When a voice from the seat behind her suddenly addressed her with, "Good evening, Miss Ward," she half sprang to her feet in blind terror.

Turning, she found herself looking into the keen, dark eyes of Kathleen West, the newspaper girl.
"Oh--good evening," she faltered.
"Going to New York ?" was the brisk question.
Evelyn nodded.
"I'm coming into your seat.

I hate riding alone in a train.

I'm so glad you are going the whole way." Evelyn made no reply.

She wished Kathleen a thousand miles off.
The newspaper girl scrutinized narrowly her companion's lovely set face.
Trained in the study of human nature she had learned to know the outward signs of a perturbed spirit.