midnight
Mr. Marsh came out of jail with ideas that were all new to me . He had left his old trade union and gone in with a new crowd of men who stood for out-and-out revolution -- which I could n't understand . But we made the best of it . We went to the theater that night and then he took the midnight train on one of his first labor trips . At first these trips were only for a week or so , but as time went on they grew longer . As a rule I never wrote him because I never knew his address . On one trip he was away five weeks -- and before he got back there was time enough for my second baby , a little boy , to be born and die of pneumonia . ''