into the chilly and black interior and quickly slid shut the door
behind her. Then with the silly feeling of having committed a
crime, he stumbled away through the darkness at top speed.

A freight car has a myriad uses, beyond the carrying of
legitimate freight. From time immemorial, it has been a favorite
repository for all manner of illicit flotsam and jetsam human or
otherwise.

Its popularity with tramps and similar derelicts has long been a
theme for comic paper and vaudeville jest. Though, heaven knows,
the inside of a moving box-car has few jocose features, except in
the imagination of humorous artist or vaudevillian!

But a far more frequent use for such cars has escaped the notice
of the public at large. As any old railroader can testify,
trainhands are forever finding in box-cars every genus and
species of stray.

These finds range all the way from cats and dogs and discarded
white rabbits and canaries, to goats. Dozens of babies have been
discovered, wailing and deserted, in box-car recesses; perhaps a
hundred miles from the siding where, furtively, the tiny human
bundle was thrust inside some conveniently unlatched side door.

A freight train offers glittering chances for the disposal of the
Unwanted. More than once a slain man or woman has been sent along
the line, in this grisly but effective fashion, far beyond the
reach of recognition.