The Pulaskian., 1920-09-09

the world, because 1 saw Isobel's-and then, holding her mothers hand, she allowed Mrs. Sidney to have the mo- ment of distress with the intimate sup port of her own presence.
 It may seem a small struggle that mother and daughter went through. but 1t did not seem sinall to me who witnessed it, and it had no rhetorical and little emotional expression.
 Isobel knew her mother suffered, but she was wise. Mrs. Sidney dreaded her daughters adopted mode of life. but knew her daughter.
 Goodbye, mother,n said Isobel. We sha'nt be gone long. Come on, John"
 That was the first time she had called me John honestly and without comedy. I knew her finesse. She did it to give her mother the comfortable sense that she was not going upon wild adventure of an automobile ride with an unrelated man but was within the strict intimacy of the family.
 We went driving, Isobel at the wheel She liked to drive fast and I do not l am timid. I do not think that loco motion is a genuine human pleasure. Possibly it is, behind either a fast OT a ploddi1g horse. I prefer tle plodding horse. Locomotion then merely reveals gradually changing facets of the seenes one likes to see the manifold aspects of a landscape unfold But an auto mobile driven as Isobe wanted to drix 1csI nn D blurred the vision and gave the idea that the satisfaction sought was cer- tain amount of wind blown in the face. For such as love 1t. not for me!
 "That was difficult scene, doctor" she said
 I knew that was what she would call me next-"doctor." I came dl rectly down out of the clouds.
 q know 1t was" ! said, "and I ad mired the honest way in which you managed it.'
 q think I shall continue to call you John just that way" she said. Tt seems more honest and decent. After all, we are engaged"
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 Sometimes Nfr. Sidney could be taken out in an automobile, of warm, fair afternoon. It was not often that his strength permitted this, but when ever it did, was glad not only to ai- low but to suggest that he make use of all opportunities.
 The most beautiful of our river drives brought us, within the limitation of Mir. Sidneys strength, to the peni- tentiary at Alwick. It was a hideous structure of barracks, work-rooms and walls, of cells and armed guards; but it was in lovely surroundings, and If we took the best roads, we came natur- ally to the prison walls.
 Mir. Sidney would look at the en- closure and the guards in the turrets as if interpreting his own life in the terms of prison existence. We may have taken this drive by the prison road ten times when, approaching 1t on another of our outings, Mir. Sidney had the driver stop at the entrance.
 "I feel very strong and we'll today, doctor" he said, "and if you do not object, I think I should like to go in- side. have seen the outside so many times, have curiosity to see the in- side"
 I consented. thinking that with Jed and me helping him-we acted as his legs, guiding and sustaining his feeble motions-he was strong enough to make the effort I did not know whether it was good or bad psychology to give him sight of so many impris- oned men, but my instinct suggested that it would, in his case, be good. He wars a logical reasoning mana rare phenomenon in the human race. If he had been emotional and sentimental, should have had more doubt.
 Mr. Sidney was important enough to be known in the neighborhood The warden of the prison came to meet him in the office as soon as we had entered. He was very cordial to MT. Sidney, who himself never showed more his aristocracy of democracy. 1 am democrat. I am most fond of an aristocratic democrat. Such was Mr. Sidney.