Her Hat

It was jast bef ore the bandeau as au item of hat decoration retired into obscurity. A pretty darasel with a black Gainsborough, wel! tilted at an acute angle by the pale blue bandeau that rested ou her flufïy hair, sat in a crowded Broadway cable car, opposite a shabby cid figure in a shawl, who slumbered fttfully, giving out a suspicious rum odor. Suddenly the sleeper roused herBelf, stared stupidly at lier vis-a-vis for a moment, and then, lurching forward iia her seat, said with a watery smile, "Yer hat's on crooked. " The damsel turned her head away in fllushed indignation, but the elderly dame would not be ruisunderstood. She Leaned still farther forward, and, pointiag a wavering fccefinger at the offendiiag bandeau, reiterated: "It'syou. Yer hat's on crooked I" Tho passengers by ttois time took an active interest in the bandeau as well. The Gainsborough maiden looked helplessly around, made a wild signal to the conductor and took