just a little afraid pop might have telephoned, you know, or
be coming after us. He'll move in here when the train starts."

"I don't like to leave you like this," said Archie mournfully.

"Oh, it will be all right," Sally answered bravely. "Abijah's nervous;
that's all. That was certainly some ride we had last night. I hope
you'll go up to the hotel now and get a good sleep."

"Oh, I'll look out for that," Archie replied.

His arrears of sleep did not trouble him; but the thought of losing
Sally broke his heart. The hard night ride had left no traces on her
face. Her cheeks were aglow and her eyes were bright. When he said
again, a little tremulously, that he hated to leave her he had never
made a more honest statement in his life.

"I suppose we'll hardly meet again," he said with a dejection which he
hoped would elicit a promise of further meetings.

"I'm afraid it will be a long, long time before I see you," she said
with a lingering tenderness and wistfulness.

"I hope you're going to be very happy, Sally. And I shall think of you
always as you were last night. I shall never forget our talk by the
brook."

"Neither shall I," she murmured. Her lashes were wonderful; not till
that moment had he done justice to her lashes.

"I want to give you a little present--something you can hide away to
make sure you are not embarrassed in any way until you get settled. I
wish it were gold, but you won't mind. You understand, don't you,
Sally?"

He always carried a five-hundred-dollar bill against emergencies and
this he had clung to through all his adventures. He now produced it from
his inner waistcoat pocket and slipped it into her hand.

Her brow clouded for an instant; then she smiled radiantly.

"I oughtn't to take it; but I know you mean it all right. It's dear of
you," and her tone and the immeasurable kindness of her eyes were easily
worth five hundred dollars.

Belated passengers were now brushing past them in the aisle. The
conductor, walking briskly along the platform, shouted all aboard with
heartless finality. It seemed like the voice of doom to Archie.

"Good-by, Sally!"

He put out his hand, but with a quickness that took his breath away she
flung her arms round his neck and kissed him. The touch of her hand by
the brook under the stars was as nothing to this. Two young girls
seeking seats giggled at the frankness and heartiness of the salutation.
In old times Archie would have perished of humili