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Show "'SSINCL AIR'S SOCIOLOGY. u3 BY KEITH GORDON. rA hi 1N. by Frances rHson-) iEcr' was the bottom of it-but i!flu responsible for the soclolo-:ihjrond soclolo-:ihjrond the writer's knowledge. wsW the corners oC a woman's jftSStarn upward and the tips of ifJKrscurl every so slightly back-cfBjj back-cfBjj is cafe to assume that she " "l: teleaded for the decorative rather f e useful purposes of life. E Nature arranges these little UiV sult her6Clf- ffc'f br ay of showInf? herselc 1,1 Cj'lth Nature's Intentions In re-Sto re-Sto AIIss Sinclair, provided that L fcdy with a bank account of astounding size. This possibly EJjjMlhlns to A w,th the depres- t jnind that drove her into the field of sociology, tho very Atai ihe very poor being in prac- tame predicament. To iT.yerr wish gratified is in effect otthln? as to have no wish gratl-I gratl-I This Is as plain as a pikestaff, j K doubtless had something to do . Mwcla Sinclair's unnatural thirst h consequence, she might have o jn almost any day that winter dfcj her way up to Columbia, clad jitterc tailor-made gowns and t!sf a book or two, as the "out-ri "out-ri visible elgn" of her inward in-ilj. in-ilj. Sociology, she decided at the it, chould begin at home, and srspoa she abandoned her carriage j took to street cars,theroby seeing fSwhthli vlse the winter days marched -y,btplng step, it seemed to her, with jK'pfc, stupefying monotony. Wheth-Xjii Wheth-Xjii looked backward into the past Jlr ficrard Into the future, the view ;'l?Jkj tt same a blur of gray days "llBfejkd together by tho perspective. was listlessly thinking some such 'iH&g&ts ns these on her way to a lec-Ohprfwe lec-Ohprfwe day. when a man in overalls ldUre boarded the car. Something Wttl way lie carried himself attracted jMte atUntion, &minrht It the Emperor William, ?ajnutfns Incog," she mused, as her yBtoM glance took in the square-set -fcx&K, clear-cut face and crisp j,,Jr. A few months earlier it would jSBrthve occurred to her to notice a w&u Id overalls and blouse at all. a As from her carriage, they had been liw shadows, by no means human Now all was different. Bsjh she began to suspect that the Ipil of knowledge was only nn-TgMtlii nn-TgMtlii of the endless makeshifts by fclih tre strive to forget the ennui of ijMfclhihad learned one cardinal fact lAui!ly. that the humblest worker iBr" a" most Important things jfBfU'fl'lth the greatest potentate. young workman. meantime, Bsi dropped Into a corner seat, ijwrtTO one leg over the other, and, jjB n arm extended along the back gjjd lit seat, turned a preoccupied out of the window, thereby rarawUng to his vis-a-vis a profile to fay the least, bespoke absolute Fiical Integrity. iij hinds, she noticed with grow-icoJar, grow-icoJar, though large and power-.uere power-.uere of the sort most frequently J rrotrudlng from the sleeves of -Us tueeds or knowing Tuxedos, '-rfin? from the sleeves of a blouse T fcre nothing short of startling, il JS Sinclair was stirred by an generated Into curlos- u manner of workman could wo wore all the habiliments i n the air of one descended ? V one for nn nour's masque- Jtt i an abrupt turn of the head, W suggestive of his having mS v mulc query- he turned and ww her puzzled glance full in the t f.r a moment they stared at a other with the undisturbed gw of a pair of children. Then Miss Sinclair, with an acute recollec-t recollec-t on of the newly acquired fact that tho humblest of toilers is a person and not a thing, withdrew her eyes, while tho man In overalls look -his turn at inspecting. It was for this reason that she did not see the slight twitch of the lips that had follow;! the open amazement of her glance. When, later in the day, she re ailed the little scene that followed, she could find but one excuse. It was an uprlare of that madness which a certain cer-tain philosopher had long since discovered dis-covered as lurking In each and every human brain. A quick, resolute desire to know who and what he was had seised her, and for twenty-five years she had been accustomed to getting what she u anted. Was he not by every token n mere workman a man of the sort that might come to fo fix the electric wires or solve the plumbing mysteries? Why, then, should she hesitate to address ad-dress him? Lifting her eyes, she leaned forward for-ward with the serene blandnoss