Between the Dark and the Daylight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 192 pages of information about Between the Dark and the Daylight.

Between the Dark and the Daylight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 192 pages of information about Between the Dark and the Daylight.

“Not when I can help it,” Minver answered.  “When I broke with Boston, and went to New York, I burnt my horse-cars behind me, and never wanted to know what they looked like, one from another.”

“Well, as I was saying,” Minver’s brother went on, without regarding his impatriotism, “when I got into the horse-car at the depot, I rushed for a corner seat, and I put the picture, with its face next the car-end, between me and the wall, and kept my hand on it; and when I changed to the Back Bay car, I did the same thing.  There was a florist’s just there, and I couldn’t resist some Mayflowers in the window; I was in that condition, you know, when flowers seemed to be made for her, and I had to take her own to her wherever I found them.  I put the bunch between my knees, and kept one hand on it, while I kept my other hand on the picture at my side.  I was feeling first-rate, and when General Filbert got in after we started, and stood before me hanging by a strap and talking down to me, I had the decency to propose giving him my seat, as he was about ten years older.”

“Sure?” Minver asked.

“Well, say fifteen.  I don’t pretend to be a chicken, and never did.  But he wouldn’t hear of it.  Said I had a bundle, and winked at the bunch of Mayflowers.  We had such a jolly talk that I let the car carry me a block by and had to get out at Gloucester and run back to Exeter.  I rang, and, when the maid came to the door, there I stood with nothing but the Mayflowers in my hand.”

“Good coup de theatre,” Minver jeered.  “Curtain?”

His brother disdained reply, or was too much absorbed in his tale to think of any.  “When the girl opened the door and I discovered my fix I burst out, ‘Good Lord!’ and I stuck the bunch of flowers at her, and turned and ran.  I suppose I must have had some notion of overtaking the car with my picture in it.  But the best I could do was to let the next one overtake me several blocks down Marlborough Street, and carry me to the little jumping-off station on Westchester Park, as we used to call it in those days, at the end of the Back Bay line.

“As I pushed into the railroad office, I bet myself that the picture would not be there, and, sure enough, I won.”

“You were always a lucky dog,” Minver said.

“But the man in charge was very encouraging, and said it was sure to be turned in; and he asked me what time the car had passed the corner of Gloucester Street.  I happened to know, and then he said, Oh yes, that conductor was a substitute, and he wouldn’t be on again till morning; then he would be certain to bring the picture with him.  I was not to worry, for it would be all right.  Nothing left in the Back Bay cars was ever lost; the character of the abutters was guarantee for that, and they were practically the only passengers.  The conductors and the drivers were as honest as the passengers, and I could consider myself in the hands of friends.

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