Winked At Another's Wife

Thera eould be no döubi nbont i - the man u ihc gray ulster had wlnked .'it hor, and she feit so deepl.v inoi-i iiicd that she had tu cali her busbande attentlon to wiiat any good roman would have considerad au insult. ''He Wlnked at me, John,'' Mrs. Elolse .Marie Sinclair, of Brooklyn. sald. ■■i-:ii ? wiio wlnked at my Elolse?" "That man who ]assed in the liuht coat. 1 can'1 stand it, that'a just u ha I I can'! ." Mr. Sinclair hastüy lefl Iii wlfe's si !c on Grand streel and bowled along after the gentleman in the nobby ulster. "81r," he cried, as he caught up, 'sir. yiu have insult cd my wUe, slr, and I demand an apology, sir. You hear, sir ?" The man wlnked at Sinclair. Mis rlghi opiie opened aad simt spasmodlcally. it seemed to bc a deeper brown than tin1 other, and possessed a piare Uke a stereoptican. "Wlnked?" he asked, nol che leasi dlaturbed. "Oh, yes eouldn't help it. you know. Wlnk at yon. too; see V and he wlnked agalri. 'Taci is. my frlend," he sald, "my rlghi eye is tiew and it doesn't fit umlef the lid well. I paid $25 for it. too. Ifs rough 'lass. that'è What it is, and 1 can't help wlnklnjc. Teil the lady 1 meant no wrong." Sinclair expía ined thlngs satisfactorlly to li is wlfè, an I the crowd that