Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 33: what you’re looking at

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24. DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER IV. RAILROAD CRASH. Summer came. Mrs. Darrell was rapidly recovering her health. That was not due to medicine, but to active exer- tion, ease of mind, and increasing worldly comforts. She was earning considerable money by sewing; Darke’s salary had been doubled; they both were economical, and so there was quite an UDO a visible in their circum- stances. They lived in the same came to be sure; but they rented additional rooms, and had comfortably furnished them. A sewing-machine stood in one corner, bright- colored carpets covered the floors, and charming little chro- mos adorned the walls. Several important cases had been placed in Darke’s hands ; he had managed them with so much adroitness, and brought them to such a speedy and successful termination, that Mr. Marks had praised and congratulated him in the warm- est terms. But it was not until August that he was sent to a distant city, in connection with his calling, singled out from among half a dozen others who were extremely anxious to figure in the job. Darke could not help but look upon it as a com- pliment to his shrewdness; it made him feel proud, but did not make him vain. He took a morning train for New York, and there wasn’t a more manly little fellow on board than Master Darke Darrell. Before the train had traversed half the distance to New York, there was a fearful crash and jar, followed by comicbooks:com ~