Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Oct 1, 2007 16:40:02 GMT -5
15 yeasr ago...
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It was afternoon and people had gathered at the train station to catch the next train that was due in.
(Inside the train – 5 minutes before arrival in New-Orleans)
The locomotive conductor passed by the passengers with a smile and noticed a very young man sitting alone with a nerves expression on his face.
Conductor: Oh not to worry, the train will arrive in time. I presume we shall be in New Orleans in less than 10 minutes.
Preston: Thank you, that is good to know.
(Preston then looked a way, out the window. He was nervous if his business appointment would turn out positive for his benefits. Finally the train pulled in to the New Orleans train station. Preston got up, took his jacket and his briefcase and hurried among the other passengers to get out of the train)
Old Lady: Ohhh there you are, come here let me give you a kiss. Grandmother has missed you so.
Preston: Madam, I am afraid you are mistaken me for another. My grandmother passed away 15 years ago.
Old Lady: Are you not Thomas Murray?
Preston: No, I am Preston A. Lodge III.
Old Lady: Oh dear. This is my second time I have mistaken a young man for being my beloved grandchild.
Preston: It’s quite alright, I am sure you will find who you are looking for anytime soon. But if you will have me excused, I am off to an important meeting. Good day!
(Preston walked so fast away from the elderly woman, that she hadn’t time to comment him. After 5 minutes, Preston was standing in the main street of New Orleans)
Frank: Mr. Lodge, I presume?
Preston: Mr. Fairlie?
Frank: Right you are. Try not to look nervous, your father has spoken highly of you. Come, let us proceed to the gates. Mr. Edwards is waiting at his office. If you follow me, please, right this way.
Preston: Yes sir!
(After almost two hours, a happy Preston Lodge walked out of the building in which he had just completed a well succeeded business agreement. Preston had never in his life felt so sure of himself, and knew his future would turn out bright. After almost reaching the train station again, it hit him. Why not visit some of his closest friends in this time of his happy event. Preston turned around and looked after a random person on the street.
Preston: Excuse me, where may I find the famous D'Orillon Plantation?
Unknown man: I have heard of them and that place.
Preston: Yes, yes, where is it then?
Unknown man: Let me see if I remember correctly.
Preston: You better tell me the right direction, because I have no attention of wasting my time going out to the wrong address. Now, I know they live close near by, I just don’t remember the exact way because the last time I visited, I was driven there in a wagon.
Unknown man: Alright now, if you take a left when you come down to the end of that road, then you will be able to see a large house at the top of a hill and that will be the place you are looking for.
Preston: Thank you my good man, and may you have a good day!
(Preston hurried in the direction the man had given him and soon after he arrived at the D'Orillon Plantation)
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It was afternoon and people had gathered at the train station to catch the next train that was due in.
(Inside the train – 5 minutes before arrival in New-Orleans)
The locomotive conductor passed by the passengers with a smile and noticed a very young man sitting alone with a nerves expression on his face.
Conductor: Oh not to worry, the train will arrive in time. I presume we shall be in New Orleans in less than 10 minutes.
Preston: Thank you, that is good to know.
(Preston then looked a way, out the window. He was nervous if his business appointment would turn out positive for his benefits. Finally the train pulled in to the New Orleans train station. Preston got up, took his jacket and his briefcase and hurried among the other passengers to get out of the train)
Old Lady: Ohhh there you are, come here let me give you a kiss. Grandmother has missed you so.
Preston: Madam, I am afraid you are mistaken me for another. My grandmother passed away 15 years ago.
Old Lady: Are you not Thomas Murray?
Preston: No, I am Preston A. Lodge III.
Old Lady: Oh dear. This is my second time I have mistaken a young man for being my beloved grandchild.
Preston: It’s quite alright, I am sure you will find who you are looking for anytime soon. But if you will have me excused, I am off to an important meeting. Good day!
(Preston walked so fast away from the elderly woman, that she hadn’t time to comment him. After 5 minutes, Preston was standing in the main street of New Orleans)
Frank: Mr. Lodge, I presume?
Preston: Mr. Fairlie?
Frank: Right you are. Try not to look nervous, your father has spoken highly of you. Come, let us proceed to the gates. Mr. Edwards is waiting at his office. If you follow me, please, right this way.
Preston: Yes sir!
(After almost two hours, a happy Preston Lodge walked out of the building in which he had just completed a well succeeded business agreement. Preston had never in his life felt so sure of himself, and knew his future would turn out bright. After almost reaching the train station again, it hit him. Why not visit some of his closest friends in this time of his happy event. Preston turned around and looked after a random person on the street.
Preston: Excuse me, where may I find the famous D'Orillon Plantation?
Unknown man: I have heard of them and that place.
Preston: Yes, yes, where is it then?
Unknown man: Let me see if I remember correctly.
Preston: You better tell me the right direction, because I have no attention of wasting my time going out to the wrong address. Now, I know they live close near by, I just don’t remember the exact way because the last time I visited, I was driven there in a wagon.
Unknown man: Alright now, if you take a left when you come down to the end of that road, then you will be able to see a large house at the top of a hill and that will be the place you are looking for.
Preston: Thank you my good man, and may you have a good day!
(Preston hurried in the direction the man had given him and soon after he arrived at the D'Orillon Plantation)
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