wn some words, and came to
the wicket again. "Funny," he said, "it is a wire for you, Miss Nora."

Nora took the yellow slip and read: "Delayed by derailed freight. Time
of arrival uncertain. Very sorry, Jane."

"What do you think of this?" cried Nora, carrying the telegram out to
the car. "Isn't it perfectly exasperating? That takes off one of their
nights."

"Where is the accident?" inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.

"Just above Fairfield."

"Fairfield! The poor things! Jump in and we will be there in no time. It
is not much further to Wolf Willow from Fairfield than from here. Hurry
up, we must make time."

"Now, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, I know your driving. Just remember that I am an
only son. I prefer using all four wheels on curves, please."

"Let her go," cried Nora.

And Mrs. Waring-Gaunt "let her go" at such speed that Larry declared he
had time for only two perfectly deep breaths, one before they started,
the other after they had pulled up beside the Pullman car at the scene
of the wreck.

"Jane, Jane, Jane," yelled Larry, waving his hands wildly to a girl who
was seen sitting beside a window reading. The girl looked up, sprang
from her seat, and in a moment or two appeared on the platform. "Come
on," yelled Larry. He climbed over a wire fence, and up the steep grade
of the railroad embankment. Down sprang the girl, met him half way up
the embankment, and gave him both her hands. "Jane, Jane," exclaimed
Larry. "You are looking splendidly. Do you know," he added in a low
voice, "I should love to kiss you right here. May I? Look at all the
people; they would enjoy it so much."

The girl jerked away her hands, the blood showing dully under her brown
skin. "Stop it, you silly boy. Is that Nora? Yes, it is." She waved her
hand wildly at Nora, who was struggling frantically with the barbed wire
fence. "Wait, I am coming, Nora," cried Jane.

Down the embankment she scrambled and, over the wire, the two girls
embraced each other to the delight of the whole body of the passengers
gathered at windows and on platforms, and to the especial delight of
a handsome young giant, resplendent in a new suit of striped flannels,
negligee shirt, blue socks with tie to match, and wearing a straw hat
adorned with a band in college colours. With a wide smile upon his
face he stood gazing down upon the enthusiastic osculation of the young
ladies.

"Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, this is Jane," cried Nora. "Mrs. Waring-Gaunt has
come to meet yo