Life is Like This [antikvár]

WAITING FOR THE TRAIN RICHARD MILLER, a young man. ROSEMARY CARLTON, a beautiful girl. CLIFFORD CARLTON, her father. The waiti?ig-room at Hanton station. Night, miller is walking about with his head down, looking for something on the floor, carlton opens the door, comes in, and sits down by the fire. carlton: It's cold to-night! I've just come all the way from Manchester. Have you seen a girl here ? miller: No. carlton: What's the matter? Have you lost something? miller: I've lost a letter. I had it when I came to the station, but it isn't here. {He sits down.) The end of a bad day! How tired I am! carlton: What's the trouble? miller: Oh, it's about some money in India. I came here to see my brother Walter about it. He lives here. But I didn't see him. He was out. carlton: India! I lived in India once. A great country! miller: We all lived there when we were children. My brother Herbert still lives there. And now I've lost his letter! What a day I've had! I can't work so well now; I'm always thinking about this money. I write for the newspapers, and I tried to write something i