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Show HE WAS AMBUSHED. . "When does the next train that stops at Montrose leave here?" asked the iresolute. widow at the booking office "window. ' "You'll ha le to wait Ave hours, ma'am." 1 "I don't think so." "Well, pei hkps you know better than I do." "Yes, sir! i And perhaps you know better than I do whether I am expecting expect-ing to travel by that train myself, or whether I am inquiring for a relative that's visiting at my house. And may- be you think it a your business to stand behind there and try to instruct people peo-ple about things they know as well as you do, if not better! And perhaps you'll learn 'some dov tr p-ivA people fV"!1- -a'iJ-i10 nen "they ask you civil questions, y1 ig man; but my opinion is you wonis.) "Yes, ma'tyt!" gasped the booking clerk. yf |