A Gallant Of The Old School

On a Sixth avenue train the other evening an old man sat literally packed among women. As the train approached the Twenty-third street station he began to button up bis coat preparatory to leaving the car. He looked about grimly among the clustered women till he caught sight of an elderly man standing with them. Reaching out at arm's length with his cane among the furbelows and feathers, he inanaged to touch his f ellow man on the elbow. The other understood at once, and wedged his -way back to the waiting seat. When he was safely there the old man got up, and, glaring defiantly at the baffled fair ones, picked hifi way rheumatically out of the