ered.

There was but one other course to pursue, and that was, to go to New
York by the first outgoing train, and try to find her.

Hailing a passing cab, he sprang into it, remembering just in time that
the New York express left the depot at seven o'clock. If the man drove
sharp he might make it, but it would be as much as he could do.

He gave the man a double fare, who, whipping up his horses, fairly
whirled down the snow-packed road in the direction of the depot.

"I am afraid that I can not make the train, sir," called the driver,
hoarsely, as Hubert Varrick leaned out of the window, crying excitedly
that he would quadruple his fare if he would make the horses go faster.

Again he plied his whip to the flanks of the horses, but they could not
increase their speed, for they were doing their very best at that
moment.

Nearer and nearer sounded the shrieking whistle of the far-off train.
They reached the depot just as the train swept round the bend of the
road.

"Thank God, I am in time!" cried Hubert Varrick, as he rushed along the
platform. "If I had missed this train, I should have had to wait until
to-morrow morning. I shall have little enough time to purchase my
ticket. I--"

The rest of the sentence was never uttered. He stopped short. Standing
on the platform, watching with wistful eyes the incoming train, was
Jessie Bain!

A great cry broke from his lips. In an instant he was standing beside
her, her hands in his, crying excitedly:

"Oh! Jessie, Jessie. Thank Heaven I am in time!"

"Mr. Varrick!" she gasped, faintly. At that instant the train stopped at
the station.

"You must not go on board!" he cried, excitedly. "Jessie, you must
listen to what I have to say to you," he commanded. "You must not go to
New York."

There was a sternness in his voice that held her spell-bound for an
instant.

"Come into the waiting-room," he said. "I must speak with you."

Drawing her hand within his arm, he fairly compelled her to obey him;
and as they crossed the threshold the train thundered on again.

The room was crowded. This certainly was not the time or place to utter
the burning words that were on his lips. An idea occurred to him. He
would get a coach, drive about the city, through the park, and as they
rode, he could talk with her entirely free from interruption.

Hailing a coach that stood by the curbstone, he proceeded to assist his
companion into it. She was too overcome by emotion to exert a