Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1905-06-16

other Ike little waves acrOsa nis ouiv-
ering lips. while his eyes held q hun-
drcd dancing smiles. Then suddenly
the lights went out. and his face was
All humble. aattcred gravity.
'I1l do my best. miss.r he replied.
though. n to having thought the mat
ter out for myself, / can't claim that
/ have. Still, we-us union men-think
labor ought 70 have n chance, and
we're going to have It too. Wen have
capital on It's knees 20 us yeti Wen
knock the props from under II. and
don't you forget it,
With thiuly concealed anxiety-the
anxiety Of one who was playing Il part
and who wondered IL he had done well
he watched tie eject Of his words.
But he need have Ind no fear. for his
listener had no standard by which to
Judge him. She had listened with slow
ly klndling eyes and the general ap-
pearance Of one coming into touch
with the realities Of life for the first
time.
When ut last the car halted ut Co
lumbla she allghted with the convlc-
ton that the man I'm the blouse had
infused a now interest into life, while
he. as the car cOastcd down the hill
into Harlem. stared blankly after her
disappearing figure for a second and
then burst into uncomfortable laugh
ter.
1.-THE Jokes on me-" he confded to
himself %ruefully. 1T seems, then. that
blood doesn't always tell and that It
does take the tailor TO make the man."
He glanced at the address she had
~scribbled on a slip Of paper for him,
shrugged his shoulders and narrowed
his eyes thoughtfully. the outcome be-
ing a decision that she needed the les
son. Besides. the corners Of her mouth
were distractiugl
In the days that followed Miss Sin
clair was more and more amazed at the
intelligence. as well as the contradic-
lions, of John Clayton, electrician. His
speech would flow on with n smooth
elegance astonishing in n man of his
class, then, without warning, break in
to the most ear splitting errors.
"Hack-kneed phrases! Mere hack
phrascsl' he exclaimed %fervently
in the midst Of Il discussion n day.
"You see, miss, in your en-yy-ron-ment"
he accented the third syllable strong
ly-"you can't see the things that l
Never by any chance did he use
her surname. Yet his manne at times
lin 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 b%reathless 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 q soft,
absent. woman look in the eyes fixed
~lntentiy upon him-a look that had to
do not with wealth, position or the bet
terment Of the working classes, but
that made him grow strangely warm
and inwardly call himself a brute.
1t was at a dinner party three months
after their first meeting that the un-
masking took place-one binding flash
Of surprise when Mr.. Harrington was
presented TO her, and then Miss Sin
clair was herself again.
"WellT' he murmured brazenly when
he found himself seated beside her at
the table.
pray, what is your real name. and.
II l may nslS, do you regard life as a
bal masquei" Deity 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
has to teach. But Harrington did not
vince.
John Clayton Harrington, electrical
engineer, who has u mind to know
street railways from the ground up"
he answered sturdily. At the answer a
sudden aladness leaped into her eyes.
Her head was bent low; her voice
changed.
IL am glad. l should not want you
to be-inslncerel'
Wholly Unqualified.