The Courtesy She Expected

" hen 1 was down in Ivorth Carolina last," remarked the drummer, "I met a mountaineer beauty in Asheville foraday's Bightseeing. She was tall and angular, and her calicó dress and limp sunbonnet of the same material clung to her as if they had no other support in the wide world. Her face was freckled. I met her in the railroad station, waiting for a train, and she spotted me on sight. " 'Ain't you a drummer?' she inquired. "'I'm a traveling salesman,' I replied. 'What will you have?' " 'I want to know about my train, an ther ain't nobody round that seems to know anything. Drummers know it all,' she laughed. "I told her what she wanted to know, and then she branched off. " 'I wuz over thar in the men's side uv the deepot awhile ago,' she said, 'lookin round, and when I went in thar every man was smokin, and the way they treated me wuz real insultin.' " 'You didn't expect them to stop smoking when you carne in, did you?' I isked. 'That's their waiting room, you know, and they have the right of way.' "She tapped the floor with the toe of her big calfskin shoe for a moment. " 'But they might have been polite,' she contended weakly. " 'What did you want them to do?' " 'Well, some uv 'em,' and here sha pouted, 'might 'a' axed me to smoke.' "Then I off ered her my cigar case, and she