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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Same to you," said the old gentleman, scrambling up the unswept, cinder-covered steps into the day-coach. At the front end of the train, the baggage man was tumbling into the express car the fine, leather-covered boxes and the one square trunk. Neale carried Eugenia's two small bags down to the drawing-room car and now handed them to the porter.
"He was brought down here by a very respectable-looking, I may say interesting, and rather pretty woman, I should think about thirty." "Then she must have been handsome when this boy was born," replied the young lady: "I consider that another proof. Where is she?" "Went away this morning by the day-coach, leaving the boy with the captain, who sent his coxswain for him."
They did not go with guns to the secretary and keeper of the seal and say, "Bide where ye be"; but they went into court and swore out warrants for the arrest of the secretary and those of the directors who favored the sale, charging them with conspiracy. It was midnight in Spokane. A black locomotive, hitched to a dark day-coach, stood in front of the Great Northern station.
Then, she had traveled in a Pullman. This, she learned, was called a day-coach. Her husband did everything in his power to mitigate the rigors of the trip. He made a pillow for her with his coat, bought her fruits, candies and magazines from the train-boy, until she protested. Best of all, he divined and respected her disinclination for conversation.
That morning a telegram from Moorlock had reached him, telling him that there was serious trouble with the bridge and that he was needed there at once, so he had caught the first train out of New York. He had taken a seat in a day-coach to avoid the risk of meeting any one he knew, and because he did not wish to be comfortable.
The face of the impertinent one crimsoned with embarrassment. He mumbled something about not meaning any offense, fussed with his watch- charm for a minute, coughed and finally fled to the day-coach. Donna smiled after his retreating figure. How good it was, after three years of subjection to the vulgar advances of just such fellows as he, to reflect that at last she was to have a protector!
Under the moon, under the cold, splendid stars, there were only those two things awake and sleepless; death and love, the rushing river and his burning heart. Alexander sat up and looked about him. The train was tearing on through the darkness. All his companions in the day-coach were either dozing or sleeping heavily, and the murky lamps were turned low.
Marise noted that characteristically Eugenia had forgotten Paul. But Paul had forgotten her, too, and was now back near the day-coach searching one window after another. The conductor signaled widely, the whistle shrieked, the wheels groaned. Neale drew Marise a little back out of the whirl of dust and stood holding her arm for an instant.
Is you the gen'leman from the stateroom in fourteen? Do you want a lower?" "No, thank you. Is there a smoking car?" "They is the day-coach smokah, but it ain't likely very clean at this time o' night." "That's all right. It's forward?"
It was a day-coach. She had all the time in the world to think things out. Her grandparents were back in the city house, she knew. They would be glad to see her in their different ways, she knew that, too. She could drop into her niche noiselessly, with scarcely a question from Grandfather, and all the lovingness in the world from Grandmother, except if Grandfather needed attention.
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