CUPID EN ROUTE
hair, and—yes—beside her trotted the One Girl in the World! A maid scurried along in the rear. A gong clanged warningly, the quartette sped through a gate, the gate slammed shut behind them and Wade woke to action too late. He dashed toward the gateman.
"Wait! Let me through!"
The gateman looked at him calmly and shook his head.
"Too late. Train's starting."
"No, it isn't; those folks aren't on yet. Stretch a point and let me through, can't you?"
"I'd have to see your ticket and by that time you'd be too late," was the untroubled reply. "There's another train at three."
"I dare say," growled Wade. "And there are some more next month, but that doesn't help me any." He looked up at the sign and read: "1:02—Shore Line Express—Bridgeport—New Haven—New London—Westerly—Kingston—Providence—Boston." The train was moving now.
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