She was seated on a doorstep asking for pity and some money. I traveled a lot, as went to every state with the exception of Texas and Alaska. I rode trains, met people, some real, some fake, but all were there riding to gain something.
Beatrice, was her name, a slim somewhat sexy young woman, and we met aboard the Broadway Limited heading for Washington D.C. She was interesting, fun to talk to, well dressed, a nice smile, I asked her to join me for diner in the dinner. We sat and ate, as the wine vanished she asked me to follower her to her stateroom and some talking and fun. I stayed to pay for the diner, as she went ahead to tidy up her room.
"Excuse me sir, you were with that lady, is she traveling with you," asked the dinning car head-steward.
"Actually, no, we met earlier in the observation car, where I invited her for diner.
"Do you know she is a huckster, a lady or the evening, and she travels with a man who has said he is her husband."
"Oh really, I said, gaining new knowledge of a nice person doing underhanded things. I thanked the steward and tipped the man twenty buck for keeping me for getting into trouble. I was much later and I heard a ruckass happening in the hallway of my Pullman car.
i opened the door to my Drawing room space, and saw her, she with a young him and an older, as fat man all arguing with the train Conductor.
"Excuse me, please, please," I said as everything in the hallway ceased. "I trust there is some trouble about that man being in her stateroom, as her husband came along and found them in a precarious potions, yes, no?
Conductor, the woman is a hustler huckster and the man who specified he was her husband is her straight-man. I suggest you turn the two young folks over to the next police department and let that foolish old man go to his stateroom to think about his future."
Some hot words came from that nice lady, she had a temper, and knew lost of nasty words. The Conductor returned and thanked me, as informed me there was a warrant out for the arresting of the two hucksters. That was a lesson to me as not to be too willing, as drop some coins of if feeling kind, a five dollar bill.
Good story, well written, and a reminder to me, I say thanks! |
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