I nodded. I had seen just such murderous crossings. "So the company determined to build a viaduct there, and last December sent me out to look over the ground. I reached there about nine o'clock in the morning, and by noon had all my data and was ready to come back to the city. "'Can you flag this train for me, John?' I asked the flagman, as I heard a whistle down the line. "'No, sir,' he answered; 'can't do it, sir. That's the limited, but there'll be a local along ten minutes after it.' "'All right,' I said, and went up the bank a bit to sit down and wait for it. "The limited whistled again, just around the curve, and then I heard the flagman give a yell and start up the hill, waving his flag like mad. I jumped up and saw that a buggy containing two women had just started down and that the horse was beyond control. It didn't take me above a minute to run over, get the horse by the bridle, and stop him. I held the track record for everything up to the half-mile while I was at Sheff," he added, with a little apologetic smile. I nodded again; only, I thought, I should like to hear the flagman tell the story. "The horse had knocked me about a bit," he went on, "and kicked me on the legs once or twice, so when I let go the bridle I was a little wobbly--made a fool of myself, I suppose. Anyway, I was bundled into the buggy and taken back to Elizabeth, where the women lived." "Yes," I encouraged him, for he seemed to have come to a full stop; "and then?" "Well, they took me home with them and fixed me up as though I were a plaster baby. The elder woman introduced herself as Mrs. Lawrence and the younger as her daughter Marcia. They made me stay for tea----" He stopped again. "I don't know how to tell the rest, Mr. Lester," he blurted out. "Only Marcia Lawrence was the divinest woman I ever met. Royce used to laugh at me for having an ideal." "Yes, he told me," I said. "Well, I knew instantly that I'd found her. And she was very good to me--better than I knew how to deserve. Three months ago, she promised to be my wife--we were to have been married at noon to-day----" He sat with bowed head and working face, unable to go on. "We were happy--she was happy, I know it!" he cried fiercely, after a moment. "There wasn't a cloud--not a single cloud! It was too perfect, I suppose--too perfect for this world. I've heard that perfect things don't last. But I don't understand--I can't understand!" "Mr. Royce told me she'd disappeared," I said gently. "Disappeared utterly!" He was on his feet now and striding madly up and down the room, his self-control gone from him. "There wasn't a cloud, I tell you; not the slightest breath of suspicion or distrust or unhappiness. Last night, some of her friends here gave a little reception for her, and she was the gayest of the gay. This morning, about ten o'clock, I called to see her; she seemed very happy--kissed me good-bye until we should meet at the church."