The railroad bell has been clanging for the last hour, a sound that can mean only one thing in this town. Another soul has said goodbye. It's not in the papers yet, and I've heard no tell, only the tintinabulation of the bell bell bell. (Who's it toll for? Thee? Or me?) In this town the bells are a common thing, for reasons, perhaps, of availability and convenience. There's magnetism in the train tracks, panic in the eyes of engineers, and there is not a one in either direction that doesn't blow his horn all the way through town.