FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38  
39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   >>   >|  
ch relieved by this information. "Well, my good man, what do you wish me to do for you? anything that is in my power to--" "Thankee, ma'am, but I don't want you to do nothin' for _me_." "Then what have you to say to me?" added the old lady with a little smile that was clearly indicative of a kind little heart. "I've come to take the liberty, ma'am, of askin' you to do one of my mates a favour." "Most willingly," said Mrs Tipps with animation. "I shall never forget that you saved my dear Joseph's life by pulling him off the line when one of your dreadful engines was going straight over him. Anything that I am capable of doing for you or your friends will be but a poor return for what you have done for me. I have often asked you to allow me to make me some such return, Mr Marrot, and have been grieved at your constant refusal. I am delighted that you come to me now." "You're very good to say so, ma'am. The fact is that one o' my friends, a porter on the line, named Sam Natly, has a young wife who is, I fear, far gone wi' consumption; she's worse to-night an' poor Sam's obliged to go on night dooty, so he can't look arter her, an' the old 'ooman they've got ain't worth nothin'. So I thought I'd make bold, ma'am, to ask you to send yer servant to git a proper nurse to take charge of her to-night, it would be--" "I'll go myself!" exclaimed Mrs Tipps, interrupting, and starting up with a degree of alacrity that astonished the engine-driver. "Here, write down the address on that piece of paper--you can write, I suppose?" "Yes, ma'am," replied John, modestly, as he bent down and wrote the address in a bold flowing hand, "I raither think I _can_ write. I write notes, on a paper I've got to fill up daily, on the engine; an' w'en a man's trained to do that, ma'am, it's my opinion he's fit to write in any circumstances whatsomedever. Why, you'd hardly believe it, ma'am, but I do assure you, that I wrote my fust an' last love-letter to my missus on the engine. I was drivin' the Lightenin' at the time--that's the name o' my engine, ma'am, an' they calls me Jack Blazes in consikence--well, I'd bin courtin' Molly, off-an'-on, for about three months. She b'longed to Pinchley station, you must know, where we used to stop to give her a drink--" "What! to give Molly a drink?" "No, ma'am," replied John, with a slight smile, "to give the ingine a drink. Well, she met me nigh every day 'xcept Sundays at that s
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38  
39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

engine

 
return
 
friends
 

replied

 
address
 
nothin
 
flowing
 

raither

 

charge

 

modestly


degree
 

alacrity

 

driver

 

astonished

 
suppose
 
exclaimed
 

interrupting

 

starting

 

station

 
Pinchley

longed
 

months

 

Sundays

 

ingine

 
slight
 

courtin

 

assure

 
whatsomedever
 

circumstances

 
trained

opinion
 

Blazes

 

consikence

 

letter

 

missus

 
drivin
 

Lightenin

 

Joseph

 

pulling

 
forget

animation

 

dreadful

 

capable

 

Anything

 
engines
 

straight

 

willingly

 
Thankee
 

relieved

 

information