A SAD, SAD STORY.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XX, Issue 1121, 5 October 1911, Page 22

A SAD, SAD STORY.

The man dashed down the street after the retreating tram car. ’ Every muscle in his body was strained, his breath came in quick gasps; beads of perspiration stood out upon his forehead. “I’ll catch that tram,”’ he muttered, “or die!” Faster went the tram car, faster went the man. At last Ihe pace began to tell, but still the man struggled on. He drew near the tram car. His hand clutched the rail. He made a final effort, jumped, and landed exhausted on the platform. The conductor touched him on the shoulder. “Get off!” he said brutally. “We’re going to the depot. There are no more cars to-night!”