\ t: f ' .: ::ho gave a soul to a mast.
A "^VLLETTE, (possibly a short story; tho' I think of it as the former)
She is a leisurely lady of sociological instincts; he, a soda
fountain or shoe store clerk. Being a psychologist as well as a soc.
by hobby, (yet a very decent sort despite her slumming instincts),
she gets the idea of taking this poor devil of a young clerk, and
helping him to GAIN A SOUL — a personality, originality, imagination,
courage, instinct, $mxi.,dxs±±ncitfcmBli3-c ::: "istinction.
How she met him, venturing out of her scented rooms into his
terrifically matter of fact world. How he fascinated her as being
a fine strong shell with nothing at all inside; not even viciousness.
Hoy/ she got him interested in her — not merely as In a woman, but as
in a woman with brains. How they met and talked, and she ventured to
put into more and more direct words her thought: "Why don't you get
a soul? I want to help you to get a soul." His bewilderment — his
first supposition that she was some sort of religious bug trying to
convert him; then, finding that untrue, complete bewilderment.
For the first time, he learns that there are things beside bread
and butter. H :: has had neither the culture of the book worm nor the
fun of the tramp royal. Yet fae is Otaa^-mto**!iT. enuff to be a man of
culture, and a stout enuff lad of his inches to be a honest bum.
Finally he gets some hint of her meaning. What the deuce can he
do .though? He puts it up to her; and she confesses that she doesn't
know. She'd better know, he tells her very sternly; sitting beside
her in the park. He had been contented as a soulless drug clerk. How
he is discontented. She cries a little; and he — whom she thought
a little bit dispicable — comforts her. He has become the stronger