He bought his ticket and went on
the platform. From tliere he scanned
all the arriving passengers. Still no
signs of the girl.
“Hurry up, sir:"
The train was about to start. Carney
entered, and walked through from one
end to the other, inspecting everyone
aboard. Kate was not there.
She had fooled him! Hot indigna
tion filled him. Kate, whom he had al
ways trusted!
The day after his arrival ne goi n
letter from her at the post ofiice. He
tore It open eagerly.
“You i>oor mutt," it ran. “1 guess
you’re feeling sick and sorry for your
self now, aren't you? When you get
tired of traveling you needn’t come
back to me, because I’m through v. ith
you.”
That was all, and six months of
hell had followed, rendered worse—if
they could be worse—by the contrast
between that outcast life and the life
they had planned to lead In the Suuth
Seas.
However, Carney read nothing about
the theft In the papers. Probably it
was not worth reporting in San Fran
cisco. He took a room at a cheap
lodging house, and turned round in
the streets to see if he was being
followed.
***••••
So he was going back to take his
medicine. When the train rolled into
the New York terminal he felt an
elatldu that had not been his for all
the period of his absence.
When he went Into the bank next
morning they stared at him as If he
had come back from the dead.
| “Why, Carney, where’ve you been?"
I demanded the cashier sarcastically.
