“I am told you have a great deal of influence in railway circles in Chicago.”

“Yes, I have.”

“Can you get a good place for a capable and deserving young man?”

“I think so. Does he understand railroading?”

“Yes, he is the station-master at Slocum Junction.”

“Oh, the station-master! Certainly, I should be delighted to offer him a good position. He is a splendid fellow, and I like him exceedingly.”

“I am charmed to hear you say so,” said Dorothy, with downcast eyes, pulling a flower and picking it to pieces; “for that brings us to the sentiment, and I show my confidence in you and the great esteem in which I hold you, by telling you this strict secret—that I am engaged to be married to the station-master, and am anxious to get to Chicago.”


CHAPTER XI—THE TERROR OF WHEAT