Grinwal. Phil had often react of "State's" games to her
and kept her posted on his old chum's achievements. Here
he was at last, ii.nd under such peculiar circumstances too.
Things had changed since Phil left school, and she wondered
if his old chum would not be astonished to find Phil Weston's
sister under such circumstances.
After she had let a freight by and watched the "Owl"
come sweeping across the bridge and dart by like a comet,
she reported it in the block and paused a moment.
"D-do you know Phil's sister?" he asked rather slowly.
"He was everlastingly talking about her until T believe
know her already."
"Yes, we are very good friends, in fact chums," the girl
replied with a flush and a smile. ''l think her name is May.
Is it not?"
“Yes,” came the answer, "but might I also take the lib
erty to ask who Miss Weston's chum is, to avoid further
difficulties?"
"Me? Oh, if you call at Miss Weston's, you will likely
find me there for we are always together." she informed him
much to his dissatisfaction, "but you may call me Miss
Wilson," she continued. "And I presume your name is Mr.
Grinwal. I have heard Phil speak of him so often."
"Yes, I am Mr. Grinwald," he replied rather surprised.
Just then she began to tug at an obstinate lever, but
Grinwald sprang forward and asked permission to help.
"You may if you like, but I think you will soon get
tired," she replied, laughingly.
The heavy rod moved over and a "Double Header" rum
bled by over the "Cut Off" in the blinding storm.
"Now, '9-8-5-4-3' she named off. No, not that way—take
them in order" she commanded, and the new recruit prompt
ly obeyed after tugging in vain at a locked lever. A "local"
rattled by hurrying to get in.
"This is certainly a bad night and I consider myself
fortunate" her assistant remaked.