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He didn't WANT any rest, he told Alice impatiently, when she suggested that the idle day might be good for him. Late that afternoon he walked over to the apartment house where old Charley Lohr lived, and gave his friend the letter he wanted the head of Lamb and Company to receive "personally."
Then the rest laughed and took seats, but Brann remained standing near Albert's chair. He had not finished yet. "I'm mighty glad yeh don't lay it up against me, Lohr; an' I want 'o say the doctor's bill is all right; you un'erstand, it's all right." Albert looked at him a moment in surprise.
"I ought to do that, of course; but in some way or other I just don't seem to be able to to manage it." "Why in the world not?" the mystified Lohr inquired. "I could hardly tell you 'less'n it is to say that when you been with one boss all your life it's so so kind of embarrassing to quit him, I just can't make up my mind to go and speak to him about it.
"'S all he tell me; 's all I know." "What's he look like?" "He ain't much," she said. "'Bout you' age; got brustly white moustache, nice eye-glasses." "It's Charley Lohr!" Adams exclaimed. "I'll go see what he wants." "But, Virgil," his wife remonstrated, "do finish your coffee; he might stay all evening. Maybe he's come to call." Adams laughed. "He isn't much of a caller, I expect.
Albert Lohr was studying the motion of the ropes and lamps, and listening to the rumble of the wheels and the roar of the ferocious wind against the pane of glass that his head touched. It was the midnight train from Marion rushing toward Warsaw like some savage thing unchained, creaking, shrieking, and clattering through the wild storm which possessed the whole Mississippi Valley.
And as he went down the steps, she ran back into the house and closed the door heavily behind her. Her mother's wailing could still be heard from overhead, though more faintly; and old Charley Lohr was coming down the stairs alone. He looked at Alice compassionately. "I was just comin' to suggest maybe you'd excuse yourself from your company," he said.
How could he expect to LIVE, after he got away, if he didn't have a little money? Oh, poor, poor, POOR Walter! Poor, poor, poor " She went back to this repetition; and Adams went back to his own, then paused, seeing his old friend standing in the hallway outside the open door. "Ah I'll just be goin', I guess, Virgil," Lohr said. "I don't see as there's any use my tryin' to say any more.
"He's out again after his long spell of sickness, and the way it looks to me he'd better stayed in bed." "You mean he still looks too bad to be out?" "Oh, I expect he's gettin' his HEALTH back," Lohr said, frowning. "Then what's the matter with him? You mean he's lost his mind?" "My goodness, but women do jump at conclusions!" he exclaimed. "Well," said Mrs.
Then she rearranged us all, and Hella and I were moved to the 5th bench on the window side; the two twins, the Ehrenfelds got our places; in front of us is Lohr and a new girl called Friederike Hammer whose father is a confectioner in Mariahilferstrasse. We are awfully glad that we have got away from that hateful third bench where she used so often to stand near us and lay her hand on the desk.
Lohr gave him a note to me, and he was really a very pleasant-looking young man. A VERY pleasant-looking young man," Mrs. Adams repeated with increased animation and a thoughtful glance at her daughter. "He's a Mr. Will Dickson; he has a first-rate position with the gas works, Mrs. Lohr says, and he's fully able to afford a nice room.
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