The Courtesy She Expected

"When I was down in North Carolina last," remarked the drummer, "I met a moantaineer beauty in Asbeville foraday's BÍghtseeing. Shu wai tall and angular, and her oalico dras and limp sunbonnet of tbesami rial clung to aeras if they had no otber support in the wideworld Her face vis frccklrd. I met her in the railroad station, wal ting tor a train, and she spotted me on Bigbt. " 'Aln't you a drummer?' she Inqulred. "Tm k traveling salesman,' 1 replied. 'wnat will you havöf' "'[want to know about my train, an ther ain't nobody round that nema to know anything. Drummers know it all,' she laughed. "I tokl her what she wanted to know, and theu she branchetl olf. " 'I wuz over thar in the men's side uv tho 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 Btop smoking when you carne in, did you?' I usked. 'Thafs their waitintr room, you know. and they havo the right of wiiy.' "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 UT 'cm,' and liere she poutcd, 'might 'i' axed me to smoke.' "Thcn I off ered her m v cigar case, tind she