omingly dressed and filled her clothes with attractive
generosity. As she laid down her two hand-bags, her smile broadened
and beamed until it broke into a merry dimple on each of her cheeks
and parted her ruddy lips to the exposure of a mouthful of fresh,
creamy-looking, well-formed teeth.

There was no gainsaying who was the object of her smiles:--it was Jim
Langford and Jim alone, and there was nothing left for either him or
Phil to do but to doff their hats and wait the lady's good pleasure.

She seemed in no hurry to speak.

As Jim gazed at her in surprise, waiting; her fingers--hard, red
fingers they were--began to twist a little nervously about the
painfully new gloves she carried, and her eyes dropped, looked up, and
dropped again.

"Guess you don't know me!" she ventured at last.

"No! I'm sorry! I can't remember ever meeting you before," he
answered.

"Ho, ho!" muttered Phil under his breath.

"See you later, Jim!" he said loudly, making to move off.

"Here, you piker! You wait a minute." Jim grabbed Phil's coat sleeve.

The young lady's cheeks began to take on the added attractiveness of a
blush.

"You ain't ever met me before, I know," she said. "But don't you know
me by my picture?"

Jim shook his head in perplexity.

"I'd a-knowed you any place."

For the first time in Phil's experience of Jim, the latter stood
abashed.

"You might have come to meet me at the train though. Guess you was
just comin'. I wrote you three days since."

"You did, eh! Well,--I never got your letter," bantered Jim,
recovering his composure.

She was a pretty piece of femininity, despite her poor language and
her somewhat tawdry finery.

"I think you're stringing me. But say!--I'm awful hungry, and I've
been two days in the train.

"Ain't you goin' to get me some eats, Sol?"

"Sol!" exclaimed Jim with a gulp that spoke intense relief. "Why, my
good girl, my name's not Sol!"

"Oh, yes it is!" she answered bravely, with the smile fading. "I tell
you I'd a-knowed you anywheres."

"You're making a mistake, dear lassie. My name is certainly not Sol."

A glimmer of light was beginning to break in on Phil, but he kept that
glimmer miserly to his inmost self.

"Yes it is! Oh, yes it is!" she said again, putting her hand on Jim's
arm, but with a peculiar little expression of uncertainty in her
eyes.

"You can't fool me, Sol Hanson,--and, say boy!--I've come a long ways
for you, and I'm awful tired."

"Han