iping the tears from her face with her free
hand.

A boy called from across the street an instant later.

"Oh, Hugh, I'm coming over for some help on that chem. ex. to-night."

"All right," came the answer from "The Unknown," and mixed with
Elizabeth's mortifying confusion was a quick thrill at knowing his name.

"Hugh!"

No opportunity had ever come to meet him or to find out what his name
might be. Elizabeth was conscious that her life on the farm had made of
her an impossible mate for this young man who, even among the young men of
the city, was set apart by a peculiar grace and culture. She remembered
the hat which had not merely been lifted from the head, but had been
carried below the chin as he bowed distantly, and also the well-bred
curiosity of his look. The rest of the leave-taking was made easier by
having met him, and received his bow, and acquired the glorious, mystical
knowledge of his name.

To round out the experiences of the winter, fate decreed that Mr. Farnshaw
could not come for her, and the glitter of the inside of a railway coach,
with its brass lamps, plush seats, and polished woods, was added to her
experimental knowledge. Luther was somehow connected in her mind with the
day's experiences and she wished devoutly that she could talk to him about
the disappointment of leaving her school before the end of the term, and
of this journey home on the train, and of Hugh. Yes, Elizabeth would have
told Luther even of Hugh. Luther Hansen was to Elizabeth Farnshaw
unchanged and unchangeable. The transformations of her own life did not
call for any such transformations in him. He was Luther. It had been his
mental processes which had won and now sustained her attachment for him.
Their two minds had worked together as one mind while they had struggled
with the innocent problems of their childhood days, and Elizabeth still
felt incomplete without him. She had been less conscious of Luther's
absence the first year than at any time since his going away, but in
Topeka, and now that she was approaching the scene of their association
together, Elizabeth wanted him with a depth of homesickness she had never
felt before. It was hard to go back to the old battleground and not find
him there. The prospects in store for her at home made her shrink.
Elizabeth fell to wondering if any improvement in that home were possible.
She had had them quite cheerfully in mind all winter, but now that the
distance between her