she was intent on her farewells with her friends. There were
hasty words of advice from Ferris, prolonged good-byes to Judith,
tears--kisses--while a place was being made for her many boxes
and trunks. Carrington viewed the luggage with awe, and listened
without shame. He gathered that she was going north to
Washington; that her final destination was some point either on
the Ohio or Mississippi, and that her name was Betty. Then the
door slammed and the stage was in motion again.

Carrington felt sensibly enriched by the meager facts now in his
possession. He was especially interested in her name. Be liked
the sound of it. It suited her. He even tried it under his
breath softly. Betty--Betty Malroy--next he fell to wondering if
those few hurried words she had addressed to him could possibly
be construed as forming a basis for a further acquaintance. Or
wasn't it far more likely she would prefer to forget the episode
of the previous day, which had clearly been anything but
agreeable?

All through the morning they swung forward in the heat and dust
and glare, with now and then a brief pause when they changed
horses, and at midday rattled into the shaded main street of a
sleepy village and drew up before the tavern where dinner was
waiting them--a fact that was announced by a bare-legged colored
boy armed with a club, who beat upon a suspended wagon tire.

Betty saw Carrington when she took her seat, and gave a scarcely
perceptible start of surprise. Then her face was flooded with a
rich color. This was the man who saw her with Captain Murrell
yesterday I What must he think of her! There was a brief moment