A Diligent Guard.

The Express was about to start when an old lady ran on to the platform in breathless haste. The guard pounced upon her in a trice, fairly lifted her into a carriage, and as he slammed the door the train moved out of the station.

The first stopping-place was sixty miles down the line, and when the train arrived the guard saw the old lady getting out of her carriage in a state of indignation.

“You almost missed it, ma'am,” he said.

“Missed it!” burst out the old lady. “I only wanted to post a letter in the late-fee box in the train, and now you've brought me here.”

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