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The Bus Station (1)Located in the checkroom in Union Station as I am, I see everybody that comes up the stairs. (2)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. (3)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. (4)Well, the passengers came up and I 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. (5)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. (6)She’s small and dark, he said, and nineteen years old and very neat in the way she walks. She has a face, he said, thinking a minute, that has lots of spirit. I mean she can get mad but she never stays mad for long, and her eyebrows come to a little point in the middle. She抯 got a brown fur, but maybe she isn抰 wearing it. (7)I couldn抰 remember seeing anybody like that. (8)He showed me the telegram he抎 received: ARRIVE THURSDAY. MEET ME STATION. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. MAY. It was from Omaha, Nebraska. (9)Well, I finally said, why don抰 you phone to your home? She抯 probably called there if she got in ahead of you. (10)He gave me a sick look. I抳e only been in town two days. We were going to meet and then drive down South where I抳e got a job. She hasn抰 any address for me. He touched the telegram. (11)When I came on duty the next day he was still there and came over as soon as he saw me. (12)Did she work anywhere? I asked. (13)He nodded. She was a typist. I telegraphed her former boss. All they know