, and as much to herself as to the young man
who stood waiting for her. "I must go back and try to make it right. I'm
so sorry, Mr. Harris, but if you will tell them--"

"Why, I'm going with you, of course" said the young fellow, impulsively.
"If I'd only looked once at the man I'd go alone, but I shouldn't know
him from Adam."

Maidie laughed. "Oh, I don't want to lose the whole concert, Mr. Harris,
and Frank, has all the tickets. You must go after them and try to make
my peace. I'll come just as soon as I can. Don't wait for me, please.
If you'll come and look for me here the first number, and not let them
scold me too much--" She ended with an imploring little catch in her
breath that was almost a sob.

"They sha'n't say a word, Miss Williams!" cried Walter Harris, with
honest admiration in his eyes.

But she was gone already, and conscious that further delay was only
making matters worse, he went on into the hall.

Meanwhile, the car swung heavily along the wet rails on its way to the
turning-point. It was nearly empty now. An old gentleman and his nurse
were the only occupants. Jim Stevens, the conductor, had stepped inside
the car.

"Too bad I forgot those young people wanted to get off at Music Hall,"
he was thinking to himself. "I don't see how I came to do it. That chap
looked as if he wanted to complain of me, and I don't know as I blame
him. I'd have said I was sorry if he hadn't been so sharp with his
tongue. I hope he won't complain just now. 'Twould be a pretty bad time
for me to get into trouble, with Mary and the baby both sick. I'm too
sleepy to be good for much, that's a fact. Sitting up three nights
running takes hold of a fellow somehow when he's at work all day. The
rent's paid, that's one thing, if it hasn't left me but half a dollar to
my name. Hullo!" He was struck by a sudden distinct recollection of the
coins he had returned. "Why, I gave him fifty cents too much!"

He glanced up at the dial which indicated the fares and began to count
the change in his pocket. He knew exactly how much money he had had at
the beginning of the trip. He counted carefully. Then he plunged his
hand into the heavy canvas pocket of his coat. Perhaps he had half a
dollar there. No, it was empty!

He faced the fact reluctantly. Fifty cents short, ten fares! Gone into
the pocket of the young gentleman with the fur collar! The conductor's
hand shook as he put the money back in his pocket. It meant--what did it