A QUEER VISITOR
"Well, I guess this is a surprise," said Natty.
"And a very pleasant one," rejoined Miss Arrow.
The two were standing on number nine platform of Liverpool Street Station waiting for the Wargrove train, and the meeting was accidental. Natty did not look so well as usual, as his face was somewhat haggard. Jenny noticed this, and thought he had been sitting up all night. With considerable coolness she made the remark, which Natty contradicted.
"It isn't that," said Mr. Denham, gloomily. "I've been square enough, but I've been having trouble."
"Oh dear me!" cried Miss Arrow, sympathetically. "Not bad, I hope?"
"Sufficiently bad to make me leave for the States next week."
Jenny looked rather dismayed. She fancied herself in love with Mr. Denham, as by this time she had quite got over her romantic affection for the Irish secretary.
"I'm sorry," she said pensively. "And you will regret leaving--Mildred!" She looked at him sharply.
"I'll regret leaving all my friends. Those at Wargrove are the best I've struck in the old country. I don't know that Miss Starth's any great sorrow to me, though. She don't care a red cent for me."