I pity him, and relax my clutch.

"No," whispers Crene; "as long as you have your check, you as good as

have your trunk; but when you give that up, you have nothing. Keep that

till you see your trunk."

My clutch re-tightens.

"At any rate, you can wait till the next train, and see if it doesn't

come back. You'll get to your journey's end just as soon."

"Shall I? Well, I will," compliant as usual.

"No," interposes my good genius again. "Men are always saying that a

woman never goes when she engages to go. She is always a train later or

a train earlier, and you can't meet her."

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