of a queen addressing a aublnct. "Pardon me" the voice wns verv winning, but the dullest oouM no't have misunderstood It was meant to put an inferior perfectly at c-as-e "pardon me. but I wonder if vou would think it very strange if I askc-d you a few questions? I'm interested in labor-unions." she continued, with a beautiful directness, "and I should so like to hear labor's side. Excun the personality, but you have the appearance ap-pearance of a workman who thinks for himself who " She got no farther, .for something in the man's face transformed her Into a picture of frozen dignity. Ripples of mirth seemed to be chasing each other like little waves across his quivering lips, while his eyes held a hundred dancing smiles. Then suddenly sud-denly the lights went out and his face was all humble, fiatterod gravity. "I'll do my best, miss." he replied; "though, as to having thought the matter out for myself, I oan't claim that I have. Still we, us union men, think labor oucht to hav a chance, and we're going to have It, loo. We'll have capital on its knees to us yet! We'll knock the props from under it, and don't you forget it!" With thinly concealed anxiety the anxiety of one who was playing a. part and who wondered If he had done well he watched the effect of his words. But he need have had no fear, for his listener had no standard by which to judgo him. She had listened with plowly kindling eyes and the general appearance of one coming into touch with tho realitley of life for the first time. When at last the car halted at Columbia, Co-lumbia, she alighted with tho convic-' tlon that, the man In the blou had Infused a new Interest into life, while he. as the oar coasted down the hill and Into Harlem, stared blankly after her disappearing figure- for a second and Chen burst Into uncontrollable laughter. "The Joke'y on me." he confided to himself ruefully. "It seems?, then, that blood doesn't always tell and that it does take the tailor to make the man." Ho glanced nt the address she had scribbled on a slip of paper for him, shrugged his shoulders and nnrrowed hie eyes thoughtfully, the outcome being be-ing a decision that rhe needed the' lesson. les-son. Besides, the corners of her mouth wero distracting! In the days that followed Miss Sinclair Sin-clair was moro and more amazed at the intelligence, as well as the contradictions,, con-tradictions,, of John Clayton, electrician. electri-cian. Hlfl speech would flow on with a smooth elegance astonishing in a man of his class; then, without warning, warn-ing, break into the most ear-splitting errore. "Hack-kneed phrases! a re re hack-kneed hack-kneed phrases!" he exclaimed fervently fervent-ly in the midst of a discussion one day. "You sec, miss, In your en-vy-ron-ment" he accented the third syllable strongly "you can't see the things that I see." Never by any chance did he use her surname. Yet his manner at times In moments of self-forgetfulness, she fancied verged upon perfection. Never in her life had she met with such contradictions. And never in her life, she mutely admitted ad-mitted to herself at last, In a state of breathless dismay never had she met a man so entirely interesting. Of himself he spoke but little, but sometimes, In the very midst of some deep question, he would catch a soft, absent, woman-look in the eyes fixed Intently upon him a look that had to do not with wealth, position or the betterment of the working classes, but which made him grow strangely warm and Inwardly call himself a brute. It was at a dinner party three months after their first meeting that the unmasking took place One blinding fiash of surprise when Mr. Harrington was presented to her, and then Miss Sinclair was herself again. "Well?" he murmured, brazenly, when he found himself seated beside her at the table. "Pray, what Is your real name, and, if I may ask, do you regard life as a bal masque?" Deftly she managed to Impart to the question that elusive touch of insult, the use of which is one of the most delicate arts that society so-ciety his to teach. But Harrington did not wince. "John Clayton Hnrrington, electrical electri-cal engineer, who has a mind to know street railways from the ground up," he answered sturdily. At the answer a sudden gladness leaped into her eyes Her head was bent low, her voice changed. "I I am glad. I should not want you to be Insincere!" |