» THR MBYRRS? LGVE INSURANCE “ BY EARL DERR BIGGERS § Minot turned quickly and “caught Cynthia Meyrick in the act of peering @ver his shoulder. She had seen the <¢hauffeur too. again. In those brown eyes Minot saw something wistful. @omething hurt, saw things that moved $im to put everything toa sudden test. * $e leaped to his feet and pulled madly @t the bell cord. «wWhat—what have you done?” Star- led, she stared at him. «p've stopped the train. I'm going @€o ride to Jacksonville as I rode to San Marco ages ago. I'm not going alone.” CHAPTER XX. “Ono last ride together.” HE train had stopped a mo- ment. but was under way “Indeed!” “Quick. The conductor will be here #0 a minute. Here's a card and pencil. Write a uote for Aunt Mary. Say you'll mevt them in Jacksonville. Hur- gy, please!” “Mr. Minot!" with great dignity. “One last ride together, one last chance for me to—to set things right if I can.” “If vou can.” “IT admit it. Won't you give we ghe chance? I thought you would be game. Idare you!” For :a second they gazed into each ather’s eyes. The train had come to a atop. :and Aunt Mary stirred fretfully #h her sleep. With sudden decision QCyntbia Meyrick wrote on the card and drepped it on her slumbering rela- élve. “I know I'll be sorry—but’— she gasped. “Hurry! This way! ‘@bwming there!” A mement later they stood together @n the platform of the Sunbeam sta- don, while the brief little train disap- peared indignantly in the distance. “You shouldn't have made me do that!” «cried the girl in dismay. ‘I'm always doing things on the spur of the smoment—things 1 regret afterward.” “] know. You explained that to me ce. But you can also do things on e spur of the moment that you're &€ad about all your life. Oh—good gnorning, Barney Oldfield.” “Good morning,” replied the rustic @hauffeur with gleeful recognition. <{Where’s it to this time, mister?” “Jacksonville. And no hurry at all.” BMinot held open the door, and the girl stepped into the car. “The gentleman is quite mistaken,” she said to the chauffeur. “There is a wery great hurry.” “Ages of time until luncheon,” re- plied Minot blithely, also getting in. “If you were thinking of announcing— eomething-—-then.” “] shall have nothing to announce, ¥'m sure. But I must be in Jackson- wille before that train. Father will be farious.” “rust me, lady,” said the chauffeur, grinding aca’m at his hooded music Box. “I've Leen doing stunts with this