the club. Then I went home, after all, and forgot to take it along. It
probably hasn't anything very appropriate for a lady's costume, but there
may be a hair-brush and some soap and handkerchiefs. And, anyhow, if
you'll accept it, it'll be something for you to hitch on to. One feels a
little lost even for one night without a rag one can call one's own except
a Pullman towel. I thought it might give you the appearance of a regular
traveller, you know, and not a runaway."

He tried to make her laugh about it, but her face was deeply serious as
she looked up at him.

"I think this is the kindest and most thoughtful thing you have done yet,"
she said. "I don't see how I can ever, ever thank you!"

"Don't try," he returned gaily. "There's your train being called. We'd
better go right out and make you comfortable. You are beginning to be very
tired."

She did not deny it, but rose to follow him, scanning the waiting-room
with one quick, frightened look. An obsequious porter at the gate seized
the suit-case and led them in state to the Pullman.

The girl found herself established in the little drawing-room compartment,
and her eyes gave him thanks again. She knew the seclusion and the
opportunity to lock the compartment door would give her relief from the
constant fear that an unwelcome face might at any moment appear beside
her.

"The conductor on this train is an old acquaintance of mine," he explained
as that official came through the car. "I have taken this trip with him a