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must take the first train for
Brookville. She missed itjby four
minutes, no other train until 8
o'clock this evening, and there
she sits, eating her heart out.
There's my train. Goodbye."
Ned flashed out of view. Gor
don stood studying the forlorn
girl for a few moments. Then he
went straight up to the bench.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, I.ft
ing his hat, "my friend just told
me about your misfortune in
missing your train."
The girl started, looked up, and
then drew back a little shyly. The
open, sympathetic eyes meeting
her own seemed to inspire her
with the belief that the interest of
their owner was genuine.
"It is so heart-breaking!" she
sobbed. "My mother is dying,
and there is no way of reaching
her before midnight."
"Brookville cannot be over seventy-five
miles by a cross-country
route," said Gordon. "That is no
task for my machine. Come, miss,
cheer up. We'll try to remedy
As he pointed to his touring car
the young girl at once understood
"You are so kind so kind,"
she murmured, as Gordon helped
her to a seat in the machine.
Good roads and fair weather
made the first stage ofthe trip
pleasant and comfortable. A
farmer yelled after them as they
whirled down a country road an
hour later, but Gordon had not
caught the import of his call. A
minute afterwards, at a sharp
curve, he Straightened up with a 1
thrill. Recent rains had eaten in
to a narrow stretch of turnpike
with deep" ditches on either side.
As they fairly flew along great
masses of earth were disturbed
and rolled down. At one spot a
wheel went Sver the edge. To
attempt to stop was to invite dis
aster. -With the power applied
to the last notch, the machine
fairly skimmed theTOadway.
A great exhalation of relief left'
Gordon's lips as rthe-machine
struck a safer thoroughfare. He
turned now ta'glanceTat his pas
senger. She. was, pale as death,
but she smiled mutely up at him.
"That was a narrow graze, he
said. "Were,ypu frightened ?"
"How pouldrbe' she replied,
"with you, who have so bravely
tried to help a poor, friendless
"Do not delay "to thank me'
said Gordon, as two hours later
their auto stopped in front of the
widow's home at BrookviUei "Get
to your mother at once, Miss Bar
ton." She had told him something of
her life history during the trip.
Her name was Eunice Barton. An
earnest-faced young 'mdn came
out of the house while Gordon
was getting his machine ready
for the return trip. He seized
both hands of his sister's timely
"I cannot find words to thank
you," he said ferventlyv "You
have saved my dear mother's life.
She was sinking fast, and the de
lusion that some one had stolen
Eunice away from her, the doc
tor said, was distracting her dan-