The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1905-03-15
Miss Sinclair's
Sociology
BY x eth Gordon
Copyright. 1904. by France, Wilson


but what WAS responsible for the So
GEOLOGY is beyond the writer's knowl.
edge.
When the corners Of woman's
mouth turn upward and the tips of her
fingers curl ever SO slightly backward
1t Is safe to assume that she was ill.,
tended for the decorative rather than
the useful purposes of life. Dame Ma
ture arranges these little matters to
suit herself.
Fate, by way of showing herself In
accord with natures intentions In re-
gard to Miss Sinclair provided that
young lady with bank account OF
rather astounding size. This possibly
had something TO do with the depres-
sion of mind that drove her into the
serious field of sociology, the very
rich and the very poor being In prac-
tlcally the same predica nent. To have
every wish gratified is in effect as
crushing as to have no wish gratified
This Is as plain as plkestaff, and 1t
doubtless had something TO do with
Marcia Sinclair's unnatural thirst for
knowledge.
In consequence she might have been
seen almost any day that winter wend-
Ing her way up to Columbia, clad In
austere tailor made gowns and carry
Ing Il book or two, as the Outward
visible sign of her inward Intensity
Sociology, she decided at the start,
should begin ut home. and thereupon
she abandoned her carriage and took
to street ears thereby seeing more of
real life than she ever had seen before
In this wise the winter days marched
by, keeping step, 1t seemed to her, with
grim. stupcfying monotony Whether
she looked backward into the past or
forward into the future. the view was
the samoa blur of gray days huddled
together by the perspective
She was listlessly thinking some such
thoughts rs these on her WHY to lee
ture eae day when man in overalls
and blouse boarded the car Something
in the way he carried himst attracted
her attention
might be the Emperor VILLAIN tray
cling incog.. she unused rs her aroused
glance took in the square sci shoulders,
clear cut face and crisp hair A few
months earlier It would not have oc-
Cured to her to notice man I'm over
alls and blouse at all Seen from her
carriage. they had been mere shadows,
by no means human beings Now all
was different Though she began to
suspect that the pursuit of knowledge
was only another of the endless make
shifts 10y which we strive to forget the
ennui of life. she had learned one cardi.
nal fact namely. that the humblest
worker shares all the most important
things of life with the greatest poten-
tate
The Young workman meantime Ind
dropped into corner seat thrown one
leg over the other and, with an arm ex-
tended along the back of the seat, turn
ed preoccupied glance out of the
window thereby presenting to his Wis
avis II profile that. TO say the least.
bespoke absolute physical integrity.
Ills iblluo, Hllc Hpllttu W llI EiONiIl6
wonder, though large and powerful
were of the sort most frequently seen
protruding from the sleeves Of modish
twecds or knowing tuXedos. Emerg
ing from the sleeves of blouse they
were nothing short of S, riding, and
Miss Sinclair was stirred by nm inter
est that dcgenerated into curiosity
What manner of workmal could he be
who wore all the habiliu ents of toll
with the air of one descelt cd from IL
throne for an hours maSqurrading2
With an abrupt turn of tho head, I'M
cannily suggestive of his haN ng heard
her mute query. he turned AMI received
her puzzled glance full In the face.
For II moment they stared at each 9th
er with the undisturbed frankness OF n
pair of children then Miss Sinclair,
with an acute recollection OF the new
iy acquired fact that the humblest OF
toilers Is n person and not thing,
Withdrew her eyes, while the man In
overalls took his turn nj inspecting.
1t was for this reason that she did
not see the slight twitch Of the lips
that had followed the open amazement
of her glance
When, later in the day. she recalled
the little scene that followed she could
find but one excuse. II was an up
flare of that madness which certain
philosopher had long since discovered
ms lurking In each and every human
brain,
4 quick, resolute desire TO know who
and what he was had seized her, and
for twenty-five years she had been ac-
customed to getting what she wanted.
Was he not by every token a mere
workman. man Of the sort that
might come toto fix the electric wires
or solve plumbing mysteries Why.
then, should she hesitate TO address
him?
Lifting her eyes, she leaned forward
with the serene blandness of queen
addressing a subject.
pardon me" - the voice was very
winning, but the dullest could not have
misunderstood it was meant to put
an Inferior perfectly at ease-"pardon
me, but / wonder If you would think
1t very strange If I asked you few
questions. I'm interested in labor
unions" she continued. with beauti-
full directness, "and should so Ike to
hear labors side Excuse the person
ality. but you have the appearance Of
n workman who thinks for himself
who
She got no further, for something In
the mans face transformed her into
n picture of frozen dignity. Ripples
OF mirth seemed to be chasing each
other like little waves across his qulv-
ering lips, while his eyes held a hun
1red dancing smiles. Then suddenly
the lights went out, and his face was
all humble, fiattercd gravity
IN do my best, miss" he replied,
though, as to having thought the mat
ter out for myself. | can't claim that
| have. Still, we-us union lnen-thlnk
labor ought TO have chance, and
we're going to have it too. Well have
capital on its knees 10 us yeti Wen
n