MR. WAYT’S WIFE’S SISTER
WIFE’S SISTER
(Mary Virginia Terhune)
NEW YORK
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CONTENTS
MR. WAYT’S WIFE’S SISTER.
CHAPTER I.
One breezy May day, such a little while agothat it is hardly safe to name the year, a NewJersey ferry “car-boat” was so far behind her timethat the 12.30 train for Fairhill left without waitingfor her.
Ignorant, or incredulous of the untoward happening,the passengers rushed for and throughthe station to find egress discouraged by the impassiveofficial whose stentorian tones were roaringthrough the building the name and stoppingplaces of the next train. Among the foremost inthe pell-mell run was a hazel-eyed young manwith a gripsack in his hand, and the olive bronzeof a sea voyage upon a very good-looking face.He was always persuaded that he could haveeluded the great-voiced doorkeeper and boardedthe last platform of the moving cars, had he notrun afoul of a wheeled chair midway between theseats and inconveniently set radiators in the waitingroom, and narrowly escaped a “header.” He[2]did not actually fall; neither did he overset thevehicle. Avoiding both calamities by vaultingthe dashboard and front wheels, he yet droppedhis hat and valise in different directions, andbrought up at an obtuse angle by catching atone of the marble-topped radiators. The first usehe made of his hat, which was picked up by asmiling bystander, was to lift it to a woman whowas propelling what he had mistaken for a baby’sperambulator.
“I beg your pardon, I am sure!” he said, inmanly fashion. “I hope the”—he was about tosay “baby,” but changed the phraseology just intime—“that nobody was hurt!”
A glimpse of the occupant of the chair hadshowed him a wa