would Doris have kept free from anything like that!
With her key in my hand, I stood in the vestibule of the next car, daydreaming about her. The train was bounding along too beautifully, rushing us right into Cleveland. I wanted to see Doris again but she'd dismissed me; I could only endanger her now by hanging around.
When we stopped at Cleveland, at eight-thirty, old "Iron Age" again was on the platform; and this time I tumbled off with him. I didn't plan anything quite so subtle as the succeeding event; really, I wasn't up to that at all. You see, what happened was this.
I'd reported to him, on parting from Doris after dinner, that I was sure they were leaving the train at Cleveland because she'd mentioned the matter, quite definitely, again. Of course Dibley only regarded me more in sorrow than otherwise; he was certain they were only playing me. So when I was on the platform with him, for my benefit he was a bit over-ostentatious in acting out his conviction that they were staying on the train. He had a new sheaf of messages to clutter up the telegraph office and Western Union had a boy burdened down with replies for him; so Doris and George, with Fe-
