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Show DIDN'T WORK BY SCHEDULE Impossible for Rural Postman to Tell Just When the Next Mail Would Go Out. A day of mist and rain and driving wind, and over the turn of the hill a man's figure making his wny, the only human being that had been seen for days. He game straight Into the house with his postbag, and kindly smile. He had a military bearing and spoke like a schoolmaster with a university education. He explained how he had ccme round that way and expected to carry back letters ready for the post. A rush was made and what could be put together was intrusted to him. "What about tomorrow?" was the question asked by those unacquainted with the ways of the rural post. "When does the post go out?" A slow smile gathered on the postman's face. "Ah ! that I cannot tell," he said shaking shak-ing his head, "it depends entirely on when it comes in." Christian Science Monitor. |