Located in the checkroom in Union Station as I am, I see
everybody that comes up the stairs. Harry came in a little over
three years ago and waited at the head of the stairs for the passengers from the
9:05 train. I remember seeing Harry that first evening. He wasn’t much more than
a thin, anxious kid then. He was all dressed up and I knew he was meeting his
girl and that they would be married twenty minutes after she arrived.
Well, the passengers came up and 1 had to get busy. I didn’t look toward
the stairs again until nearly time for the 9: 18 and I was very surprised to see
that the young fellow was still there. She didn’t come on the
9:18 either, nor on the 9 ’ 40, and when the passengers from the 10: 02 had all
arrived and left, Harry was looking pretty desperate. Pretty soon he came close
to my window so I called out and asked him what she looked like. The author works at a ______.