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Individual
after
individual
passed
him
,
nearly
all
well
dressed
,
almost
all
indifferent
.
He
saw
coaches
rolling
by
,
gentlemen
passing
with
ladies
—
the
evening
’
s
merriment
was
beginning
in
this
region
of
theatres
and
hotels
.
Suddenly
a
coach
rolled
up
and
the
driver
jumped
down
to
open
the
door
.
Before
Hurstwood
could
act
,
two
ladies
flounced
across
the
broad
walk
and
disappeared
in
the
stage
door
.
He
thought
he
saw
Carrie
,
but
it
was
so
unexpected
,
so
elegant
and
far
away
,
he
could
hardly
tell
.
He
waited
a
while
longer
,
growing
feverish
with
want
,
and
then
seeing
that
the
stage
door
no
longer
opened
,
and
that
a
merry
audience
was
arriving
,
he
concluded
it
must
have
been
Carrie
and
turned
away
.
“
Lord
,
”
he
said
,
hastening
out
of
the
street
into
which
the
more
fortunate
were
pouring
,
“
I
’
ve
got
to
get
something
.
”
At
that
hour
,
when
Broadway
is
wont
to
assume
its
most
interesting
aspect
,
a
peculiar
individual
invariably
took
his
stand
at
the
corner
of
Twenty
-
sixth
Street
and
Broadway
—
a
spot
which
is
also
intersected
by
Fifth
Avenue
.
This
was
the
hour
when
the
theatres
were
just
beginning
to
receive
their
patrons
.
Fire
signs
announcing
the
night
’
s
amusements
blazed
on
every
hand
.
Cabs
and
carriages
,
their
lamps
gleaming
like
yellow
eyes
,
pattered
by
.
Couples
and
parties
of
three
and
four
freely
mingled
in
the
common
crowd
,
which
poured
by
in
a
thick
stream
,
laughing
and
jesting
.
On
Fifth
Avenue
were
loungers
—
a
few
wealthy
strollers
,
a
gentleman
in
evening
dress
with
his
lady
on
his
arm
,
some
club
-
men
passing
from
one
smoking
-
room
to
another
.
Across
the
way
the
great
hotels
showed
a
hundred
gleaming
windows
,
their
cafés
and
billiard
-
rooms
filled
with
a
comfortable
,
well
-
dressed
,
and
pleasure
-
loving
throng
.
All
about
was
the
night
,
pulsating
with
the
thoughts
of
pleasure
and
exhilaration
—
the
curious
enthusiasm
of
a
great
city
bent
upon
finding
joy
in
a
thousand
different
ways
.
This
unique
individual
was
no
less
than
an
ex
-
soldier
turned
religionist
,
who
,
having
suffered
the
whips
and
privations
of
our
peculiar
social
system
,
had
concluded
that
his
duty
to
the
God
which
he
conceived
lay
in
aiding
his
fellow
-
man
.
The
form
of
aid
which
he
chose
to
administer
was
entirely
original
with
himself
.
It
consisted
of
securing
a
bed
for
all
such
homeless
wayfarers
as
should
apply
to
him
at
this
particular
spot
,
though
he
had
scarcely
the
wherewithal
to
provide
a
comfortable
habitation
for
himself
.
Taking
his
place
amid
this
lightsome
atmosphere
,
he
would
stand
,
his
stocky
figure
cloaked
in
a
great
cape
overcoat
,
his
head
protected
by
a
broad
slouch
hat
,
awaiting
the
applicants
who
had
in
various
ways
learned
the
nature
of
his
charity
.
For
a
while
he
would
stand
alone
,
gazing
like
any
idler
upon
an
ever
-
fascinating
scene
.
On
the
evening
in
question
,
a
policeman
passing
saluted
him
as
“
captain
,
”
in
a
friendly
way
.
An
urchin
who
had
frequently
seen
him
before
,
stopped
to
gaze
.
All
others
took
him
for
nothing
out
of
the
ordinary
,
save
in
the
matter
of
dress
,
and
conceived
of
him
as
a
stranger
whistling
and
idling
for
his
own
amusement
.
As
the
first
half
-
hour
waned
,
certain
characters
appeared
.
Here
and
there
in
the
passing
crowds
one
might
see
,
now
and
then
,
a
loiterer
edging
interestedly
near
.
A
slouchy
figure
crossed
the
opposite
corner
and
glanced
furtively
in
his
direction
.
Another
came
down
Fifth
Avenue
to
the
corner
of
Twenty
-
sixth
Street
,
took
a
general
survey
,
and
hobbled
off
again
.
Two
or
three
noticeable
Bowery
types
edged
along
the
Fifth
Avenue
side
of
Madison
Square
,
but
did
not
venture
over
.
The
soldier
,
in
his
cape
overcoat
,
walked
a
short
line
of
ten
feet
at
his
corner
,
to
and
fro
,
indifferently
whistling
.
As
nine
o
’
clock
approached
,
some
of
the
hubbub
of
the
earlier
hour
passed
.
The
atmosphere
of
the
hotels
was
not
so
youthful
.
The
air
,
too
,
was
colder
.
On
every
hand
curious
figures
were
moving
—
watchers
and
peepers
,
without
an
imaginary
circle
,
which
they
seemed
afraid
to
enter
—
a
dozen
in
all
.
Presently
,
with
the
arrival
of
a
keener
sense
of
cold
,
one
figure
came
forward
.
It
crossed
Broadway
from
out
the
shadow
of
Twenty
-
sixth
Street
,
and
,
in
a
halting
,
circuitous
way
,
arrived
close
to
the
waiting
figure
.
There
was
something
shamefaced
or
diffident
about
the
movement
,
as
if
the
intention
were
to
conceal
any
idea
of
stopping
until
the
very
last
moment
.
Then
suddenly
,
close
to
the
soldier
,
came
the
halt
.
