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When at last, after inconceivable difficulties after being jostled about by an indifferent crowd, and pushed rudely against by more than one stupid, blundering porter she did find her way to the right ticket-office, and did secure her single third to Rosebury, and then get a very small allowance of room in a crowded third-class carriage her heart was beating so loudly that she almost wondered it did not burst.
"Uncle Timothy must have some ancient sister or cousin or aunt to see to him, without sending for a girl like you." Jarvis had rushed away to the ticket-office, and Sally had her brothers to herself for the time. She made the most of it. "But he hasn't, Alec," she explained. "I simply have to go. But I want you boys not to mind my being away.
I wished to laugh in her face and say, 'What do you know about love? So I walked in. Lin, she does love yus!" "Yes," breathed McLean. "She was sittin' back in her room at Separ. Not the ticket-office, but " "I know," the cow-puncher said. His eyes were burning. "It's snug, the way she has it. 'Good-afternoon, I says. 'Is this Miss Jessamine Buckner?"
He felt very guilty as he passed each policeman, but he recovered himself when he thought of the wife and child who lived in the West, and who were "straight." "Where to?" asked Van Bibber, as he stood at the ticket-office window. "Helena, Montana," answered the man with, for the first time, a look of relief. Van Bibber bought the ticket and handed it to the burglar.
Visitors she knew were not uncommon in the little seaside village, and she would easily be able to keep out of the way of Cecil, if he were still there. The idea seemed to her like an inspiration. She went up to the ticket-office and asked for a ticket for Salthouse. The man stared at her. "Never heard of the place, miss," he said. "It's not on our line."
The interior of the station was bleak and gravelly, but it would have been possible to find fault with any interior on such an out-of-doors day; and after the station-master had locked his ticket-office door and tried the handle twice, with a comprehensive look at me, he went slowly away up the road to spend some leisure time with his family.
Still, she and her father had almost always been together, and Betty wondered if it had not after all been foolish to make a certain decision which involved not seeing him again until a great many weeks had gone by. The cars moved away and the young traveler went to the ticket-office to ask about the Tideshead train. The ticket-agent looked at her with a smile.
Maroney and Flora to the ticket-office without being observed by them, and went close enough to them to hear her ask for tickets to Montgomery. Rivers knew no time was to be lost; it was a quarter past ten, and the train left at ten minutes past eleven.
For the briefest instant she hesitated. No, she would not speak, for fear of betraying herself, and she went to the window of the little ticket-office. "Anything for us, Joe?" she asked. "No. There's no express stuff been left," he answered. "Your stuff'll be along by freight, I reckon. Wait a moment and I'll give you the mail-bag." "You can bring it over. It it doesn't matter about the goods."
He would never have confessed to her how he suffered over these things, and she only partly guessed. She was gay, like a sweetheart. She stood in front of the ticket-office at Bestwood, and Paul watched her take from her purse the money for the tickets. As he saw her hands in their old black kid gloves getting the silver out of the worn purse, his heart contracted with pain of love of her.
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