A DARK DAY WITH A GLOWING SUNSET The clerk at the station window was not the kindly young man who had received Harold's ticket for safe keeping.

He knew nothing of it and poked around for several minutes before finding it.

After glancing keenly at its date he threw it down and brusquely said: "Time's out on this, my friend." Harold looked at him sharply.

"Oh, no, that can't be; it's a thirty-day trip." The agent grew irritable.

"I know it is; it was good to the fifteenth; this is the seventeenth; the ticket is worthless." Harold took up the slip of paper and stared at it in bewilderment.