught. . . ." There was a pause there.
Harper and I investigated the baggage-room, but they weren't there." "Oh, call him Kenneth," said Patty. "You boys are too young for such formality." "I may be," said Bob, "but he isn't. He's a college man." "He's a college boy," said Patty; "he's only nineteen, and you're sixteen yourself." "Going on seventeen," said Bob proudly, "and so is Bumble." "Twins often are the same age," observed Mr.
They had been packed and in readiness since the day she sailed away, when she had told him of the possible sign. But there had been no sign. Nor did he longer believe in one. So in the baggage-room of an hotel the trunks were abandoned, accumulating layers of dust and charges for storage.
Lefever caught up her suitcase and set it down beside the waiting-room door: "Stay right here a minute," he said. He walked toward the baggage-room and before he reached it, stopped a second large, heavy man, Henry Sawdy. Him he held in confab; Sawdy looking meantime quite unabashed toward the distant Kate.
But no shells were falling in E . The station was a small village one. In the room corresponding to our baggage-room straw had been spread over the floor, and men just out of the trenches lay there in every attitude of exhaustion. In a tiny room just beyond two or three women were making soup. As fast as one kettle was ready it was served to the hungry men.
I shall go through the whole train, and suit myself, for you promised to have it ready. It is not ready," &c., all through again, like a hand-organ. She haunted the cars, the depot, the office and baggage-room, with her bed, her tumbler, and her tongue, till the train started; and a sense of fervent gratitude filled my soul, when I found that she and her unknown invalid were not to share our car.
The two men stared after her, disappointment and bewilderment chasing across each face. "Well, I thought I knew women, but " began Ed Meyers fluently. Passing the desk, Mrs. McChesney heard her name. She glanced toward the clerk. He was just hanging up the telephone-receiver. "Baggage-room says the depot just notified 'em your trunks were traced to Columbia City. They're on their way here now."
The night air was grateful to her hot forehead as she walked from the theater to the hotel. "Trunks in?" to the porter. "No sign of 'em, lady. They didn't come in on the ten. Think they'd better wire back to Dayton." But the next morning Mrs. McChesney was in the depot baggage-room when Dayton wired back: "Trunks not here. Try Columbus, Nebraska."
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