The Short Line War by Merwin-Webster
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in a department store. He went through yards of samples, fingered dozens
of fabrics; he discussed and suggested, all with a critical air that amused Miss Porter. She tried at first to take him seriously, but finally gave up, leaned against the counter and laughed. "Suppose we go up to the waiting room," she said. "You can talk, anyway." With a smile Harvey assented, and they seated themselves near the railing, where they could look down on the human kaleidoscope below. "By the way," said Harvey, after they had chatted for some time, "this morning's _Tribune_ has a good joke on one of your Truesdale neighbors. Did you see it?" "No. Tell me about it." "Why, it seems that he--it was Judge Black--is up at Waupaca. He went there in a hurry from Lake Geneva to get away from some cases that were following him and spoiling the vacation he's been trying to get since July. He moved so quickly that his trunk left him and went up to Minnesota or somewhere. Well, the Judge was asked to speak at an entertainment the first night at the hotel. An hour or so before the time set for the speech he fell into the lake and ruined his only suit of clothes. There wasn't a man there anywhere near his size, so he appeared before the guests of the Grand View Hotel in the 'bus man's overalls." Katherine laughed heartily. "Father will enjoy that," she said. "He loves to laugh at Judge Black." And she added, "I wonder where father is." |
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