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smoky lamp, and in charge of a gruff
old station keeper, who informed
"Marcus that the wreck- blocked all
-progress ahead and might not 4)e
gotten out of the way before morn
"I will make some inquiries and see
what the real prospects are," Marcus.
spoke to his lady companion, who
with a resigned sigh seated herself
on the hard, rough depot bench. "I
have found an outlet, I hope, he
added a few minutes late. "l tele
phoned Paxton, ten miles ahead, aid
, the garage there is going to send an
The young lady regarded him in a
puzzled and then a smiling quizzical
"I have friends at Paxton," she
said, "and that will be much better
than -waiting at this dismal place."
And then: "Oh, dear, of course with
the road blocked I can't get to Mill-
"Is that the end of your journey?"
asked Marcus, getting interested.
"Yes, 15 miles further along the
line. I am Eleanor Deane and my de
lay at Paxton will make the folks
dreadfully uneasy and my friends
disappointed." ' v
, "There was a wayward ghost of a
vwail in the last words.
"I am Marcus Randolph," spoke
our hero in his open ingenuous way,
"and before I drive to Paxton you
shall be delivered safely tp your
home and friends. . Wish I were one
of them!" whispered Marcus softly
to himself, as the charm of the girl
ish face stood out bewitchingly in
the murky depot atmsophere.
""Oh, no, indeed! a stranger im
position!" Delicious murmurs swept
the hearing of the impressionable
young man, who declared he could
do no business at Paxton until the
ihorning and would be glad to take a
spin and "get acquainted with the
The automobile arrived in the
course of an .hour. By this time the
marooned ones, had become quite j
well acquainted. The chauffeur was
directed across the country for the
"One mile more and oh, how can
I ever thank you!" , Miss Deane had
just said, when grind! snap! the ma
chine was brought to a sudden halt.
"Driving gear snapped!" explained
the chauffeur, after an inspection. "I
will have to get towed to Paxton."
"I can walk the rest of the way," ..
explained Eleanor eagerly, and Mar
cus, after settling with the chauffeur,
took up his grip and the precious' box
and set out as -a loyal escort to his
"Friday, the thirteenth!" solilo
quized Marcus, as he surveyed the
wrecked machine "unlucky day!"
"Friday, the thirteenth, glorious
day!" he added with rapture, as he
felt the 'clinging, contented clasp of
the dainty hand of his companion on
"Home!" exulted Eleanor, as they
came in sight of a large country
house all aglow with light, even the
grounds, where some men were
stringing festoons of vari-colored
lanterns. "And if it were not for you
I could never have' got home in time
to dress for the party. Oh, there is
papa looking for me."
Marcus halted to bid Miss Deane
adieu and go on his way. Inan im
petuous way Eleanor seized his arm.
"My loyal knight errant must not -desert
me at the threshold of wel
come!" she cried. "Papa, this is
Mr. Marcus Randolph, and he has
placed us under the greatest obliga
tion," and she made Marcus fairly
blush as she detailed his gallant serv-
ices in her behalf.
"You are welcome, sir," spoke Mr.
Deane. "Eleanor, you have not much
time to prepare for your friends.
They will soon be here. I will .care
for our guest."
Marcus aemurrea, Dut weaiuy. une
royal welcome of the big-hearted Mr.
Deane went so fax as to insist upon
his remaining to a social function of
the evening and until the next morn-!