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The Day's Work.

Such are the men who, when you travel on a train, hold your life in their hands, and control the destinies of you and yours. To me it seemed a fact worthy of comment, but to them it is “the day's work,” done with undemonstrative efficiency; they sense no drama in their job—not even when an emergency calls up the heroism which slumbers in the hearts of most men and women. But to me there are the elements of drama in every minute of their toil.