MADEMOISELLE, THE GOVERNESS A country 'roadside' railway station seemed deserted upon a warm August afternoon.

It was all but concealed on that level ground by the hedges and trees of the fields with which it was surrounded.

There was no sound of man or wheels, and nothing moving upon the platform.

On the low green banks of the rail, where the mast-like telegraph poles stood, the broad leaves of the coltsfoot almost covered the earth, and were dusty with the sand whirled up an hour since behind the rushing express.

By the footpath, higher up under the close-cropped hedge, the yarrow flourished, lifting its white flower beside the trodden soil.