This In New York

There were thirteen men of us holding down seats in a Pourth avenue car the other day, while four women who couldn't get seats were hanging to the straps, wen a man at the front end of the car, who had been busy with the contents of his grip, suddenly rose up and asked one of the women to accept his seat, says the Detroit Free Press. In reply to her "thanks!" he said: "Not at all, ma'am - not at all. I'm sorry I didn't offer it before. Hope you will excuse me, ma'am." She bowed in the affirrnative, and he said: "I am not a New Yorker, ma'am. No, I don't live here. You suspected as tnuch, I presume?" She looked up curiously, but didn't reply, and he glanced around the car and continued: "I'm what you folks cali a provincial, you know - live out in a country town. We are hayseeds out there, and have rustic ways. For instance, you would never see twelve of our men occupying seats in a street car while three ladies had to stand up. Regular country style that is, but we can't help it." The twelve of us looked full at him ind sought to bulldoze him into silence, but it didn't work. "We've got a few professional loafers, of course, but I can't remember when one of them kept his seat and obliged a lady to stand. Twelve men comfortably sitting down and three women lurching around as they hang to the straps! It's New York, you know, and not at all queer to you; but I must confess " I do not know what he confessed to. [ rose up and went out and dropped off the car, and was followed by eleven others, and when the car had passed we went into caucus and bound each other by a solemn oath to punch that man's head at the peril of our lives if we ever ran across him aprain.