day was an outing, vastly exciting and enjoyable. Still, he sought one last word of sincere realization of his ill fortune, and found no response to his own heart hunger. He said "Good-bye," as he stepped ashore, and holding her hand for a moment:
"I am glad that you have had such a pleasant afternoon, Cynthia. A friend in need is a friend indeed."
The tribute touched and pleased her, and the irony of it wholly escaped her, as she gayly called after him:
"Be sure you don't forget to look us up to-night."
VI
Hastings did not look behind him, as with lowered head he ran along the railroad track to the station, jumped into a cab and urged the driver to speed to the house where his mother must be waiting.
Some one within heard his footstep, knew it for what she craved most to hear, and was in the doorway of her room, when he saw her. Picking her up like a child,
