As the Capital Express train dashed into the village of Bruceton one bright afternoon, a brakeman passing through a car was touched on the shoulder by a man, who said,-- "The man that left this in the seat in front got out three stations back. You don't s'pose he'll want it again an' send back for it, do you?"…
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