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LITIZKEI BREAKS HIS APPOINTMENT. 99 he gentleman opened the door and hollered ‘Driver!’ I julled up a bit and turned round to see what he wanted. 3 iver!’ says he, ‘I’ve changed my mind. ‘Take me to 2 Park Square Station.’ ‘All right, sir,’ says I, and he Rosed the door again. So I druv ’im to the station, and he rot out and give mea dollar and went inside, and that’s ull there is to it.” a am very much obliged to you, Mr. Billings,’’ said | ; ““I suppose you went directly to the Old Colony De ae after that?’’ **Yes’m. That’s where I went.”’ He rose as if there could be nothing more for him to say, at Clara was not done with him. **‘Just one more question,’’ she said; ‘‘sit down again, please. Did you see Mr. Strobel speak or bow to anybody at the station?”’ _“No’m. There wasn’t many people about, and he hur- ried inside like as if his train was just going.”’ _ **Was there anybody there whom you knew?”’ ‘*Yes’m; and you canask him. A feller named O’Brien, who works there, was just at the door as we drew up, and he says ‘Hello’ tome. He’ll tell you he saw me land my passenger tnere, for he came forward, thinking to get the gentleman’s bag to carry.”’ **Mr. O’Brien may have noticed where Mr. Strobel went ter going into the station, ’’ mused era. **Yes’m, he might. You might ask him.’ want to show youin some way that I appreciate your indnoss in coming here to tell me this. I have had to drive about a great deal for two days, and shall have to “use a carriage to-morrow. I shall be glad to employ you.”’ Billings flushed and shifted about uneasily _ TI can’t, miss,’’ he muttered. “Why not, Mr. Billings?’’ _ The driver stole a glance at her earnest face, and saw nothing there but sad surprise. “Thank you; 1 presume I shall. Now, Mr. Billings, I CoORnnicoooks (C@)