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Updated: June 8, 2025
When the porter summoned the passengers to pass under the whisk broom, Adna remembered that he had not settled upon his headquarters in New York, and he said to a man on whom he had inflicted a vile cigar: "Say, I forgot to ask you. What's a good hotel in New York that ain't too far from the railroad and don't rob you of your last nickel? Or is they one?"
When the shaken wits of the parents began to return to a partial calm they remembered that Kedzie had mentioned somebody named Gilfoyle Gargoyle would have been a better name for him, since he grinned down in mockery upon a cathedral of hope. Adna whispered, "When did you divorce the other feller?" "I didn't; that's the trouble." "Why don't you?" "I can't find him."
Her people not only were poor, but lived more poorly than they had to. They had, in consequence, a little reserve of funds, which they took pride in keeping up. The three Thropps came now to New York for the first time in their three lives. They were almost as ignorant as the other peasant immigrants that steam in from the sea. Adna Thropp, the father, was a local claim-agent on a small railroad.
Her better than normal shoulders were sagged out of line by its weight. When Adna saw the motor coming he had to choose between dropping his valise or his wife. Characteristically, he saved his valise. In spite of his wife's squawking and tugging on his left arm, he achieved safety under the portico of the Grand Central Terminal. He looked about for Kedzie. She was not to be seen.
Adna spoke up: "I'll go to Chicago and find him and get a divorce, if I have to pound it out of him. You say he's a poet?" Adna had the theory that poetry went with tatting and china-painting as an athletic exercise. Kedzie had no reason to think differently. She had whipped her own poet, scratched him and driven him away in disorder.
J. FORD KENT, Major-General Volunteers, Commanding First Division Fifth Corps. J. C. BATES, Major-General Volunteers, Commanding Provisional Division. ADNA R. CHAFFEE, Major-General Commanding Third Brigade, Second Division. SAMUEL S. SUMNER, Brigadier-General Volunteers, Commanding First Brigade Cavalry. WILL LUDLOW, Brigadier-General Volunteers, Commanding First Brigade, Second Division.
Adna Thropp and his wife were impressed by the ornate lobby of the apartment-house, by the livery of the hall-boy and the elevator-boy, by the apron and cap of the maid who let them in, and by the hall furniture. But when they saw their little Kedzie standing before them in her evening gown her party dress as Mrs. Thropp would say they were overwhelmed.
Adna, hearing the door-bell and Dyckman's entrance, returned to the living-room from the bathroom, where he had taken refuge. He stood in the hall now behind the puzzled Dyckman. There was a dreadful silence for a moment. Jim spoke, shyly: "Hello, Anita! How are you?" "Hello, Jim!" Kedzie stammered. "This is " "I'm the janitor's wife," said Mrs. Thropp.
One of the smoking-room humorists mocked his accent and ventured a crude jape. "You can save the price of a hack-ride by going to Mrs. Biltmore's new boarding-house. It's right across the road from the depot." If Adna had been as keen as he thought he was, or if the porter had not alarmed him just then by his affectionate interest, even Adna would have noted the grins on the faces of the men.
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