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V Ack & Nisgk doN- S'S; » DAY! A Story in Three Chapters CHAPTER I. SHE SENDS HER VALENTINE. a Be guard had whistled, and thrown up his hands in that attitude of despair always assumed by a really reliable guard. The train had just begun to slip away from the platform, when a young gentle- man rushed up to the moving carriages, opened the first one he came to, and flung himself in, having hurled in various minor articles of baggage before him. Putting his head out of the window, he shouted to a groom standing on the platform: ‘‘ Have you seen to the lug- gageP” Receiving an affirmative touch of the hat, he added, at the top of his voice, ‘‘ Tell them I was in lots of time,” and subsided into his seat. Then recollecting the reckless way in which hat-box, sticks, and rug had preceded his entry, he looked round the carriage with a view to collecting them, and met the gaze of a fellow- passenger, at whose feet his hat-box had rolled. This was a girl of about seventeen, with a small pale face, clear-cut features, and a rather large mouth, whose amused expression displayed a very white and regular set of teeth. ‘*T am afraid I must have startled you by my abrupt entry,” said he, agreeably surprised, as he picked up his various possessions, and began to arrange them in the rack above his head; ‘but it was a very near thing. I ran it rather too close.” “Indeed,” rejoined the young lady. ‘‘I thought I overheard you say to someone on the platform that they were to be told you were in lots of time.” A pious fraud!” exclaimed Mr. Trevor—to give our hero his name. ‘'To have to scramble for your seat, as I have just done, is almost worse, in my governor’s eyes, than to miss the train altogether.” As neither of the travellers was at all shy, they were soon deeply immersed in-conversation, in the course of which the singular coin- cidence was elicited that they were both bound for the same des- tination. ‘You see,” said Mr. Trevor, who, after the ice had been broken by various commonplace remarks, had begun to wax confidential: ‘my father thinks it is time I got through sundry examinations, So he wouldn’t let me go back to college this term, but packed me off to a parson; and I’ve got to read hard with him for the next three Eomichooks.¢co m