Station. Besides, I had forgotten to give you any money."

"Oh, but you mustn't!" she protested, her eyes eloquent with feeling.

"Please don't say that," he went on eagerly. "I can get off later and take
the down train, you know. Really, the fact is, I couldn't let you go
right out of existence this way without knowing more about you."

"Oh!" she gasped, turning a little white about the lips, and drawing
closer into her corner.

"Don't feel that way," he said. "I'm not going to bother you. You couldn't
think that of me, surely. But isn't it only fair that you should show me a
little consideration? Just give me an address, or something, where I could
let you know if I heard of anything that concerned you. Of course it isn't
likely I shall, but it seems to me you might at least let me know you are
safe."

"I will promise you that," she said earnestly. "You know I'm going to send
you back these things." She touched the cloak and the hat. "You might need
them to keep you from having to explain their absence," she reminded him.

The moments fairly flew. They passed the North Side Station, and were
nearing the flag station. After that there would be no more stops until
past midnight. The young man knew he must get off.

"I have almost a mind to go on to Chicago and see that you are safely
located," he said with sudden daring. "It seems too terrible to set you
adrift in the world this way."