Failed to Hold It.

The station master, hearing a crash on the platfrom, rushed out of his room just in time to see the Express disappear around the curve, and a disheveled young man sprawled out perfectly flat among a confusion of overturened milk-cans, and the scattered contents of his travelling bag.

“Was he trying to catch the train?” the stationmaster asked of a small boy who stood by, admiring the scene.

“He did catch it,” said the boy happily, “but it got away again.”

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