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id: 15728
title: The Indiscreet Letter
author: Abbott, Eleanor Hallowell
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  but the voices of the Traveling Salesman and the Young Electrician Girl in the seat just behind the Traveling Salesman reached forward "Why, ''Rosie'' is nobody at all--probably," said the Traveling Salesman "Tell me about your wife," said the Youngish Girl a little wistfully. Salesman''s beaming face, ignored the Youngish Girl''s inviting hand, time came--" the grin on the Traveling Salesman''s mouth grew just a "Why, I''m sure I don''t know!" said the Youngish Girl a trifle coldly. "Oh-ho!" said the Traveling Salesman with a little sharp indrawing of "Yes, sure it will be dark," said the Traveling Salesman. "Oh--come, now!" said the Traveling Salesman''s most persuasive voice. "My wife is only a kid," said the Traveling Salesman gravely, "but she "Ain''t you scared just a little bit?" probed the Traveling Salesman. "And say," said the Traveling Salesman, "say, I don''t exactly like to "Yes, surely I am," said the Youngish Girl softly.


id: 14658
title: The Road
author: London, Jack
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  the car-ends are not "blind." When the train is going as fast as the train stops, I know those shacks will fusillade me with rocks. mile, I rise to my feet and walk down the train half a dozen cars. right, I''ll give him the run of his life, for my wind is good. went like clockwork, fifteen seconds to a hobo--and thirty days. "Thirty days," said his Honor, and called another hobo''s name. judge began talking at the same time, and he said, "Thirty days." I tramped steadily by, each man reaching with his right hand and taking half a dozen hall-men went inside and did a bit of man-handling. at night, for speed, and in the day-time riding in box-cars and see our hands in front of our faces, like a pair of blind men we The freight got under way, and we lay down in one end of the box-car


id: 16383
title: Dotty Dimple Out West
author: May, Sophie
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  "Sit up like a lady, Dotty, and you''ll look very polite, and very "Is my little girl tired?" said Mr. Parlin, putting an arm around Dotty. "I like good little girls," said Major Lazelle, "such as can ride a "There," said Horace, rubbing his hands, "I told Dotty if anybody knew "I''ll tell you what I''m thinking about," said Dotty, as the girl left "Dotty dear, you can''t keep your eyes open," said Grace, after the "Good morning, Dotty Dimple," said Horace: "did my Guinea pig wake you? "Only one day, papa!" stammered Dotty, feeling like a little kitten who "Well, Dotty Dimple," said Mrs. Clifford, when they were all on their "You musn''t call me a Yankee," said Dotty, who never liked Horace''s tone "But you can''t be, Horace," returned little Dotty, looking up at him Little Prudy''s Dotty Dimple. Little Prudy''s Dotty Dimple.


id: 5004
title: The Motor Boys on the Pacific; Or, the Young Derelict Hunters
author: Young, Clarence
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  presenting my friends, Jerry, Ned and Bob. They are booked for quite a long trip, this time; across the continent "I guess it''s good-bye to the Dartaway this trip," said Jerry. "We couldn''t get any better boat than the Dartaway, Chunky," said Ned. "That''s what we are," chimed in Jerry and Ned. The boys lost no time in sending in their claim. Early in the morning, before breakfast, Ned, Jerry and Bob went "Look out now, boys!" called Jerry, as they took the turn. "Come on!" called Jerry to Ned, Bob and the professor, who had Jerry occupied the smaller, while Bob and Ned, Olivia and Rose, got asked Jerry, for he thought there was something queer in the story Mr. Blowitz told, while the man''s manner did not favorably impress him. "How''s she running, Ned?" asked Jerry, as he looked at the engine.


id: 2506
title: The Sleeping-Car: A Farce
author: Howells, William Dean
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  THE PORTER is making up the beds in the upper and lower berths baby asleep on the seat beside her, and a stout old lady, sit confronting AGNES ROBERTS and her aunt MARY. ROBERTS (to THE PORTER, who walks away to the end of the car, and little about meeting Willis, and wondering how he''ll look, and all. Californians always telegraph, my dear; they never think of And if Willis is the least loud, he wouldn''t like Edward. ROBERTS goes and speak timidly to THE PORTER, who fails at first to ROBERTS (to THE PORTER, who is about to pull down the upper berth ROBERTS (suddenly parting the curtain of her berth, and springing his berth to re-enter it.] Good-night, sir, and I assure you _we_ shall thinking about you and Willis meeting without knowing each other made me AUNT MARY (thrusting her head from the curtains of the berth before which


id: 11263
author: Verne, Jules
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  Then I again asked what time the train left for Baku. the young Chinaman, Major Noltitz, Ephrinell, Miss Bluett, Monsieur "The major," said Popof, "has lived a long time in the Turkestan "I like this Major Noltitz," I said, "and I hope to make his "The good man of the hat trick!" said Caterna, after the baron went "I ought to tell you," said the major, "that it is the new town we are numbers, the major, the Caternas, young Pan Chao, who replies with very As we are leaving the car I am near Major Noltitz, who asks young Pan the Russian railway with the Chinese line which runs from one frontier "But this time," said the major, "it was not the Russians who built the Major Noltitz and I, Caterna and Pan-Chao are under arms at the time Popof, the major, Caterna, most of the passengers are out on the line

title:
  The Adventures of a Special Correspondent Among the Various Races and Countries of Central Asia Being the Exploits and Experiences of Claudius Bombarnac of "The Twentieth Century"


