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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 158 pages of information about Van Bibber and Others.

“Then why does she stay in it?” said Andy M’Gee.

“Well, they tell me she’s got a brother to support.  He’s too young or too lazy to work, or a cripple or something.  She tried giving singing lessons, but she couldn’t get any pupils, and now she supports herself and her brother with this.”

Andy M’Gee felt a great load lifted off his mind.  He became more and more interested in Miss Agnes Carroll, and he began to think up little speeches to make to her, which were intended to show how great his respect for her was, and what an agreeable young person he might be if you only grew to know him.  But she never grew to know him.  She always answered him very quietly and very kindly, but never with any show of friendliness or with any approach to it, and he felt that he would never know her any better than he did on the first night she spoke to him.  But three or four times he found her watching him, and he took heart at this and from something he believed he saw in her manner and in the very reticence she showed.  He counted up how much of his pay he had saved, and concluded that with it and with what he received monthly he could very well afford to marry.  When he decided on this he became more devoted to her, and even the girls stopped laughing about it now.  They saw it was growing very serious indeed.

One afternoon there was a great fire, and he and three others fell from the roof and were burned a bit, and the boy ambulance surgeon lost his head and said they were seriously injured, which fact got into the afternoon papers, and when Andy turned up as usual at the Opera House there was great surprise and much rejoicing.  And the next day one of the wounded firemen who had had to remain in the hospital overnight told Andy that a most beautiful lady had come there and asked to see him and had then said:  “This is not the man; the papers said Mr. M’Gee was hurt.”  She had refused to tell her name, but had gone away greatly relieved.

Andy dared to think that this had been Agnes Carroll, and that night he tried to see her to speak to her, but she avoided him and went at once to her dressing-room whenever she was off the stage.  But Andy was determined to speak to her, and waited for her at the stage door, instead of going back at once to the engine house to make out his report, which was entirely wrong, and which cost him a day’s pay.  It was Tuesday night, and salaries had just been given all around, and the men and girls left the stage door with the envelopes in their hands and discussing the different restaurants at which they would fitly celebrate the weekly walk of the ghost.  Agnes came out among the last, veiled, and moving quickly through the crowd of half-grown boys, and men about town, and poor relations who lay in wait and hovered around the lamp over the stage door like moths about a candle.  Andy stepped forward quickly to follow her, but before he could reach her side a man stepped up to her, and she stopped

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