She was a slip of a girl--not more than sixteen years of age. She had boarded the early morning train at a little station and took a seat on the east side of the coach where she sat looking at the first rays of approaching day, oblivious of the other passengers in the coach. A man of perhaps twenty-eight or thirty years walked through the coach several times looking attentively at the women passengers. He was well dressed and of medium size. The bill of his cap was pulled well down and shaded his weak eyes. There was a narrow, pinched look about his mouth and chin. After several trips up and down the aisles he stopped in front of the seat in which this young girl was seated and asked, "Miss, is this seat taken?" The girl turned her face suddenly from the window and hesitatingly replied, "No, it's not taken." The man sat down. He at once proceeded to engage the girl in conversation. At first she was very shy, but gradually her timidity wore off and she talked freely. She told him that she was an orphan, her mother having died when she was five years old. She had been raised by her grandmother in a little country town. Her grandmother had recently died and left her without any living relatives. She had worked for two weeks in the restaurant in the little town and had decided to go to the city to seek employment. "Do you know where you are going to work?" he asked. "No, I don't." "Have you any acquaintances in the city?" "No, I do not know anyone there. I am afraid I will feel pretty much alone." "A pretty girl like you ought not to be long in getting some friends." "I never was in a city and I am a little afraid." "I live in the capital city," said the man. "I am well acquainted there. I can help you get a job. Not long ago I helped a girl who was a stranger in the city get a good job. I landed it for her the next day after she arrived. She thinks I'm the 'hot stuff' and she's a cute little dear--just about your size but not so pretty as you are. Say, girlie, it's lucky you met me, for I can sure land you a good job." "Oh, thank you! I am so glad, for I have money to keep me but a short time without working." "Do you know where you are going to board?" "No, I want to get a good clean place that is not too expensive." "There is a good room vacant where I board. It's the best place in the city for the money." "How much is the board per week?" "Seven dollars a week for both room and board." "That's cheaper than I hoped to get it." "I tell you there is not another place like it in the city." "Is it a respectable place?" she asked. "Oh, yes; it's the finest kind of a place. The land-lady is very particular whom she takes in. I'll recommend you and you'll get in all right." She felt more comfortable now that she had found someone who was acquainted where she was going and would help her.