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John Smauker. 'Gentlemen, my friend Mr. Weller. 'Sorry to keep the fire off you, Weller, said Mr. Tuckle, with a familiar nod. 'Hope you're not cold, Weller. 'Not by no means, Blazes, replied Sam. 'It 'ud be a wery chilly subject as felt cold wen you stood opposite. You'd save coals if they put you behind the fender in the waitin'-room at a public office, you would.
An' it's willing I'd be to take up your name, but I'm afraid that it's little good it 'ud be after doin' ye. There's more than a dozen men in the waitin'-room now, an' they've been there for the last half-hour. Not a single one I've sent up has come down again."
I wus glad on his account, and also on my own; for at the last minute, as you may say, who should come a runnin' down to the depot but Sam Shelmadine, a wantin' to send a errent by me to Washington. He kinder wunk me out to one side of the waitin'-room, and asked me "if I would try to get him a license to steal horses."
"You ain't found him? Here, Cherry, you take the children and the bundles and put them in the waitin'-room and then come straight back here and we'll help Miss Worth'ton hunt her father." "I don't want to be put in the waitin'-room!" wailed Helen Louise in protest, "I want to stay with Papa!" Mrs.
The engine came up an' wint half over me widout givin' me a scratch, bekase av my centraleous situation, an' then the porther-men pulled me out, nigh sick wid fright, sor, as ye may guess. A jintleman in the crowd sings out: 'I'm a medical man! an' they tuk me in the waitin'-room, an' he investigated me, havin' turned everybody else out av the room.
I stuck the suit-case right where you got it from just now; and while I ain't sayin' nothin' about what happened back yonder in the cab, Mr. Carroll, I'll bet anything in the world that that there suit-case is the same one she carried through the waitin'-room and handed to me." "H-m! Peculiar. You drove straight out here, Walters?" "Straight as a bee-line, sir.
As he looked about dismally, disconsolately, his hands deep in his pockets, his straw hat pulled low over his sleepy eyes, the station agent came up to him with a knowing grin on his face. "'Scuse me, boss, but she's come," he said, winking. "She? Who?" "Her. The young lady. Sure! She's lookin' fer you over in the waitin'-room.
I'd loaded him into an elevator and was strollin' through the waitin'-room, when Old Hickory comes paddin' out as slinky as a man of his weight can. "Young man," says he, "where is that Captain person?" "About the tenth floor by now, sir," says I. "Bring him back," says Mr. Ellins, sharp and snappy. "Through the private entrance. Understand?"
Why, she says she didn't know which way to turn or what to do next she was that mixed up. "An' then yesterday mornin' come the final bang as bu'sted Mrs. Macy! She got a letter from a man as said he'd meet her in the station an' tattoo her name right on her in the ladies' waitin'-room, so as her friends could easy find her an' know her body at the morgue. Well, she said that ended her.
"Yes; I think I shall go west in my car in an hour or so. Why?" "There ain't any 'why, I guess, if you feel like goin'. But what I don't savvy is why them fellows back yonder in the waitin'-room are so dead anxious to find out if you are goin'."
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