Two Travelers

"Are you traveling alone ?" asked a tall, agrieultural-looking gentleman, approaching a lady wlio occupied two seats in a crowded car. "No, sir," she replied. "May I ask you who's with you?" asked the man, looking around vainly for some other place to store himself. "My husband," snapped the lady with fláshmg eyes. "My husband is travelling with rne." "Oh, 'ah! excuse me," and the tall man straightened up and prepared to take a standing ride. "Is this seat engaged ?" asked a dashing, well dressed young fellow of the lady five minutes latei "No, sir," she replied, and down he plumped. "I say, ma'm!" protested the tall man, "is that your husband?" "Xo it isn't, and you needn't ask any more questions," retsrted the woman. "But you said you were travelling with hiño," persisted the tall rnan. "So I am," snorted the lady. "Where is he?" insisted the tall man. "He's in the baggage car in a coffin," replied the lady. "I beg pardon, ma'am," said the tall man, humbly., "I honestly beg pardon. I won't ask i'f he's dead, but you'll cúseme for thinkiag that if you and he have been. married long he' 3 deuced smart to travel aróund screwed up in a box, if you are 'on tlie same trip and it's