Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 181 even depths, and at unequal distances, and Paddy stumbled all over himself at every opportunity. Harry went in first, followed by Pat, Tom, myself, and Jim, in the order named. We were obliged tosqueeze by an old lady and her daughter who occupied the end seats, and the former, sitting next to Jim, resented the necessary crowding by sundry sniffs and looks of disgust. Her displeasurewas soevi­ dent that Jim felt called upon to apologize, which he did in his most grandisonian man­ ner, and in tones not less loudthan those of the singer on the stage, " I beg your pardon, madam; I assure you it was unintentional; I have tender feet myself, and can sympathize with you." At this there was a burst of applause and laughter. I looked around and could see a number of college men scattered through the orchestra, evidently ready to encourage any exploit to which such " dare-devils " as Jim and Harry mightreat them. There were a few of the gentler sex in the audience, but the great majority weremen, the flotsam and jetsamof the Bowery. Some of these joined in the laughter at Jim's elab­ orate apology, and others scowled their resentment at the disturbance. From the abode of the gallerygods (filled mostly with