CHAPTER V

IN SYRACUSE "Beg your pardon! Hope you're not hurt?" It was the young man standing before Hazel, and bowing as he assisted her in getting to her feet from her seat on the arm of his chair. "I beg--_your_ pardon," murmured Hazel, her face suffused with the blushes that she could not keep back. "It was--it was----" "I know, the train! They run a bit unevenly at times with these electric locomotives. Perfectly excusable. Are you sure you're not hurt--sprained ankle, or anything like that?" he asked, anxiously. "Of cou…