CUPID EN ROUTE
means no more to me than any other place except that it will hold you. And now—" He stopped.
The train whistled again and they heard the throbbing of it on the rails.
"But—if I ask you to come?"
The sound of the approaching train filled her with dismay.
"If you ask me to come," he said tensely, "it must be for just one reason."
There was a break in the little laugh she essayed.
"Oh, I don't care," she whispered recklessly. "Call it any reason you like. Only—please come!"
A light glimmered along the rails.
"Prue!" he whispered. He groped for her hands and found them awaiting him. "Is it true, dear?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she answered between laughter and tears. "Don't you see it is? You thought you were the only one that—cared—from the first. But you weren't. I cared too, from the first time."
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