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The Lucky Seventh

Chapter 9 MR. MERRICK BREAKS A PLATE

Word Count: 1799    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

s experiences, the big yellow-sided car was coming to a stop at the foot of B Street, from where it was but two short blocks to Brentwood. The prolonged and frantic whistling had s

lready at the doorway. Gordon remained without and soon the men who had carried Morris inside returned to linger about the door and await the

hand was a rustic seat, placed against the wall of the screened porch, and on this Gordon subsided with a big sigh of relief. Inside the house a telephone bell rang shrilly. Footsteps hurried. The voices in the room upstairs still came indistinctly through the open window. It was pretty late, Gordo

couldn't be morning, for it was almost dark and-and where was he? He sat up quickly then and gazed about him in blank surprise until h

ll the time?" asked L

p," admitted Gordon sheepis

ight. "He's pretty badly hurt," she said. "One le

l?" he aske

ems to me it's qui

a sigh of relief-"I was afraid he

he will get his senses back in a little while. He must have had an awful blow on his

unate ride rather uncertainly. Somehow,

pping the trolley car was fine, Gordon. You must have been dreadfully s

er if Morris had been thrown out of the car too. It

ith the-that thing you spoke of," she said admiringly. "G

ter be going hom

u haven't had any supper, have you?

mighty glad he isn't hurt any worse. I'll come aro

a will want to

r is pretty angry, is

e will have something to say to Morris later. I felt all the time that he shou

rimly. "A broken leg will keep him laid up a long t

ocks. His father was on the porch, reading under the electric light, when Gordon reac

where have you

he Point,

ly often that I do not like y

assented Gor

ter go up to your room. You don't deserve supper at this hour. A

ry alluring. Mr. Merrick showed that the conversation was at an end by again hiding his face behind the newspaper and Gordon went indoors and qui

er, but I put a little something on a plate for you. It's on your bureau. You shouldn't stay

d Gordon. "I-I'm not very hung

feel well?" inquired M

ssed her and went on up the second flight. Half-way up, though, he p

om injury and sorry that Morris would have to lie abed for many weeks while his broken leg knit together again. Finally he dozed off only to awake in a terror, imagining that he was riding in an automobile that was just about to plunge down a cliff so steep and deep that the bottom was miles away! He awoke shaking and muttering and it took him several seconds to reassure himself and throw off the effects of the nightmare. After that he tossed and turned until he remembered the plate on the bureau. He got up and

... No.... W

ng he knew someone was pushing open his bedro

," answer

r to the bed. "Time you were asleep, son

ep once, sir. Som

king to Mr. Brent on t

s,

me about the

id he say ho

Why didn't you-hm-why did

sir. I was sort

Morris almost half a mil

And I didn't carry him. He w

m home as quick as you did. Mr. Brent is-hm-very gra

urmured Gordon. "I

morning. I-hm-I'm sorry I was so shor

t to have. It-it'

f you're hun

ir. I-no, s

orage around and find something. Su

r, than

ordon's arm and pressed it. "Sorry I sco

s rather embarrassing and h

ight, G

night,

was a sound of cracking and cru

Merrick in surprise, pe

ate, sir. Mot

ments under the bed. "I-hm-I can understand that you aren't very hungr

age beyond the window. It was all right about that lunch.

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