Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-31

don't need that. I'm not AFRAID. I might
be if was alone, because do hate ghosts,
and l don't DENY it. Not that 1 believe in
them, for don't. I'm only just afraid of
them
"How can YOU be afraid of- them if you
don believe in them?"
"Oh, 1 don't know the how sof it-that's
too many for me; only knowfit's SO. It's
The same with Maggie Lee.
'Who is that?"
''One of the boarders; young lady that
works in the factory?"
''She works in a fsctory?"
Eyes Shoe factory"
SIN a shoe factory; and you call her a
young lady?"
"Why. she's only %; what should you
call he-?''
Il wasn't thinking of her age; L was
thinking of the title. The fact, is, came
away from England to get away from arti-
fetal forms-for artificial forms suit arti-
fetal people onlv-and here you've got
them, too, I'm sorry. / hoped you had
only men and women; everybody equal; no
difference in rank.
The girl stopped with a pillow in her
teeth and the case spread open below it,
contemplating him from under her brows
with slightly puzzled expression She re-
leased the pillow and said:
"Why, they are all equal Where's any
difference in rank?''
"If you call a factory girl Young lady,
what do you call the Presidents wife?"
"Call her an old one"
"It is difference 1 hadn't thought of; 1
admit that. Still, calling ones self a lady
doesn't-er-"
81 wouldn't go on if I were you.''
Howard Tracy turned his head to see who
1t might be that had introduced this re-
mark. It was short man, about 40 years
old, with sandy hair, no beard, and pleas
ant face, badly freckled but alive and intel
lgent, and he wore slop-shop clothing
which was neat but showed wear. He had
come from the front room beyond the hall,
where he had left his hat, and he had a
Clipped and cracked white washbowl III his
hand. The girl came and took the bowl.
'T'll get it for you. You go right ahead
and give it to him, Mr.. Barrow. He's the
new boarder-Mr Tracy-and I'd just gos
10 where it was getting too deep for me. :"
"Much obliged if you will, Hattie. 1
was coming to borrow of the BOYS" He
sat down at his ease on an old trunk and
said: 'I've been listening, and got inter-
ested; and as 1 was saving, wouldn't 60 on
If / were Won. You see where you are
coming TO- don't you? Calling yourself
lady doesn't elect you; that is what you
were going to say; and you saw that if you
right up against another difference
that you hadn't thought Of, to wit,
whose right is it to do the electing?
Over there, 10000 people in million elec.
themselves gentlemen and ladies, and the
$50, 600 accept that decree and swallow the
affront which it puts upon them. Why, if
they didn't accept it il wouldn't be an cleo
fion; it would be a dead letter and have no
force at ali. Over here the 10000 would-be
excluslTpg n tho fOllS and
themselves'to be ladies and gentlemen. But
the thing doesn't stop here. The ESQ, 600
come and vote themselves to be ladies and
gentlemen, too, and that elects the whole
nation. Since the whole million vote them
selves ladies and gentlemen, there is no.
question about that election. 1t does make
absolute equality. and there is no fiction
about it; while over yonder the inequality
(by decree Of the infinitely feeble, and con-
sent of the infinitely strong), is also abso-
lute-as real and absolute as our equality"
Tracy had shrunk promptly into his En-
1ish shell when this speech began, notwith-
standing be had now been in severe training
several weeks for contact and intercourse
with the common herd on the common
herds terms; but he lost no time in pulling
himself out again, and SO bv the time the
speech was finished his valves were open
once more, and he was forcing himself to
accept without resentment the common
herds frank fashion of dropping socially
into other peoples conversations unembar-
rassed and unlimited The process was not
very difficult this time, for the mans smile
and voice and manner were persuasive and
winning. Tracy would even have liked him
on the spot but for the fact-fact which he
was not really aware of-tnat the equality
of men was rot vet reality to him, it was
only theory; the mind received, but the
man failed to feel il. 1t was Hattie's
ghost over again, merely turned around
Theoretically Barrow was his equal, but it
was distinctly distasteful to see him exhibit
il. He presently said:
81 hope, in all sincerity, that what you
have said is true as regards the Americans,
for doubts have crept into my mind several
times. 1t seems that the equality must be
ungenuine where the sign names of castes
were still in vogue; but those sign names
have certainly lost their ofense and are