The Blue Grass Seminary Girls' Vacation Adventures Part 21

"It depends on how you look at it," drawled s.h.i.+rley. "Oh, but I'm tired.

Let's get to sleep."

The next two days, Sat.u.r.day and Sunday, the girls spent quietly in their friend's home, only going out twice. One trip was to the theater, and the other to church on Sunday morning.

Early Monday morning found them on the train.

A young man boarded the train at Cynthiana, who attracted s.h.i.+rley's attention at once. There was something familiar about him, but for the moment she could not place him. Looking in her handbag for her ticket, she accidentally drew forth a card, which she glanced at in surprise.

"Mr. Leonard Wolfe," it read.

"I wonder," she murmured, and then it all came to her in a flash.

"The card of the young man who came to my aid in the drugstore," she said, pa.s.sing it to Mabel. "That reminds me, I forgot to send the ten cents."

"I reckon he won't miss it," said Mabel, as she returned the card.

The young man who had just gotten on the train, came through the aisle.

He dropped his suitcase in the seat across from the girls, and sat down.

s.h.i.+rley noticed that from time to time he glanced at her. To herself she said, "His face is familiar. Where have I seen him before?"

And then she remembered.

"Mr. Wolfe!" she exclaimed to herself.

She whispered to Mabel, and the latter, of course, glanced across. As she did so she encountered the young man's smiling eyes.

The young man arose directly and spoke to s.h.i.+rley.

"Surely I have met you somewhere," he said.

"Perhaps it's my twin brother you met," said s.h.i.+rley, with a faint smile. "We look very much alike."

"Perhaps that's it," returned the young man.

"Yes," continued s.h.i.+rley, "my twin brother is often getting into sc.r.a.pes, and I have to help him out. He told me that the other day he almost fell into the hands of the police, because he didn't have money to pay for a soda he bought in a drugstore in Cincinnati. Some stranger came to his aid and paid the dime. I don't believe he returned it, either."

The young man had looked at s.h.i.+rley in surprise during this recital, and then he said quietly:

"No, he didn't!"

"How do you know?" queried s.h.i.+rley in well simulated surprise.

"Because I happen to be the fellow who paid it."

Before answering s.h.i.+rley reached for her handbag and took out a card.

She gazed at it long and earnestly.

"Is your name Mr. Wolfe?" she asked finally.

"Why, yes," exclaimed the young man. "Why?"

"Nothing, only my brother, in telling me of the trouble, showed me your card and I didn't give it back."

She drew a dime from her purse and extended it to the young man.

"Here is your ten cents," she said.

Mr. Wolfe protested.

"Let your brother pay his own debts," he said.

"No," said s.h.i.+rley, "I insist. You see, my brother and I are such close relations that I almost feel I owe you this myself."

"Well, if you insist," said the young man.

He took the dime and dropped it in his pocket.

"May I ask where you are going?"

"Home," said s.h.i.+rley briefly, for she wished to end the conversation, considering now that she had repaid her debt.

"I see," smiled Mr. Wolfe; "and would you mind telling me just about where that is."

"I'll tell you this much," said s.h.i.+rley. "It's about three miles from Paris, on the Bethlehem pike."

The young man uttered an exclamation of surprise.

"I wonder if you know a Mr. Willing, who must live near you?"

"He is my father," returned s.h.i.+rley.

"You don't say so! I am in luck, for I am going now to Willing's place."

s.h.i.+rley felt frightened.

"You are?" she exclaimed.

"Yes."

"On business?"

"Well, no, not exactly. You see, Mr. Willing and my father are old friends. Your father has often asked my father to stop and see him, and as I was near, I felt anxious to call."

s.h.i.+rley held out her hand.

"I know you now," she said. "At first I didn't a.s.sociate you with the Mr. Wolfe of whom father speaks so often, his old college friend."