Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1900-03-28
TEE BRUTE KEPT HIS SEAT.
Indignant Recital q Her Woes BY
an Incensed Woman on
Carette.


startlingly self-evident."
The two ladies put their nickels in
the two little railroads, bet chocolates
on which would reach the box first, ate
their bets and the philosopher re-
sumed:
"He cursed loudly and picturesquely
at the theater hat with it's pyramidal
trimmings, and the theater hat became
in consequence extinct. He still, how
ever, with the sublime nonchalance
of his species, continues to walk all
over woman's feet and crush her gown
and upset her equanimity by his reg
ular entr'act excursions out to see
to look amiable or her escort will think
she has an impossible disposition"
She looked aggrieved and her COM
panion handed her the chocolate box
sympathetically.
He said things" she continued,
"about those rude women who did not
thank men when given their seats that
were not at all nice-that were-unfit
for publication.
She ate another chocolate hurriedly.
'"Now he busies himself behind one of
those horrid newspapers, and just be-
cause few women were rude to him he
is rude to all the women, and those
straps are so ewfully high and every
thing-!"
She sighed and mournfully selected
an almond bonbon.
"And yesterday on the Alley T. I was
just tired to death and let my UNI
brella handle punch through his old
paper going round the curve and
dropped that cloisonne vase that I
bought at such a bargain-it's done in
silver, you know, dear, and can't break
on his hat. Of course apologized
sweetly and looked so distressed. But
he only turned to the sporting page
and never stirred in his seat. So stood
all over his feet and pretended the
crowd pushed me from behind, and I
just bore down as hard as I could. But
he never paid bit of attention. You
know I weigh so ittle-oh, it's fact.
Only 81. No, know you would never
believe it. Aren't they natural? Such
a nice curve from the waist line. Yes,
wire and horse hair. Only three-ffty.
covered with silk. And I sighed quite
loudly several times and lost my bal
ance when the train would stop. And
would you believe that miserable man
never made any more sign than a
sphinx? Really, I began to lose pa
fSonoo Th1o4 10ro1xv nh~n@1o%o~
delicious. There goes the bridge. And
I'll be late home of course. Is my hat
on straight?"
She looked at herself in the little
mirror hanging to her chatelaine and
wiped some SCOT from her pretty nose.
$50 I waited till the train stopped at
the next station, and, that blessed mo-
torman nearly telescoped us all. It
gave me good chance, so gasped in
frightened way and fell over and
knocked off his glasses with my elbow.
Of course pretended to be awfully
sorry. And the miserable things never
even broke. And, my dear, he actually
picked them up, calmly put them on
and turned to the stock quotations"
The depravity of man was too much
for speech for several blocks. The
carette rumbled mournfully on. The
chocolate box was empty.
AT last" she whispered, "at last he
actually got up. had triumpde! 1
thanked him ecstatically and ELUSIVE
ly. showered smiles into his face as
he removed aside and I sat down. And
as beamed up at him the train stopped
at Sixty-irst. And, my dear!-the
brute got off" Chicago Chronicle.