A Hasty Judgment

"I hate intoxicated people, whispered a good looking young lady to a companion on one of the Larimer avenue cars the other evening. A man had boarded the car at Atwood street. He staggered along the aisle and finally managed to get hold of a strap, to which he clung in order to steady himself. "You're right, " answered the one addressed; "the conductor ought to keep them off the cars. " Meanwhile the man was changing his hold on the strap from one hand to the other. He looked down, with his eyes half closed, and when some of the passengers wanted to leave the car he seemed to pay no attention to them, for he did not move out of their way. At the Larimer avenue bridge the car came to a stop. The man seemed to realize that be was at his destination, for while he had not motioned to the conductor be began to go toward the door. The conductor helped him out and after seeing him safely on the sidewalk returned to his car. Turning to a passenger who had been au interested spectator, he said: "Isn't it a pity to be blind? That gentleman lives in the house on the corner, and I take him home every evening." The two young ladies looked at each other in embarrassment, for the conductor had spoken loud enough for everybody in the car to hear him. --Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.