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Show Whisky was Not for Her. A woman who apparently had been I averso to entorlng a saloon ap- j proached the bartender In a fashion-' ' able North Sldo place the other oven-Ing oven-Ing and In low tones called for a quart of whisky. Five or six men were j' standing near tho end of the bar, says i the Chicago Inter-Ocean. I "Now, I don't want you to think 1 this Is for me," said tho woman In 1 way of explanation, at tho samo tlnio glancing furtlvoly at tho men near the end of tho bar. "My husband, who Is til sent mo for tho liquor and I did not want to como because I thought you ! might think It was for mo, and I naturally would feel ombarrassed. "What do you drink, wood alcohol?" returned the bartender In a matter-of-fact way. The men near tho end ot the bar laughed aloud. "I didn't como In hero to be Insulted," Insult-ed," returned tho woman savagely, at the samo tlmo manifesting her contempt con-tempt for the loungers with a vicious stare. 1 |