id: 13271
title: Rides on Railways
author: Sidney, Samuel
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  original route arrive at Crewe, the great workshop and railway town of the Camden Town is the great coach house of the line, where goods waggons are The best known route from London is by the Great Western Railway, which, pleasant town, with several fine old buildings, an ancient church, an open of manufactures and extension of the town of Birmingham, converted a great specimens of great merit at the last Birmingham Exhibition of manufactures. the commencement of the London and Birmingham Railway, for the manufacture of About 2,000 of the Birmingham manufacturers are what are termed garretmasters; they work themselves, and employ a few hands. pound is now manufactured, in Glamorganshire, at present a great seat of iron woodland country); secondly, Lord Dudley''s woods and works decayed, but pitcoal and iron stone or mines abounding upon his lands, but of little use; large work on the subject of gardens to great houses.


id: 37509
title: The Cassowary; What Chanced in the Cleft Mountains
author: Waterloo, Stanley
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  story, old as time, of love barred by the law which men have made for The Colonel was a man of thought, and he wanted his own sort of people The pale-faced man''s eyes were burning as he looked at her. Catherine came running to the half dazed man but for a little time he have been just this: The great serpent saw the sleeping man, and looked light came into the young man''s eyes. way--as there entered the man who had saved her life the day before and They said very little, but they looked into each other''s eyes. And this man and woman looked into each other''s eyes, he hardly "Looks that way," said the Ossified Man. And so it came, in time, that this man, in love with a woman, called her little boy, in an old song which told about a young man who went ''down


id: 33620
author: Knowles, J. Harris (John Harris)
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  Never did the great Hudson River look so beautiful or New York so hoped to have reached New Orleans in time for church service on Sunday took place: our dear old brother seemed to have a new lease of life the what looked like a forlorn town; but ere an hour or so had passed we great, double-decked tram cars, and all took in the vast extent of San day, but a wreck on the line ahead kept us for hours waiting at a place far away as one looked from the open plain, seemed here strangely near Night brought us a silver moon, which added new beauty to all our great It all looked like a great wound on the In due time we reached Ogden, a busy-looking place. night''s rest on our good car "Lucania." The country approaching St. Louis looks rich and luxuriant, with fine trees, and well-established

title:
  A Flight in Spring In the car Lucania from New York to the Pacific coast and back, during April and May, 1898


id: 40607
title: Excuse Me!
author: Hughes, Rupert
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  Mallory looked at his watch, and Marjorie''s hopes dropped like a When the porter said, "I''m afraid you got this lady''s seat," Miss "Ain''t seen nothin'' that even looks like one," said the porter. His last words floated down the aisle and met Mrs. Little Jimmie Wellington just returning from the Women''s Room, where Mallory nodded, and turned to Marjorie, with a sad, "Good night, "We had so little time to catch the train," Mallory stammered. Mallory restored Marjorie to her place in their car, and with smiles "Really!" said Mrs. Wellington, "Don''t you like tobacco?" Mallory stared and stared, till Marjorie said: way far longer, and Mallory and Marjorie felt like Pyramus and Thisbe "I''d love to, my dear," said Mrs. Wellington, "but I left home on Mallory and Marjorie heard the train-boy''s hum, but they tried to Who''s in there?" said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington,


id: 41604
title: Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman
author: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
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  and told Will''m he''d better play in there till Libby came home. Libby smiled in an amused, big-sister sort of way, asking how Will''m at the Junction knew that poor little Libby and Will''m Branfield were to Libby on their way home from school one day, and told it in such a tone Libby came home with her question, and the wild way she broke out crying When Libby came crying home from school the second time, because one of Next day, Libby told Will''m the rest of what the boys had said to her. "I thought best to tell them that," said Miss Sally, as she and Mrs. Neal went slowly back to the shop. Presently Will''m gave a little muffled sob and Libby put her arm around Santa Claus said "snip!" it was not long before half a dozen little wool


id: 54896
title: My Adventure in the Flying Scotsman; A Romance of London and North-Western Railway Shares
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  upon life for young Joshua Beakbane and myself; but whereas I thrived When he was twenty-one years of age, Joshua Beakbane, in a fit of mad Old George Beakbane, a just, proud man, sprung from a race that had solicitor something of my relations with Joshua Beakbane, also the The door through which, as I believed, Joshua Beakbane had made his and, upon asking the young man to come and see it, was surprised to Mr. Plenderleath said so, and I now returned to London with him. For a brief moment Joshua Beakbane held the paper to the light, made no question that Joshua Beakbane had at least his share of the Beakbane immediately looked out of the window, saw the police, and gone, and, on coming back, found Joshua Beakbane already with the bag The portrait of Joshua Beakbane, on the back of that London and


id: 61006
title: Young Man from Elsewhen
author: Jacobs, Sylvia
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  "Like they say, a woman''s as old as she looks, but a man ain''t old till after the old man, "So long, Papa! have picked up the old man''s ticket in the club car, but this way the "Take myself in there, long as he opens the doors," the old man "Glad to have you," the old man said, and meant it. "My name''s George Murton," the old man said. "Anybody ever tell you that you look like Wyatt Earp, Sandy?" the old trade a young, healthy body like yours for this old crippled-up one? "Like a zombie?" the old man asked. "And if you do, I''ll be dead," the old man said. "That''s right!" the old man said. old man started drinking again. It was the old man in the wheelchair who few drinks for an old man." an old man who could not do what he wanted to do on this beautiful


