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With an instinctive last look at the skyline of New York and the waves playing in the glad sunlight, we entered a rude construction elevator and dropped from the surface to the bottom of a deep shaft. It was like going down into a mine. There was the air-lock, studded with bolts, and looking just like a huge boiler, turned horizontally.
If man, instead of giving her his seat in the railway car, and slavishly removing his hat in the elevator, and acquiescing in her tyrannical hat at the theatre, insisted upon his legal rights in a bargain, and required the railroad company to furnish without evasion the commodity of seats for which it has been paid, or if he brought the manager to task for allowing one of his customers to steal what he has sold to another namely, a view of the play the world would tremble on the edge of the millennium of good manners.
Who invented mirrors, the Egyptians? I can not say. There were mirrors in the room, but Mr. Robert did not realize it. He has since confessed to me that he hadn't the slightest idea how much his bird and bottle cost. Of such is love's young dream! At ten o'clock Miss Annesley rose, and the count escorted her to the elevator, returning almost immediately.
Another big timber came swinging up to them at the end of the hoisting rope. Peterson sprang out upon it. "I'm going down before I get brushed off," said Bannon. "I'll be back at the office as soon as I get this corbel laid." "No hurry. I want to look over the drawings. Go easy there," he called to the engineer at the hoist; "I'm coming down on the elevator."
"Hah!" says I. "Had the window marked, did he?" Simple enough to see that a trick of that kind called for an inside confederate. Who? Next minute I'm dashin' out to catch Tony, who runs express elevator No. 3. "Were the window washers at work on our floor this mornin'?" says I. "Sure!" says Tony, "What you miss?" "It was a case of direct hit," says I. "Where are they now?"
He was following Medcroft to the elevator. "To my wife Edith," said Medcroft, annoyed by the other's obtuseness. "Does it require preparation for an ordeal so charming?" laughed Brock.
There, as he darted through the narrow doorway, into the circle of dim light from the one tinted globe in the lowered elevator cage, a strange sight met his eyes. It shocked and flung him into a second or two of blank indecision, of volitionless and thoughtless inactivity.
Past floors used for store-rooms, past floors used for nothing at all, they went the man's face white, the boy wailing out incoherent supplications. And then, within ten feet of the top of the shaft, and within a foot of the top floor of the building, the elevator came to a rickety stop. It wabbled back and forth; it did strange and terrible things. "She's falling!" panted Freckles. "Climb!"
"No," she answered, rising. "Besides, it's time I was getting ready for the theatre. I'll have to leave you. Come, now." "Oh, stay a minute," pleaded Drouet. "You've got plenty of time." "No," said Carrie, gently. Reluctantly Drouet gave up the bright table and followed. He saw her to the elevator and, standing there, said: "When do I see you again?" "Oh, some time, possibly," said Carrie.
"Ground!" he yelled, and the bird was lifted from his wrist by the sudden plunging descent, but fluttered back and rode that wrist as the admiral dashed out of the elevator, through the halls and out the front door to the waiting, marine-filled trucks. Willing hands hauled him aboard the lead truck, and he threw the pigeon into the air.
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