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Brett should have left New York, or lest, if still in town, he might be surprised or shocked at my taking him at his word. I was past being hungry now, but my head ached and I felt dull and stupid. There was hardly anyone in the Turkish Room, for all the world of the Waldorf-Astoria was lunching.
On such a night there was indeed no place like home, limited though home was to a second-story "bed sitting-room" in a house of "furnished rooms to let" on a crosstown street traversing the part of New York dominated by the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. Mr.
Cis shook her head. Hers was an affection not lightly bestowed nor easily withdrawn from its dear object. "I saw HIM go into the Waldorf-Astoria by the floor on the Thirty-third Street side," she recalled tenderly. Recollection brought a sweet, far-away look into those violet-blue eyes.
By that time it was after two; and if only they had known, I was leaving the Waldorf-Astoria to take the train for Chicago with Mr. Brett. Mrs. Ess Kay was so nervous with her headache and the reaction after all her work in getting up the Great Affair, that when she was told I was nowhere to be found, she had hysterics, and slapped Louise.
"Some chuck," he said in an attempt at good-fellowship, "but not to remind you of the Waldorf-Astoria." "I should say not," she answered, testing one of her dishes cautiously. "But why associate me with New York?" "You can't hide those things in a joint like this. Besides, that's the way you registered." "Oh, so you've looked me up."
A sigh escaped Lazaro's lips, and that sigh was precisely like many a one Hagan had heard Del Norte heave. "Ah, yes," said the man, with pathetic sadness; "I have looked in a mirror, and I know I am an old, old man. But Frank Merriwell shall not find me too old to wreak vengeance upon him!" The main dining room of the Waldorf-Astoria was well filled, almost every table being taken.
But the gambling business, says he, 'from the profitable side of the table is a good compromise between swiping silver spoons and selling penwipers at a Waldorf-Astoria charity bazar. "'Then, says I, 'Mr. Bassett, you don't care to talk over my little business proposition? "'Why, says he, 'do you know, you can't get a Pasteur institute to start up within fifty miles of where I live.
The American who would get any notion of British enterprise or British energy must go afield to the Upper Nile and Equatorial Africa, to divers parts of Asia and Australia. He cannot see the Assouan dam, the Cape to Cairo Railway, the Indian irrigation works, from the Carlton Hotel, any more than a foreigner can measure the destiny of the American people by dining at the Waldorf-Astoria.
I know few things more offensive than the behaviour of a certain class of German when he is in Paris. The noisy, nasal American at the Carlton or Savoy is no more representative of America than the loud-voiced, check-suited Englishman at Delmonico's or the Waldorf-Astoria is the man by whom you wish your nation to be judged.
Astor to the Astor home on Fifth Avenue. The Waldorf-Astoria had sent over eight limousine car to convey to the hotel these survivors: Mrs. Mark Fortune and three daughters, Mrs. Lucien P. Smith, Mrs. J. Stewart White, Mrs. Thornton Davidson, Mrs. George C. Douglass, Mrs. George D. Widener and maid, Mrs. George Wick, Miss Bonnell, Miss E. Ryerson, Mrs. Susan P. Ryerson, Mrs.
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