Excerpt: ... hundred and seventy-five dollars a month. Keep it in view, kid. You heard what the president said." "Nonsense!" flushed Ralph; "my highest ambition for a long time to come is to run a locomotive." Mrs. Fairbanks regarded her son with humid eyes as he told the story of the day that night. She did not try to express her emotion. She could not. Ever since Ralph had resolutely started at work, there had been what she greeted as a continual round of blessings. And Ralph shared her heartfelt gratefulness. Right after ...
Read More
Excerpt: ... hundred and seventy-five dollars a month. Keep it in view, kid. You heard what the president said." "Nonsense!" flushed Ralph; "my highest ambition for a long time to come is to run a locomotive." Mrs. Fairbanks regarded her son with humid eyes as he told the story of the day that night. She did not try to express her emotion. She could not. Ever since Ralph had resolutely started at work, there had been what she greeted as a continual round of blessings. And Ralph shared her heartfelt gratefulness. Right after supper they started together to visit Mrs. Davis. Ralph carried a basket which contained some dainties his mother had prepared for the invalid. On their way Ralph told his mother of the suspicious circumstances of Gasper Farrington's visit to the Davis home the evening previous. He thought she ought now to know of it. He intimated, too, that it might be wise to warn Mrs. Davis. "If she would only talk out what is evidently preying on her mind," observed Mrs. Fairbanks, "we could understand the situation much more clearly." "You know she has promised to enlighten us in a way, this evening," suggested Ralph. "The house is dark," said his mother, as they neared it. "Yes, and--why, mother! the door is open." Ralph knocked loudly. There was no response. "I hope nothing is amiss," murmured Mrs. Fairbanks, in a fluttering tone. She groped her way down the dark hall and into the sitting room, stumbling over some garments lying on the floor which nearly tripped her up. "Mrs. Davis! Mrs. Davis!" she called, "are you here?" Again there was only silence. Mrs. Fairbanks sighed with deep suspense. "Perhaps I had better get a light," suggested Ralph. "I wish you would," said his mother. Ralph flared a match. He discovered a lamp on a mantel-shelf and lighted it. Mother and son glanced about the apartment searchingly. On the floor lay the heavy shawl Mrs. Fairbanks had stumbled over. A little table was overturned. A drapery that had festooned the entrance...
Read Less
Add this copy of Ralph in the Switch Tower to cart. $15.30, new condition, Sold by Ingram Customer Returns Center rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from NV, USA, published 2023 by Culturea.
