i remember seeing harry that first evening. he wasn`t much more than a thin, anxious kid then. he was all dressed up and i knew he was meeting his girl and that they would be married twenty minutes after she arrived.
well, the passengers came up and i had to get busy. i didn`t look toward the stairs again until nearly time for the 9:18 and i was very surprised to see that the young fellow was still there.she didn`t come on the 9:18 either, nor on the 9:40, and when the passengers from the 10:02 had all arrived and left, harry was looking pretty desperate. pretty soon he came close to my window so i called out and asked him what she looked like.
"she`s small and dark," he said, "and nineteen years old and very neat in the way she walks. she has a face," he said, thinking a minute, "that has lots of spirit. i mean she can get mad but she never stays mad for long, and her eyebrows come to a little point in the middle. she`s got a brown fur, but maybe she isn`t wearing it."i couldn`t remember seeing anybody like that.
he showed me the telegram he`d received: arrive thursday. meet me station. love love love love. may. it was from omaha, nebraska."well," i finally said, "why don`t you phone to your home? she`s probably called there if she got in ahead of you."
he gave me a sick look. "i`ve only been in town two days. we were going to meet and then drive down south where i`ve got a job. she hasn`t any address for me." he touched the telegram.
when i came on duty the next day he was still there and came over as soon as he saw me.
"did she work anywhere?" i asked.