Show IN A STREET CAR why a young woman was heartily ashamed of herself broadway was a mush of 0 slush a and nd a young woman who wished to cross stood shivering on the curbstone fearing to step into the slough A rough coated irishman caught hold of her and carried her across she taking in the courtesy of the deed said 1 I thank you sir I 1 could not have got across but tor for your courtesy ga d miss I 1 saw all in your eyes before ford you spoke said the irish gentleman in whose veins ran the courtesy of generations of noble celts belts the young lady was not a sister to the woman of whom our young folk tells this story one day a beautiful young girl rustled into eu a cable car and sat down with her companion her dress was fresh from the dressmakers her gloved hands held a white parasol tied with a knot of yellow ribbons the car was crowded and among the passengers were some italian laborers such as now largely do the rough work of our great cities picturesque creatures some of them are it if one sees them at a distance with their shaggy heads arid and great melancholy eyes but malodorous and to be shunned it if on one e has to sit n next ex t to them for a half hour and that was what this bright eyed gill had to do 1 I think its dreadful she whispered to her companion why dont the company refuse to let such creatures on the cars ile he will ruin my dress it if I 1 touch him I 1 know just see how he stares at mel me soon the man arose and leaning forward to catch the strap fahily bent over her 1 I am sure he is very impertinent she said 1 I have half hair a ni nind nd to call the conductor when the conductor came around she he motioned him wont you make that man move she said move up tile the words were said in a sharp t tone one the italian answered but see ze oil ze bOOtI fuI lady see the lady looked up she saw the oil lamp had sprung a leak and would have dripped over her had not the man stretching out ills hla arm over ever her formed an umbrella which had protected her dress and bonnet A blush came into her face as s she h e bowed her thanks to him and murmured to tier her friend it makes me ashamed to think while I 1 was scorning him and lie he knew it he should have taken such pains tor for me its a lesson I 1 will not forget that at least some of these poor laborers have hava bigger souls soul than I 1 have ill never be scornful to one again im sure youths companion |