Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-04-29
MONTE CR|SPEN
(6Re, Sequel)
Remarkable Story Of the Monare eros Adventures in Knsnson

and sensitive. Her brownsh hair
which showed an inclination to wave
was blowing about her head under Q
jaunty tam-o'-shanter. She was small
but well formed and sound as trained
athlete. Monte looked down at her
from his six feet two with undisguiset
admiration.
The MILL" he repeated vacantly after
the girl, her ruddy young face ant
laughing hazel eyes seeming out of as
sociation with any suggestion of looms
knitting machines and other mechanical
accessories of Spindleland.
obi I forgot for the moment" she
volunteered in explanation. You are
a stranger in the Kensington district
We are all workers up here-my mill
is one of the Crispen group"
Monte WINGED. He managed to keep
his voice steady and his face straight
as he asked:
Let me see, Miss Marley; you have
a new boss, young Crispen, back from
abroad for his inheritance7"
Precious little we have seen of him,
or expect to; and it's too bad, for he
|
going"
"Going?" he repeated after her.
She cited an instance: "Other mills
in the neighborhood have put in safety
devices. We haven't"
How about your not expecting to see
the new heir?" he asked whimsically."
From what 1 hear at the mill, Mr..
Crispen is not the sort of an employer
to get Wild about. They say he is a
'do-nothing.' 1 guess you know the
f, sort of man 1 mean-there, 1 should
not have spoken so frankly, Mr.. Taller.
Still, you are a worker and understand.
1 have my own opinion of idlers."
Exactly" he answered, with a slight
choking sensation that was completely
hidden.
And then, as II to give especial en-
bounced into the house with this part.
ing shot at herself: (which reminds me,
Mr.. Taller, that there is work for me
inside"
Monte, left alone, unused on. He had
learned f1rst.hand what Andrews had
intimated; that an absentee ownership
begets wholesome disrespect. He was
not quite sure that he liked the wasp
that dominated the girls contempt of
this unknown Monte Crispen. He re-
called she qualified her opinion with
they say" and there was comfort in
that He chuckled audlbly at the
thought of her some day learning his
identity. He was surprised at finding
himself altogether more pleased than
annoyed; there were fine depths in this
young man.
Already you are saying of young
Crispen in Kensington: What silly
ass thing for him to do. Emancipation
from luxury, indeed! He still had his
home in Walnut street, only 90 minutes
trolley ride from Mcpherson Park. Is
this chronicle of industrial life in Phila.
delphia going to degenerate into another
one of those social-uplift, humanity
saving sermons in dreary dialogue and
torpid action? AS a man on Chestnut
street well put it: 'I got all those books
at home" He meant Tolstoy. Thoreau
and the other famous renunciationists.
Right here the teller begs one tiny
paragraph on the difference between
idealism and realism. Tolstoy and
Thoreau typify the idealist. They were
great mental physicians; words and
example were their cure-all. Alas! For
the example part, the Russian social
reformer for all his fine renunciations
and the peasant work he did in the
fields, slept and ate In his well-ap-
pointed house, later run in his wife's
name; and Thoreau, the American
recluse, used to steal away regularly
from his near-nature hut on Walden
pond for the good home cooking in a
nearby farmhouse. These men went
into sackcloth and ashes for copy"
material to put into writings.
Monte Crispens bold fling OF self into
the mill district was wholly PRACTICAL
pure realism. He was north of Market |
street" to post up; belated apprentice |
ship in the human elements of manu-
lecture. He was in daily touch with his
lawyer and ready for emergencies; |
Monte kept the blue limousine at a
garage in Jasper street, near Frank.
III SCIilClClJB Win 1-lioJ tlO
chauffeur. rooming within sound of the |
cars siren horn. Many young men of |
today dodge their responsibilities more
through a realization of their incapa-
cities than a wilful intent TO be idlers. |
There is nothing mawkish about a man |
who wants to 'see it tick" and has
the will power to lay aside the frock |
coat and silk hat for the time being |
and get into overalls, Having put our.
selves right we shall now proceed with
events.
For every vanishing home-comer from
the sidewalk Monte surmised a warm
welcome waited within. He saw in /
each street door the drop curtain of
somebody's haven. a sheltered place
where worries and vexations Of the out
side struggle went tumbling into vapor
under the soothing spell OF the eve
ming meal, soft slippers, relaxation and
that craved appreciation always found
among ones own. He realized how
vital to these many homes 1t was for
those at the nelm of Industrial AFFAIRS
to keep the spindles turning, looms
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