The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-06-25

millionaire to exchange Views OF
life with pennlless tramps or social
outcasts.
And she did 1t all not with the
autere seriousness of social student
but with the gay insouciance of a
laughing philosopher VINO loved to
see men and things and to see them
all.
This last bank holiday Niles Gladys
Deacon spent in the midst OF the
crowds of cockney merrymakers. The
previous day she had motored across
Kent. discovering the most beautiful
spot in all England. On Monday. ac-
companied by three American friends.
she motored through Epping Forest,
and wound up her excursion by a
frolic with the costermongers on
Hampstead Heath.
no Sign of Class Hatred.
She was In high spirits as she re-
counted TO me the Impressions OF the
journey.
II have seen the common people Of
France and italy enjoying themselv
many a time, but never before have
seen an English bank holiday crowd. /.
che said. 1T was quite q revelation to
me. and such pleasant revelation l
never saw any one worse for drink.
All were as merry as the day wa
IL,
ing and skipping and singing in the
blazing sun.
The first contrast that struck me
was that the temperature was over
100 in the sun.
In France or Italy every one would
have been in his shirt sleeves But
What was still more remarkable was
the absolute absence OF any sign of
class hatred. When I got down off my
mo tO al q = LII,
there was not word of insult or or
bitterness. such as would have greeted
me on the Continent. Neither was
there any familiarity or yulgarlty.
They chatted with me without en-
barrassment, but With utmost courtesy,
The girls. many of them very good
looking. and the men. all seemed
pleased to put me at my ease
Good Fellowship Everywhere
II was delighted with the dancing.
The crowd sang, and the dancers no
sooner tored of one measure than they
struck up another. Some OF the dane
ers were very pretty. Their curious
accent reminded me of the French in
its dropping of the III They seem
ed delighted to explain everything to
me, and when I went into the ring and
asked them to tench me Inc or their
dances, everybody seemed quite de-
lighted. 1t was all very charming, and
shall never forget ms long 5 live
the immense multitude of good nntur-
cd. friendly. humble folk who frnter-
nized with me with such frank, genuine
courtesy and good feeling"
1t Is pity there was no one there
to snapshot the beautiful American ms
She practiced the steps OF the rustic
dance with the costermongers. In this,
as everything else, Miss Gladys Deacon
Is as fearless as she is free. fitting
from flower to flower with all the
grace and swiftness OF q butterfly
What I wonder, Will be the end OF
1t all? Is Miss Deacon only a butter
fly who adores honey. or is there be-
hind her bright and radiant exterior
something of serious purpose? Who
knows? ~
Few woman have had wider field
for observations. or bettcr opportuni-
ties of studying tho world and all that
is therein. What Will she mako of It
all-of these garnercd stores of ex-
perience and observation, OF that fas-
cination which lures even coster-
mongers to be at their best. Again
ask who knows?
At present 1 fear nobody knows,
least of all Miss Gladys Deacon her
self. But some time, somewhere all
this Will be turned to good account.