The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1905-05-17

other like Nttlv waves across h,s -
ering lips, whdre his eyes held /.
dred dancing smiles. Then suddss
the lights went out, and his face =
all humble, fla:,ered gravity.
I'll do my lest, miss" he rann,
though, as to having thought the P MY
ter out for myself, l can't claim ~
1 have. Still, t'e-us union men-tb''
labor ought to have a chance
we're going to have it too. Wen ba@
capital on its knees to us yet, W.
knock the props from under II o.,
don't you forget it"'
With thinly concealed anxietv-s.
anxiety of one who was playing nsN
and who wondered if he had done raS
he watched the effect of his wO,s'
But he need have had no fear. for Il.
listener had no standard by which :,
judge him. She had listened with slor
ly kindling eyes and the general a,
pearance of one coming into tona,
with the realities of life for the 6,,
time.
When at last the car halted at q
lumbia she alighted with the conv.
ton that the Inan in the blouse Ia,
infused new interest into life, Will.
he, as the car cOasted down the hin
into Harlem, stared blankly after hs,
disappearing figure for second and
then burst into uncomfortable lausb.
ter.
1.-THE jokes on me-" he confded n
himself ruefully. ut seems, then, that
blood doesn't always tell and that
does take the tailor to make the man.
He glanced at the address she had
scrubbed on slip Of paper for him.
shrugged his shoulders and narrowed
his eyes thoughtfully, the outcome be.
ing a decision that she needed then
son. Besides, the corners of her molS
were distracting
In the days that followed Miss Sin.
clair was more AID more amazed at the
intelligence, as well as the contradic.
tons, Of John Clayton, electrician His
speech would flO'T on with a smooth
elegance astonishing in a man of his
class, then, without warning, break in.
to the most ear splitting errors.
"Hack-kneed ptrases Mere hack.
kneed phrases he exclaimed fervently
in the midst of q discussion one day
"YOu see, miss, in our en-vy-r0nment"
he accented the third syllable strong
ly-"you can't see the things that
see" Never by any chance did he use
her surname. Yet bis manner at times
in moments of self forgetfulness, she
fancied-verged upon perfection. New
er in her life had she met with such
contradictions. And never in her life,
she mutely admitted to herself at last
in a state OF breathlesS dismay-never
had she met a man SO entirely interest
ing.
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 bet
torment Of the working classes, but
that made him grow strangely warm
and inwardly call himself brute.
1t was at dinner party three months
after their first meeting that the un-
masking took place-oue binding flash
of surprise when Mr.. Harrington was
presented to her, and then Miss Sin
clair was herself again
"Well?' be murmured brazenly when
he found himself seated beside her at
the table
Pray, what is your real name, and,
If 1 may ask, do you regard life as
bal masqre?" Deity she managed to
impart to the question that elusive
touch Of insult the use Of which Is ope
of the most delicate arts that soc,sA
has to teach. But Harrington did M
vince.
John Clayton Harrington, electrical
engineer, who has a mind to know
street railways from the ground up
be answered sturdily. At the answer
sudden gladness leaped into her eyes
Her head WIS bent low; her voice
changed.
IL am glad. l should not want you
to be-insincerev'