Found His Overcoat

The train stopped in the great dark statioa of a New England city and a entleman who had been dozing during the last hour of nis journey got up in haste, seized his bag and hurried out of the car. In a moment he carne rushing back; he had forgotten his overcoat, says the Youth's Companion. 1 But no overcoat was there, for his son i had come along from the smoking car, i recognized it and carried it out. "Where's my coat?" exclaimed the! owner, excitedly, diving under the seat ! and knocking . off his nat as he rose. "This is my seat! I'm sure I left it here." But the persons sitting.near had just entered the car and took no interest in him; nobody answered. Out he hurried and again missed his son, who had gone into the station to inquire about tickets. He was sure his coat must be in that car. There was nothing for it but to go back, and back he went. Meanwhile a lady attired In black, with a long crape veil over her face, entered the seat he had vacated and sunk wearily back in the corner, her veil over her face. In rushed the excited gentleman. The train was about to start and if he was to tind his coat it was now or never. "There it is," he cried in triumph. "l knew it was there!" He plunged forward and literally rabbed at- the veiled lady. She shrieked, he gasped an apology, the train started and he plunged out of the car.