A HOME OF TOMMY ATKINS. 



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LDERSHOT'" and 



the porter throw ^ 



open the door of 

 our compartment as the 

 train comes to a stop, and 

 I find myself standing on 



the station platform among a crowd of fellow-travellers, pa- 

 tiently awaiting my turn to pass the ticket- taker, as we move 

 slowly out to the street and the waiting line of cabs beyond 

 the palings. The moment one alights one notices the mili- 

 tary character of the place, so different from the many stations 



