The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-05-12
HER EMPHATIC OPINION.

Expressed in Various Terms, But Not in Way to Have Effect.
 There are plenty of vacant seats ur
 forward in the open car. but the
 hatchet-faced woman with the baggy
 umbrella and the faded retioule didn't
 want to see them. The conductor, with
 his hand on the bell strap, motloned her
 with the other hand to one of the for
 ward seats, but she didn't want to see
 the conductor either. So she deposited
 herself and her baggy umbrella and her
 faded resticule in the next-to-the-la st l seat, alongside a short squat man with
 bristly reddish mustache and fixed stare right ahead. This individual was
 puff1ng industriously on a travelled, pale olive-hued cigar, that gave forth eccentric clouds of brownish smoke that l looked as if it might be issuing from a 1 burning out flue.
 l No sooner had she taken her seat than | the hatchet-faced woman began to I glare at the man with the freak-smoke. The man, however kept right at his work of puffing, never seemingly taking his eyes from the back of the motor mans neck straight ahead. l "Irgh!" ejaculated the hatchet-faced woman when she found that her glares weren't relieving the situation any. | "Ugh!"
 The man with the eccentric fumer 1 pulled harder than ever, and continued | to regard the back of the motorman s neck as if fascinated by that spectacle
 Some folks manners, if must say | it!' snapped the woman with the baggy umbrella, wriggling in her seat and continuing to direct vitriolic glares at | the reddish-mustached man l The latter removed the cigar from his :, mouth, gazed at it in contenplative, l affectionate sort of way, dampened. some of the many loose ends of the thing with forefnger, replaced it t1 l his mouth and continued to fill the ahr with deep, brown smoke. "No more respect for ladies thaM so many rabbits. some of 'em. do de- l clare!" exclaimed the hatchet- faced woman, fetching the ferule of her bulgy umbrella down on the car floor with a bang.
 1 The squatty man with the piece of l burning raveled rope, crossed his legs and continued to smoke with great ob- vious enjoyment, although he was still l interested in the general contour of the motorman's neck.
 | "Blowin' their filthy see-gar smoke right in the faces O ladies old enough 1 to be their mothers an never so much as apologizin', neether!" went on the woman with the faded reticule while l the other men in the rear seats, none of whom happened to be smoking. snickered and glanced at each other grinningly.
 l But the man with the hempen article 1 only redampened some more of the loose ends of his smoke and then went on pulling on it with even more enjoy- ment than before.
 An y might jes as well talk t. I smoe swine as I could tell of as t so many cobblestones!" continued the hatchet-faced woman, raisnig her reti- | cule from her lap and putting it back there with jolt.
 The conductor happened to be passing on the sideboard just then, and he smil- ed as he said in courteous tone to the hatchet-faced wornant
 Lady. these seats are reserved for smokers-move up in front at the next stop and you won't be bothered.
 The woman with the bulgy umbrella. shot the conductor look of the. most overwhelming scorn as she made reply:
 "They ain't so sich thing as reservfn' no seats on no cars nowhere for hogs, an you know it, young man, as well as do." E ,asa
 The conductor shrugged his shoulders and passed on forward
 But the man with the blazing bit of caulifiower had never turned his head either to the right or left during this colloquy, nor had he given the slightest indication, by any expression of his face, that he was even awre of what was going on.
 "Th' very idee O ladies bein' ast t change their seats in cars fir tn sake O lettin' common, evry-day cattle make noosances O themselves!" sniffed the hatchet-faced woman.
 Just at that moment a man with a singuary plastic countenance climbed into the vacant seat on the other side of the man with the travelled smoke. The two recognized each other instantly and instantly they began quick eX- change of conversation--with their hands, deftly and swiftly going through the everlasting and ever-mystifying language of the mutes.
 The expression that swept over the sharp features of the woman with the i, baggy umbrella could never be describ- | ed.
 Well I swan--he never heeard a word I said" she ejaoulated, and then she signalled the conductor to stop the car at the next crossing and there de- | parked, while the men in the rear seats | chuckled aloud and the two mutes went | on, all unconsciously with their lan- | guage of the hands.-W Washington Even- ing Star
 THE ARMY OFFICERS IN THE
 PHILIPPINES.
 The desire of General Miles 10 50 |, where he can see active service is be-