New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-10-01
A NJ ting i'm Park That
Had Romantic r suits
BY EMMA LEE WALTON

"Good-mornng." Besides, if she ever was r.
going to begin her studies in sociology,
preparatory to work in the settlements, this
was the time while Harrison sat in the
about, stiff and uncompromising, at the
turn in the road. 1t was a notion of hers
that an hour two in the park every day
helped her to think clearly, and one bench
had long been her favorite seat in all sorts
of weather. She was We1l-known to
Flanagan the Chdren's policeman who
saluted in response to her smile and some
times ventured to pass a remark about the
cool summer in a defcrcntial tone that
pleasant to hear Everybody knew her in
her favorite spot, SO it interested her when
this man appeared on the opposite bench
and ignored her.
She watched him at play with the children 4
who swarrned about him, she gazed in II
der at him when the squirrels ran up to be
fed, and she admired in secret the great n
stride with which he took to walking when Gs
the bench grew hard He was tall and
broad like those who toll with their arms Il
strength was always associated in her mind
with manual labor-and his plain blue serge Nj
was wonderfully becoming to his gray eyes Y
and the healthy color of his boyish face. IA
One of the workers of the world, without @
doubt, a master-wOrkman of some kind,
entirely different from the men she had
known, worthy of study, and therefore to
be studied.
That afternoon he was sitting on her bench
by some absent minded inadvertence, gazing
hard at the gravel path with pathetic
droop to his mouth that hurt her unac-
countably-he seemed SO young, tired, SO
sorrowful! Why should she have so much
and these so little? Out of her great understanding
she spoke to him. and he raised his hat he turned
to her with Difference she thought, that
worthy of English peasant
You are lonely?" she asked gently. "a
stranger, perhaps?"
YES" he replied in a pleasant voice, Il am
rather alone just now, thank YOU
It's hard city for the country-bred," she went
on kindly. People seem to have no time to make
friends"
g trying get acquainted with the city before
| settle down for the winter. ust l find my
self with nothing to do but go fishing every morning,
ard night"
q understand the factory is closed" she said.
" a strike, is there not?
He looked at her for a moment and then glanced
over as much of himself as he could see with short
laugh. why did you put in the factory?"
he asked.
''A1 the of your station who live hereabouts
there" she said arrogautly. Il should like it
very much if you would tell me something about
your life and theirs"
The annals of the poor he said, take little
time in the telling"
She turned to look at him rather sharD1v-a
man of thirty thereabout simple, clean and
strong She felt treasured. ''You are a person
of some education" she ventured, land probably
have position of trust?"
Il have under me-" he conceded modestlv
'and | have been to school,"
Tell me about them" she said. 81 am to work
in your district this winter, and must know some
thing about the people there
He subjected her to a quiet scrutiny for the mo-
ment apparently finding something amusing in the
picture her words evoked. They need to be