A Purely Irish Retort

The eonductor's eyes feil on the little black pipe, and he said with a snap, "You can't smoke liere !" "Ol'm not smokinY' said Pat, wlth calm good temper. The conductor collected the rest of the fares on our seat and came back agaih. "I say you can't smoke here !" he reiterated angrily. "Oi'm no' smok'n'," returned the off en der meokly. '■You've got y'r pipe in y'r mouth!' yowled the conductor. Pat's eyes woke up. "And Oi've got me ieet in me boots, too, but Oi'm not walklnT' he retorted crusMngly. "Tenth street !" yelled the