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Letters from the Far East . purchased our tickets for us. He said he wouldcome at once. We then accosted the man in the bag-gage-room, and explained to him our dilemma. Hewas most obliging, and allowed us to identify our bag-gage without the claim checks, and checked them with-out the tickets; agreeing that they should be put onboard in case the tickets did not arrive in time. Wewished we might go as easily as our baggage; and de-cided to do so, tickets or no tickets; and having learnedthe number of our parlor-car seats in our conversa-tion with Mr. Wheeler, we boarded the train and tookposses
Letters from the Far East . purchased our tickets for us. He said he wouldcome at once. We then accosted the man in the bag-gage-room, and explained to him our dilemma. Hewas most obliging, and allowed us to identify our bag-gage without the claim checks, and checked them with-out the tickets; agreeing that they should be put onboard in case the tickets did not arrive in time. Wewished we might go as easily as our baggage; and de-cided to do so, tickets or no tickets; and having learnedthe number of our parlor-car seats in our conversa-tion with Mr. Wheeler, we boarded the train and tookpossession of them. We saw Mr. Wheeler racing down the platform,having done some lively sprinting all the way from theFord Building; and at the same time some one ranalong and thrust our bag into our hand; we could onlygasp out that in the haste one of our suitcases had beenleft in the auto. Some one, we hardly knew who, flewback for it; Mr. Wheeler had planned to try and holdthe train a few minutes, as he happily knew the engi-. LETTERS FROM THE FAR EAST 9 neer; but a couple of minutes before the time arrived,our suitcase was thrown onto the platform at our feet. The good-bys were necessarily hasty and possiblysaved us all the pangs of parting by so being; and wethankfully settled ourselves in our seats as the trainpulled out from the station, bound for Montreal. The day passed comfortably and uneventfully. Ourtrain was on time; and at p. m, we pulled into thestation at Montreal, where we were to change cars. Everywhere we were reminded of the war. Canadiansoldiers were in evidence at every place; and when wecrossed the line into Canada, an official went throughthe train, asking the destination of all passengers. At ten-fifteen we were again on our way, and aftera comfortable night, awoke to behold the beauties ofthe Canadian scenery. In the dining-car the menu was simple, and on thebill of fare was printed a warning against waste andextravagance. The serving of beef and bacon
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