For Woman's LoveSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
General
For Woman's Love
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
Mr. Rockharrt seized upon four seats, in order to secure three. He put
Cora in one and told her to put her traveling bag on the other, to hold
it for Mrs. Stillwater. Then he took possession of the seat in front of
her.
"As soon as this crowd settles itself down and leaves something like a
free passageway, I will go through the train and find Mrs. Stillwater.
She is bound to be on board. She is no baby to lose herself," said Mr.
Rockharrt, and though his words were confident, his tone seemed anxious.
The people all got seated at last and the long train moved.
Mr. Rockharrt left his seat, and stooping over his granddaughter, he
whispered:
"I am going now to look for Mrs. Stillwater and fetch her here."
He passed slowly down the car, looking from side to side, and then out
through the back door to the rear cars, and so out of Cora's sight.
He was gone about fifteen minutes. At the end of that time he
reappeared, and came up the car and stopped to speak to Cora: "She is
not in any of the rear cars. I am going forward to look for her. This
comes of traveling in a crowd."
He went on as before, looking carefully from side to side, passed out of
the front door and again out of Cora's sight. This time he was gone
twenty minutes. When he come back his face wore an expression of the
greatest anxiety.
"She is not on the train. She has been left behind! Foolish woman, to
let herself be separated from us in this stupid way!" testily exclaimed
the Iron King, as he dropped himself heavily into his seat.
"What can be done?" exclaimed Cora, now seriously uneasy about her
unwelcome companion, because she feared that Rose might have been seized
with one of her sharp and sudden headaches and had stepped away from
them as she had done in the church.
"I hope she has had the presence of mind, on finding herself left, to
return to the hotel and wait for the next train. This is the express,
and does not stop until we reach Garrison's. But when we get there I
will telegraph to her and tell her what train to take. It is all an
infernal nuisance--this being jostled about by a crowd."
Cora was consulting a time table. She looked up from it and said:
"It will all come right, sir. There is another train at half-past eight.
If she should take that, she will reach West Point in full time for the
opening of the exercises. We started unnecessarily early."
"I always take time by the forelock, Cora. That habit is one of the
factors of my success in life."
The express train flew on, and in due time reached Garrison's, opposite
West Point. The ferry boat was waiting for the train. As soon as it
stopped, Mr. Rockharrt handed his granddaughter out. The other
passengers followed, and made a rush for the boat.
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