wn the platform they passed the dining
and sleeping cars of the long train and were several times delayed
by descending passengers. Just opposite the day coach the expressman
narrowly missed running into several women leading small children and
stopped abruptly. A toppling box threatened the head of the Harvester.
He peered around the truck and saw they must wait a few seconds. He put
in the time watching the people. A gray-haired old man, travelling in a
silk hat, wavered on the top step and went his way. A fat woman loaded
with bundles puffed as she clung trembling a second in fear she would
miss the step she could not see. A tall, slender girl with a face coldly
white came next, and from the broken shoe she advanced, the bewildered
fright of big, dark eyes glancing helplessly, the Harvester saw that she
was poor, alone, ill, and in trouble. Pityingly he turned to watch her,
and as he gauged her height, saw her figure, and a dark coronet of hair
came into view, a ghastly pallor swept his face.

"Merciful God!" he breathed, "that's my Dream Girl!"

The truck started with a jerk. The toppling box fell, struck a passing
boy, and knocked him down. The mother screamed and the Harvester sprang
to pick up the child and see that he was not dangerously hurt. Then he
ran after the truck, pitched on the box, and whirling, sped beside the
train toward the gates of exit. There was the usual crush, but he could
see the tall figure passing up the steps to the depot. He tried to
force his way and was called a brute by a crowded woman. He ran down the
platform to the gates he had entered with the truck. They were automatic
and had locked. Then he became a primal creature being cheated of a
lawful mate and climbed the high iron fence and ran for the waiting
room.

He swept it at a glance, not forgetting the women's apartment and the
side entrance. Then he hurried to the front exit. Up the street leading
from the city there were few people and he could see no sign of the
slight, white-faced girl. He crossed the sidewalk and ran down the
gutter for a block and breathlessly waited the passing crowd on the
corner. She was not among it. He tried one more square. Still he could
not see her. Then he ran back to the depot. He thought surely he must
have missed her. He again searched the woman's and general waiting room
and then he thought of the conductor. From him it could be learned where
she entered the car. He ran for the station, bolted