The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the PlainsHough, Emerson
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The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains
Hough, Emerson
Great Plains -- Fiction; Historical fiction, American
"That's all right, friend," said Del, apparently relieved. "I didn't
know but you'd drew to the red-headed waiter girl. I sorter 'lowed I'd
drift over in thataway, when she starts up."
Sam, the driver, was sitting rapt, staring mutely across the great gulf
fixed between him and Nora, the head waiter. Nora, by reason of her
authority in position, was entitled to wear a costume of white, whereas
the waiters of lower rank were obliged by house rules to attire
themselves in dark skirts. To Sam's eyes, therefore, Nora, arrayed in
this distinguishing garb, appeared at once the more fair and the more
unapproachable. As she sat, the light glinting upon her glasses, her
chin well upheld, her whole attitude austere and commanding, Sam felt
his courage sink lower and lower, until he became abject and abased.
Fascinated none the less, he gazed, until Curly poked him sharply and
remarked:
"Which 'un you goin' to make a break fer, Sam?"
"I--I d-d-don't know," said Sam, startled and disturbed.
"Reckon you'd like to mingle some with Nory, hey?"
"W-w-w-well--" began Sam defensively.
"But she don't see it that way. Not in a hundred. Why, she'll be
dancin' with Cap Franklin, or Batty, er some folks that's more in her
line, you see. Why in h----l don't you pick out somebody more in yer own
bunch, like?" Curly was meaning to be only judicial, but he was cruel.
Sam collapsed and sat speechless. He had long felt that his ambition
was sheer presumption.
The hours grew older. At the head of the hall the musicians manifested
more signs of their inexorable purpose. A sad, protesting squeal came
from the accordion. The violins moaned, but were held firm. The worst
might be precipitated at any moment.
But again there was a transfer of the general attention toward the
upper end of the hall. The door once more opened, and there appeared a
little group of three persons, on whom there was fixed a regard so
steadfast and so silent that it might well have been seen that they
were strangers to all present. Indeed, there was but one sound audible
in the sudden silence which fell as these three entered the room. Sam,
the driver, scraped one foot unwittingly upon the floor as he half
leaned forward and looked eagerly at them as they advanced.
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