very small account. And deep in her innermost soul she had a
strong, belief in her own ultimate welfare. She was sure that she
had done the right thing in thus striking out for herself, and she
was equally sure that, whatever it might entail, she would not
regret it in the end.

The lights were growing nearer. She discerned the brick building
of the station. Over the wide stretch of land that yet intervened
there came to her the smell of smoke and human habitation. A warm
thrill went through her. In two minutes now--in less--the long
five years' separation would be over, and she would be clasping
Guy's hand again.

She leaned from the window, scanning the few outstanding houses of
the town as the train ran past. Then they were in the station, and
a glare of light received them.

A crowd of unfamiliar faces swam before her eyes, and then--she saw
him. He stood on the platform awaiting her, distinct from all the
rest to her eager gaze--a man of medium height, broader than she
remembered, with a keen, bronzed face and eagle eyes that caught
and held her own.

She sprang form the train almost before it shopped. She held out
both her hands to him.

"Guy! Guy!"

Her voice came sobbingly. He gripped the hands hard and close.