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man he's th' genial hustler fer th' hull pahty."
"And you don't know her name?"
"No, sun, an' I cain't ver' well fin' out."
"In what part of Europe does she live?"
"Australia, I think, suh."
"You mean Austria."
"Do I? 'Scuse ma ig'nance. I was jis' guessin' at it anyhow; one place's
as good as 'nother ovah thuh, I reckon."
"Have you one of those dollars she gave you?"
"Yes, sub. Heh's a coin that ain' Amehican, but she says it's wuth
seventy cents in our money. It's a foh'en piece. She tell me to keep it till
I went ovah to huh country; then I could have a high time with it--that's
what she says--'a high time'--an' smiled kind o" knowin' like."
"Let me see that coin," said Lorry, eagerly taking the silver piece from
the porter's hand. "I never saw one like it before. Greek, it looks to me,
but I can't make a thing out of these letters. She gave it to you?"
"Yas, suh--las' evenin'. A high time on seventy cents! That's
reediculous, ain't it?" demanded the porter scornfully.

"I'll give you a dollar for it. You can have a higher time on that."
The odd little coin changed owners immediately, and the new possessor
dropped it into his pocket with the inward conviction that he was the
silliest fool in existence. After the porter's departure he took the coin
from his pocket, and, with his back to the door, his face to the window,
studied its lettering.
During the afternoon he strolled about the train, his hand constantly
jingling the coins. He passed her compartment several times, yet
refrained from looking in. But he wondered if she saw him pass.
At one little station a group of Indian bear hunters created considerable
interest among the passengers. Grenfall was down at the station
platform at once, looking over a great stack of game. As he left the car
he met Uncle Caspar, who was hurrying toward his niece's section. A
few moments later she came down the steps, followed by the dignified
old gentleman. Grenfall tingled with a strange delight as she moved
quite close to his side in her desire to see. Once he glanced at her face;
there was a pretty look of fear in her eyes as she surveyed the massive
bears and the stark, stiff antelopes. But she laughed as she turned away
with her uncle.
Grenfall was smoking his cigarette and vigorously jingling the coins in
his pocket when the train pulled out. Then he swung on the car steps
and found himself at her feet. She was standing at the top, where she
had lingered a moment. There was an expression of anxiety, in her eyes
as he looked up into them, followed instantly by one of relief. Then she
passed into the car. She had seen him swing upon the moving steps and
had feared for his safety--had shown in her glorious face that she was
glad he did not fall beneath the wheels. Doubtless she would have been
as solicitous had he been the porter or the brakeman, he reasoned, but
that she had noticed him at all pleased him.
At Abilene he bought the Kansas City newspapers. After breakfast he
found a seat in the observation car and settled himself to read. Presently
some one took a seat behind him. He did not look back, but
unconcernedly cast his eyes upon the broad mirror in the opposite car

wall. Instantly he forgot his paper. She was sitting within five feet of
him, a book in her lap, her gaze bent briefly on the flitting buildings
outside. He studied the reflection furtively until she took up the book
and began to read. Up to this time he had wondered why some
nonsensical idiot had wasted looking-glasses on the walls of a railway
coach; now he was thinking of him as a far-sighted man.
The first page of his paper was fairly alive with fresh and important
dispatches, chiefly foreign. At length, after allowing himself to become
really interested in a Paris dispatch of some international consequence,
he turned his eyes again to the mirror. She was leaning slightly forward,
holding the open book in her lap, but reading, with straining eyes, an
article in the paper he held.
He calmly turned to the next page and looked leisurely over it. Another
glance, quickly taken, showed to him a disappointed frown on the
pretty face and a reluctant resumption of novel reading. A few
moments later he turned back to the first page, holding the paper in
such a position that she could not see, and, full of curiosity, read every
line of the foreign news, wondering what had interested her.
Under ordinary circumstances Lorry would have offered her the