night visitors at the tower, but considering the circum
stances and the weather, she removed all uneasiness. For
awhile all was silent except the ever busy instrument.
Across the river the town lay wrapped in slumber, except
the busy yards whose noise was wafted across to them at
intervals.
Finally the young man broke the silence by asking, "Are
you acquainted over in town?"
"Yes indeed, I live there. Have you ever been there
before?" she asked in return.
No, but I have often heard lots about it from my old chum
at school. His name was Phil Weston. Do you know him?"
"Yes, quite well, " she said very gently.
"He was certainly a fine fellow. I haven't heard of him
since lie graduated three years ago. Do hope I get to see
him."
"Then you go to State?" the girl asked inquiringly.
"Yes, I am on my way back now, and have just stopped
over here for a few days to visit my aunt, Mrs. Wilbur.
Conversation was interrupted by the girl quickly rising
and throwing over several levers. A moment later a big
"hog" went puffing by. More levers clicked and a heavy
through express dashed by—a long line of darkened sleepers
and a flash of red and green.
"Do you know what Phil is doing now," he began.
"He is working for the company and is coining up on
No. 9. It does not usually stop, but will to-night," she
replied.
"'Why, that is luck, I must say," remarked her coin
Manion
The storm that had meanwhile somewhat abated now
broke again, and, the tempest was soon at its worst. May
wondered again and again who this fine-looking young man
from "State" could be—and her brother's old chum in the
bargain. She just then spied "E. R. G." stamped on his
suit-case, and the mystery was solved for her. It wsa Eddie