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Show No Wonder He Was Mad. There are times when words fail adequately ade-quately to express the force of pent up ! feelinfe-. A portly, elderly gentleman stood at the Brooklyn bridge ticket window, win-dow, got his ticket, and, glancing to-j to-j ward the step, saw the vanishing heels of several scampering passengers flying tip the broad st;tirway. Hastily gathering gather-ing up his change he dashed past the ticket box, dropping his ticket deftly in, 1 and, cording np his tendons, began the ascent of the steps as rapidly as his portly frame would allow. He wheezed I and puffed and gasped, but struggled on. , His ears caught the rush of a train com-1 com-1 ing down along the platform, and lie , felt that to catch it his time was short. Ho strained hard on up the stairs, the veins on his forehead standing out lik cords with the effort. Finally with a deep gasp lie gained the top just as tho cars rolled up to rtand still. A broad smile of satisfaction spread itself slowly aver his glowing features as he stepped toward tho cars. It was a hard ptdl, but ho had gotten there. He was no doubt mentally congratulating himself upon his success when the voice of a bridge policeman suddenly sang out on tho night air with, "This train don't go!" New York Times. |