Presently, No, 8, the accommodation, would be due. A
long freight stopped and backed over on the opposite track
to give it right of way. May threw the switches over and
reported the 'block clear." A few minutes later the long
low "chime" whistle of the passenger was heard blowing
for the station. The levers clicked, the train paused for a
moment, and then rumbled slowly away. May threw the
signals to "danger," reported it past, and, standing at the
windows, watched the red tail lights fade away in the dis
tance. A lone traveler stood on the platform of the deserted
station across the tracks. He paused a moment and then
came hesitatingly over and up the stairs. The young man
was somewhat surprised to hear his knock answered by the
voice of a girl. He entered, shutting the wild night behind
him, and looked inquiringly about.
"Just a moment," she said as she kept on receiving a
"hold" order for a "special." Then looking up she said in
a 'very business-like manner, "Can I do anything for you?"
"I do not know if visitors are allowed, but I am on my
way over to Riverton and take the liberty of asking how I
can go over, " the young man replied. •
"There are no more passenger trains stop here to-night, "
she answered. "The 'Flyer' goes over but does not stop—
but wait a moment—" She was busy a second and then con
tinued, "There will be a shifter over in a while and they will
accommodate you, I know —no indeed, just take your wet
coat off and make yourself comfortable. You . will not in
convenience me at all."
So removing his mackintosh and putting his dress-suit
case in the corner, he seated himself in the remaining chair
and watched the form before him. "Well, 'l'll walk to Sco
tia' if I haven't seen her before," lie thought to himself.
Where, he did not know; but the face seemed very familiar
nevertheless. "Perhaps she knows Phil, my old chum, who
lived over a.t Riverton," he ventured to himself.
For May's part she was somewhat opposed to having