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fifty dollars this afternoon which he showed to several gentlemen in the hotel. When he was found the money was not on his person.”
I left the city the next morning at nine, and as the train was crossing the bridge over the Cumberland River I took out of my pocket a yellow horn overcoat button the size of a fifty-cent piece, with frayed ends of coarse twine hanging from it, and cast it out of the window into the slow, muddy waters below.
I wonder what’s doing in Buffalo!
