The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-12-01

snow or the winter IN New
York and it developed different emo
lions.
Ordinarily a snowfall would not de-
velop emotions. The white flakes
would excite comment, develop a real
tzation that winter was at hand and
then go about their business of COW
ering splendid boulevards, house tops,
dirty streets, the parks and the entire
city. The snow makes no distinction.
But as to causing different emotions
1t was the morning of Thanksgiving
day, and people are more or less sus-
ceptible to the weather on a holiday.
Throughout that great district sweep
ing up the West Side, on through Har-
lem and crossing the river into the
Bronx, where the residents, rich and
humble, are prepared to observe the
holiday in their own way, the snow
caused gladness. 1t seemed more like
Thanksgiving Day. 1t added certain
favor to the turkey, glow to the fire
and made one feel like rubbing hands
with satisfaction.
1t would be fine to sit at the table
and see the flakes scurry rast the win
dows to find a resting place in court,
an airshaft, dirty street or a fine
avenue. 1t would be fine for the small
clerk who scimped along and saved
enough to buy long-necked, underfed
blue-skinned turkey for his hungry
youngsters. And it would be fine, too,
for the rich man, who ate his Thanks
giving meal with decorum, dignity
and state.
Even II there were not half dozen
children around the table he felt lit
tie better than on an ordinary day.
Somehow snow on Thanksgiving day
stops the eternal grind for a little
while and stirs a long-ago memory
the delight Of boy or girl who sees
only fun, not knowing why in cold
winds and whirling fakes.
But down through the East Side,
where buildings are tall so as to hide
misery; where Railways are dark, so
that poor folk passing one another,
will not become too we'll acquainted,
for to be acquainted and friendly
means that coal and bread will be bor-
rowed-it is different.
East Side people are not opposed to
lending little coal or a loaf of bread,
but many of them cannot afford it..
There are tens of thousands on the
East Side who get along first rate and
never feel hunger and there are tens
OF thousands who do not get along 1T
all and who are we'll acquainted with
q hunger rumble and bread line.
These people look on the first snow
from a different standpoint. There are
emotions of apprehension. Holes IN
shoes, empty coal bin, empty cup
board, empty pockets, pinched-faced
children-these crowd quickly on the
mind.
They would not follow so fast If the
first snow were on an ordinary day
but on Thanksgiving Day there is a
contrast The mind wants to jerk
away from reality and fool the poor,
unfortunate rabble with visions of a
smoking turkey. Even the children
who never ate from smoking turkey
In their lives think about them, for
IN the schools the teachers read
Thanksgiving Day stories to them.
They describe the deep red color of
cranberry sauce and the merry shouts
about grandmother's table, and all that
sort Of thing. Confound some of the
unthinking or inexperienced teachers
and the cheap story books with their
pictures and their vision-creating pow
ers over the minds of the young! 1t
h4 $o has
things unless there Is a possibility of
realizing them.
All this is part Of this story, just as
much as what follows, for it ran
through the mind of a beautiful wom-
an who, seated at the window of a
palatial apartment house on Riverside
drive, looked into the fog rising from
eral ships riding at anchor and into
the gray mist over the palisades.
She was young, tall and beautiful,
this pensive woman. She seemed
moulded for the luxurious settings of
the room and for the refinement that
was evidenced in the drawing room.
Her white brow shaped itself into a
frown as her moods changed. and the
intense lines forming and disappearing
about her mouth showed plainly she
did not welcome some of her thoughts.
Some people would have called Lu-
ellie Carlton a fortunate young WON
an. She had beauty, magnificent
home, the opportunities of travel and
everything that goes with the adora-
ton of a rich husband.
She had been a stenographer in
Richard Cartons office three years
ago. She did her work we'll and con.
scientiously. Her beauty and sweet
ness of manner had often attracted
the attention of the clerks and under
officials in the office, but she never
failed to remind them, with her de
meanor, that she was in the office as
stenographer and had no time fol
light conversation.
One time an under Official of the
company, in asking her to take dicta
ton of letter. called her "girlie"
She rebuked him, quietly but none
the less firmly.
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