head with its hidden face bowed down in that other room, in an agony of sorrow?
Half a dozen quick strides brought him again to the door of communication, and this time his strong, firm footsteps were heard, and the bowed head lifted itself wearily, and the eyes of the two met, each questioning the other.
"I beg your pardon," spoke a rich, strong voice. "May I ask where I shall find Mr. Brierly?"
Slowly, as if fascinated, the girl came toward him, a look almost of terror in her face.
"Who are you?" she faltered.
"I am Robert Brierly. I had hoped to find my brother here at his post. Will you tell me"
But the sudden cry from her lips checked him, and the pent-up tears burst forth as Hilda Grant, her heart wrung with pity, flung herself down upon the low platform, and sitting there with her face bent upon her sleeves, sobbed out her own sorrow in her heartbreak of sympathy for the grief that must soon overwhelm him and strike the happy light from his face.
Sobs choked her utterance, and the young man stood near her, uncertain, anxious, and troubled, until from the direction of the town the sound of flying wheels smote their ears, and Hilda sprang to her feet with a sharp cry.
