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Updated: June 23, 2025
His agitation could hardly have escaped notice had not the doctor's attention, and that of the crowd that quickly gathered, been absorbed by the young woman who had fallen. During the time occupied in carrying her into the drugstore, restoring her to consciousness, and sending her home in a carriage, Tryon had time to recover in some degree his self-possession.
Without further parley he took the address of the garage where the machine had been hired, and walked on to the drugstore. He was back again in five minutes, relieved to find her safe and the brother still quiet. While waiting for the cab it occurred to him that he should also have telephoned for a physician to meet them when they reached the house. But Miss Arsdale objected at once to this.
"You'll come to-morrow?" "I'll come to-morrow," she repeated, drawing away from him a little. "And we shall be friends?" She nodded. "I must go now, I think." "Addio!" he said. "I shall look for you. For the present I must remain here, with the Committee." When Janet reached Faber Street she halted on the corner of Stanley to stare into the window of the glorified drugstore.
He accompanied them outside, though, a few moments later, he excused himself, saying that he had to go to the nearest drugstore to write a short letter and post it. "What do you think of Radwin?" Hal asked. "Why, I guess he's a good deal the sort of fellow that Rhinds wants," Captain Jack answered, slowly. "Don't you like Rhinds?" demanded Eph.
Miss Adair, Hear my prayer Do I dare Call my love when I meet her "Anita"? Anita! Anita!! In the silence that followed she whisked out a box of shrimp-pink letter-paper she had bought at a drugstore. It was daintily ruled in violet lines and had a mauve "A" at the top. She wrote on it the simple but thrilling answer: DEAR TOMMIE, You bet your boots!
Where should she say the drugstore was? "I know," she cried. "Over to Grandma's hurry!" Grandmother Hastings glanced up from her sewing in surprise as Brother and Sister tumbled up the steps of the side porch where she sat. "Oh, Grandma!" and Sister fell over the Boston fern in her eagerness to explain the play.
On a warm evening like this he would have stood round at the corner where the drugstore was, talking to fellows he knew, giggling when the girls who lived in the street, walking arm and arm, twined in couples or trios, passed by affecting ignorance of the glances that followed them.
"Two winters I was down south and managed to keep Parnassus going all through the season. Otherwise, I just lay up wherever I am. I've never found it hard to get lodging for Peg and a job for myself, if I had to have them. Last winter I worked in a bookstore in Boston. Winter before, I was in a country drugstore down in Pennsylvania.
So it was when, near the heat of the day, the good man arrived at the drugstore, the last and only unvisited division of trade, he made his appearance equipped with half a hundred packages, which nestled in his arms and bulged out about the sections of his clothing that boasted of pockets.
Bud went into the drugstore, remained there for five minutes perhaps, and emerged with a morning paper which he rolled up and put into his pocket. He had glanced through its feature news, and had read hastily one front-page article that had nothing whatever to do with the war, but told about the daring robbery of a jewelry store in San Francisco the night before.
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