ay to arouse curiosity was to appear
secretive.

"My daughter lives up that way, too," the man said. He seemed quite
interested in the idea of making conversation.

"I will leave you for a minute." The train was slowing up for Racine.
His telegram was all ready except for the address. He rushed into the
ticket office, added the address and had it sent collect, and had
plenty of time to board the train.

"I wonder why," thought Ted, "he should have to run into that
station." Ted's suspicions were somewhat aroused. He decided to appear
as if he had not taken note of the actions of his acquaintance.

Schmidt had underestimated the ability of the boy. He was so young, he
thought, there was no necessity for special care.

Then, too, he was so very affable, so very simple. To his questions as
to who would meet him Ted answered that he thought no one would, the
time he was coming was a little uncertain, he added.

"No one is to meet me, either. Perhaps we can both go up home
together, eh?"

"Sure," replied the boy, "that would be fine."

Ted fancied by now that the man was a German. But, then, he had that
Danish newspaper. Maybe he was not.

"What do you do at your place--Wayland, I think you said?"

"I go to the Academy there. I belong to the Scouts--it is military and
academic." The boy was quite young and quite simple, Schmidt decided.

"Ah, that military business is bad, very bad. There will never be war
anymore."

Ted wondered if the man really believed it. He could not make up his
mind. So they talked. The man grew less and less interested. He had
made up his mind that the boy was really going to see his mother. Of
course, that would be proven when they found out how much the mother
knew about it and if she would meet the boy. Probably all this time
had been wasted, but Schmidt had no regrets. After all, eternal
vigilance was the watchword.

An hour later the train came into the station.

Ted, who had been quite tired, no longer felt any weariness. Here was
Chicago, here was home.

As he stepped away from the train, his mother and sister ran forward.
Two men watched him from close by--one motioned to the other.
O'Reilly went forward.

"My boy, are you looking for Mr. Strong?"

Helen interrupted: "Looking for Mr. Who? Why, of course he's not--he's
my brother--I guess you are mistaken. Come, Ted, we are going home
first."

Ted did not question his sister; he knew there was method in her
outburst. H