The New Gentleman of the Road
Herbert Welsh
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, Jan. 13, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ...The nearest hotel was several miles further on. As the responsible head of the party, I judged that it would be a good thing to try to obtain lodgings at the little white cottage that had placed itself so happily in our path. The ladies were agreeable to the arrangements, and so was Mrs. Walton, the, mistress of the house. There were some slight inconveniences attending the improvised plan, but they were not unsurmount able. And there we had shelter, food, rest, and sound sleep until the bright morning of May 18th. HE morning of May 18th, slightly misty, but with the Tpromise of a fair day, found me in the attic of Mrs. Walton’s wayside cottage, wide awake and planning for the immediate future by 6 o’clock. It is a different and much sterner outlook when you have three ladies on a long walk as your responsibility, instead of your single masculine self, no matter how reliant and efficient may be your charges. I felt the difference, but tried to face the task with courageous faith. But I owed the substantial comfort of that tiny room under the shingles, through which peeped here and there pin-points of daylight, to the energy and initiative of the youngest member of our group, Dorothy Whipple. She it was who, seeing I was about to be exiled to sleep on the barn floor, used her influence with success to have an unused cot set up with sheets and a blanket in this unthought-of corner of the house, and with her own hands carried water and other appurtenances for the improvised bed-room. Our party met, bright and refreshed, about 7.30 o’clock at the breakfast table. I approached our hostess with some curiosity on the question of our collective indebtedness. She very modestly asked: “ Will $10 be too much?” I thought...