She noted the
looks of surprise on the faces of her friends as she passed them.
"How ever will I be able to explain?" was the thought that flashed
into Cora's mind. "Walter acted as if he wanted to say something--
perhaps something about the money. He looked as if he were pleased.
Maybe he has some good news."
It took Cora but a short time to make the run back to the city. She
turned her machine toward the depot, as she knew a train would
shortly leave for Chelton, and she fancied Paul might try to get it.
Reaching the station she saw his tall figure, clad in the linen
duster, pacing up and down the platform. She was just in time.
"Did you think I ran away?" she asked as she skillfully turned the
car up to the platform and stopped.
"Oh, no," he replied with a happy laugh. "I happened to see who got
into the car, and I guessed that you were run away with."
"Wasn't it contemptible of him?" she asked, her fate flushing at the
recollection of the ride. "But perhaps some day I may be able to
make him realize it. He doesn't seem to--now."
"No; he isn't that kind."
"I was afraid I wouldn't be in time to take you back, after your
interview with the automobile people, and I fancied you had not come
prepared for a train trip to Chelton.
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