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316 only got a little over two hours, Cynthia; I Ve gol to get the five-ten back. My folks will be in Hay densville to-morrow morning, and I Ve got to ge; back to meet them.”

Her face clouded for an instant, but she tuckec her arm gaily in his and marched with him acros: the rotunda to the checking counter. When Hug! had disposed of his bag, he suggested that they g( to a little tea room on Fifty-seventh Street. Sh< agreed without argument. Once they were in ; taxi, she wanted to snuggle down into his arm, bu she restrained herself; she felt that she had to pla fair.

Hugh said nothing. He was trying to think and his thoughts whirled around in a mad, drunke dance. He believed that he would be marriei before he took the train back, at least engaged, an what would all that mean? Did he want to ge married? God! he didn’t know.

When at last they were settled in a corner o the empty tea-room and had given their order, the talked in an embarrassed fashion about their recer letters, both of them carefully quiet and restrainec Finally Hugh shoved his plate and cup aside an looked straight at her for the first time. She wc thin, much thinner than she had been a year ag< but there was something sweeter about her, toe she seemed so quiet, so gentle.

“We are n’t going to get anywhere this way, Cy