The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-11-11
A STUDY IN HUMANITY.
One Mans Experience in q New Yorl


One Mans Experience in q New York
ri59nc Car.
"Nothin' dom, Name" said the low
browed young man with the bulldog paw to
his gum-chewing companion. They got on
the Eighth Avenue car at One Hundred and
Sixth Street. He had just picked up an
envelope from the seat by his side" says
the New York Mail and Express" land
after determining that it was empty threw
it on the floor. Inscribed on it, plainly Wis
ible, were the name and address Of a we'll
known society leader Soon afterward
Eighty-sixth Street was reached on the
cars southwark progress and many OF the
passengers got off and their places were
taken by others.
"Pawdon me, miss" drawled an elegant
youth, just as the car started. The words
were accompanied by killing bow and
look directed at an attractive girl. Paw
don" said the exquisite, but haven't you
-ah-lost this lettah?'
1T is not mine" said the girl, simply but
chillingly. The envelope futtered to the
floor again face upward, and the confident
grin faded into discounted grimace.
loudly dressed parsonage looked at
the letter, which seemed to hypnotic him.
er light cleaned in his eye Then his UNI
brella dropped from his fat fingers. He
bent to pick it up and at the same time
secured the coveted prize. Quicker than
it takes to tell he had smuggled it up mis-
sleeve, pulled some other papers from his
pocket, and, under pretence Of examining
them, peeped into the stray envelope. A
bafled look followed the discovery that
1t was empty, and it was again abandoned.
Mo- cs~ c;s al n
fussy old party, with a series of puffs.
My dear sir, you have dropped letter.
sir-actually dropped what looks like
very valuable letter sir. ! hope it is not
valuable letter, sir. but-pray, pardon
the expression. sir-how very careless of
you. sir, how very careless!" But the
loudly dressed man was most obviously
asleep.
Fifty ninth Street," called the cond1c-
tor, and the fussy old party, still protest
ing. got off.
And now there swept in matron with
a voice as sharp as her features and gor-
geous of apparel. She was taking the
world into her confidence and incidentally
informing her companion, a plainly dress
ed young woman, who seemed to be poor
relation from the country. about her So
cial triumpbs and her grand acqQaintances
in New York.
why. only the other day" she was
saying, didn't l meet Mrs. Van Slasher
on the avenue. and ! had on my tur-
quoise and terra Gotta satin, and what do
you think she said? Such a perfect lady.
Mrs. Van Slasher. Why, she looked at me
just like I'm looking at you and she said:
'Where'd you get it?' Just like that
'where'd yc;- get ito she says. Oh, we're
great friends, / and Mrs. Van Slasher.
and"
But here her protese spied the letter.
now soiled and dirty from frequent hand
ling and trampling under foot.
Did you drop that, auntie?" she asked
as she picked it up and handed it to the
oratress.
Mrs. Million NermilliOn. No. - Fifth
Avenue" she read in stentoran tones.
why, to be sure. II that isn't the note
that Mrs. Bigley Boggs asked me to hand
to Mrs. Million Vermillion yesterday.
Hcw awfully careless of me-" And, con-
tinuing her harangue she put the dirty
scrap of paper into handsome chate-
laine bag =l seh
Vanity of vanIties," sighed the philos-
opher in the far corner. as the conductor
announced Forty second Street. I'm.
let's see: One Hundred and Sixth Street
to Forty-second Street makes sixty-fcur
blocks-and four human frailties-why,
it's 16 to l. and just as foolish" Then he
drew this diagram in his notebook:
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