Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-05-05

to him in the quiet little parlor, willing to
chat and laugh about the Insignificant
topics OF this district what Strong said,
Wnat the grocer at the corner said and
other gossip or to talk most seriously OF
her real work at the Beacon, where the
ehildren of working mothers we're cared
Tor and classes In cooking embroidery
ana dressmaking for toiling girls were
conducted. She talked vibrantly, earnest
" OF the sort Of books young unmarried
women should read, their amusements
ana their home surroundings.
Somehow he felt as light as air in her
gentle presence, ard harsh thoughts
melted as did the snow and ice in the
city outside, and flowed away in spar
king river Of human sentiment. Her per-
son radlated ambitions that flled his
whole mental field, and he realized more
and more that II is less important for life
to be comfortable than for Il to be vital
ana accomplishing Under the spell of
her enthusiasm Monte found himself with
wider outlooks and larger hopes
Quite frequently we meet some one and
as the acquaintance speeds on the road
or time we say introspectively How this
new friend has improved" Rubbish! 1t
Is we who have improved and grown in
understanding. only we seldom see II that
way; like the flight Of the landscape
through the car window OF a moving
train. That which we look at Is generally
fixed, and our changing opinion is often
the stereopticon self.
In such a manner Unity Marley had
become revealed in a series of transfer.
nations to Monte. Her we'll balanced poise
upon all subjects. he decided, was indica.
tive of fine racial traits How she loved
the toilers and the work they were doing
Other women he had met by the score
were not Interested In the welfare OF hui
manity. Thus was created In Monte's
mind special pedestal, upon which Unity
stood alone. He was rather surprised
one day to hear her referred to as THE
Angel of Kensington." For moment he
felt sharp pang of annoyance. The
young heir looked upon Miss Marley as
a pearl he had discovered himself. and II
names were to be showered upon her, he
would much prefer to have been the do
nor. He started at the thought of his
being annoyed, and wondered If there was
a shade of jealousy lowering near. re
dismissed the suggestion with mental
bang.
Telling story is not unlike making n
trip in submarine above and below the
water line. For distance we ride the
surface of the waves bounding along like
cork. We skim off the top of things
in action, dialogue and description Then
when an intimate study of the emotions Is
needed to explain processes behind eX.
ternal happenings, down we go into the
deep; submerged throwing our search.
light around in the watery wastes, finding
shark here and goldfish there. Back
again we go to the open sea. where our
periscope tell us the happenings at the
compass points of our tale.
The evening fell, one of those calm,
early spring evenings. full of soft, young
color beginning to show in earthly patches
of tender green, and a serene, tinted sky
II was not chill, 1t was mild--good
weather to live in. All about, the mills
lifted their gaunt. smudgy fingers of
smokestacks into quiet night, one of
those restful evenings which produces a
sensation of pleasure. Monte and Miss
Marley were walking down Allegheny
avenue.
Suppose am not the person you think
I amp he was laundering along. ~ mean