In fact, everything about the function expressed itself to Mitchell in
terms of traffic. Quite a hall, this. The seats in it came from Grand
Rapids, no doubt; or perhaps from Manitowoc. The rate from Grand Rapids
was nineteen cents a hundred or thereabouts; from Manitowoc it was
twenty,—practically an even basis. But on a trans-continental haul now,
to San Francisco for instance, common point rates applied, and Manitowoc
had an advantage of five cents a hundred unless—unless the Michigan
roads rebated the Michigan manufacturers something of their share in the
division of the through rate. Of course, rebates were illegal; but you
never could exactly tell what an originating line might not do to keep a
sufficient amount of business originating. Take his own line, now, for
instance, and borax shipments from the Mojave Desert as against the
Union Pacific with borax shipments from Death Valley.
Thus the mind of the great master of transportation roved on while
professors rose and droned and presented round rolls to never-ending
strings of candidates; but at length there appeared in the serpentine
line going up for Master’s degrees one presence which took the glaze of
speculation from the eye of Mitchell.
The world at large has often noted the anomalous fact that a Doctor’s
cap and gown does not appear to detract greatly from the masculinity of
a man. If anything, it makes a beard, a brow, or the pale, unprosperous
furze upon a lip look more virile than otherwise; but that same cap and
gown will deceitfully rob a woman of something of the indefinable air of
her femininity. It gives her an ascetic cast, and asceticism is
unwomanly. But there are exceptions. Some types of women’s faces look
just a little more fetchingly feminine and bewitchingly alluring under a
mortar-board cap than beneath any other form of headdress.
The eye of the railroad man rested now with benevolence and satisfaction
upon the shapely, ripened figure of such a woman. Glowing upon her
features was a youth and a feminism so vital as to seem that nothing
could overcome them. Her eyes were blue and bright; her hair was brown
and crinkly; while dimples that refused to be subdued by the dignity of
the occasion kept continually upon her features the suggestion of a
smile about to break.
But with these evidences of sunny personality, there went stout hints of
substantial character. The forehead was good and finely arched to stand
for brains. The chin was perhaps a trifle wide to permit the finest
oval to the countenance, but it suggested balance and power, and
proclaimed that what the mind of this young lady planned, her will might
be expected to accomplish. In fact, the young lady stood at this moment
face to face with the consummation of a five years’ programme, and five
years is long for youth to hold a purpose.
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