Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 245, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 February 1923 — Page 8

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ALICE ADAMS by BOOTH TARKINGTON Second novel in The Times series by Indiana writers. Copyright, 1921, by Doubleday, Page & Cos.

MRS. ADAMS brightened. "I’m sure it’ll be pleasant havthat young married couple in the house —and especially this Mr. Will Dickson. He seemed very much of a gentleman, and anxious to get settled in good surroundings. I was very favorably impressed with him in every way; and he exlained to me about his name; it seems it isn’t William, it’s just ‘Will’; his parents had him christened that way. It’s curious.” She paused, and then, with an effort to seem casual, which veiled nothing from her daughter: “It’s quite curious,” she said again. “But it’s rather attractive and different, don’t you think?” “Poor mama!” Alice laughed compassionately. "Poor mama!” “He is, though.” Mrs. Adams maintained. "He’s very much of a gentleman, unless I’m no judge of appearances; and it’ll really be nice to have him in the house.” "No doubt,” Alice said. as she opened her door to depart. "I don’t suppose we’ll mind having any of ’em as much as we thought we would. Good-by.” But her mother detained her. catching her by the arm. "Alice, you do hate it, don’t you?” “No," the girl said, quickly. "There wasn’t anything else to do.” Mrs. Adams became emotional at once; her face cried tragedy, and her voice misfortune. “There might have been something else to do! Oh, Alice, you gave your father bad advice when you upheld him in taking a miserable little ninety-three hundred and fifty from that old wretch! If your father’d just had the gumption to hold out, they’d have had to pay him anything he asked. If he’d just had the gumption and a little manly courage ” “Hush!” Alice whispered, for her mother’s voice grew louder. “Hush! He’ll hear you. mama." "Coulu he hear me too often?” the iaay asked. “If he’d listened to me at the right time, would we have to be taking in boarders and sinking down in the scale at the end of our lives, instead of going up? You were both wrong; we didn’t need to be so panicky—that was just what that old man wanted: to scare us and buy us out for nothing! If your father’d just listened to me then, or if for once in his life he’d just been half a man ” Alice put her hand over her mother’s mouth. “You mustn't! He will hear you!” But from the other side of Adams’ closed door his voice came querulously. "Oh, I hear her, all right!” “You see. mama?” Alice said, and, as Mrs .Adams turned away, weeping, the daughter sighed; then went in to speak to her father. He was in his old chair by the table, with a pillow behind his head, but the crocheted scarf and Mrs. Adams’ wrapper swathed him no more; he wore a dressing-gown his wife had bought for him. and was smoking his pipe. "The old story. Is it?” he said, as Alice came in. “The same,, same old story! Well, well! Has she gone?” "Yes, papa.” "Got your hat on,” he said. "Where you going?” “I’m going downtown on an errand of my own. Is there anything you want, papa?” "Yes. there is." He smiled at her. ”1 wish you’d sit down a while and talk to me—unless your errand ” “No,” she said, taking a chair near him. "I was just going down to see about some arrangements I was making for myseif There's no hurry.” ‘What arrangements for yourself, wearle?” "I’ll tell you afterwards —after I find out something about 'em myself.” "All right,” he said, indulgently.; "Keep your secrets: keep your secrets.” lie paused, drew musingly upon his pipe, and shook his head. “Funny—the way your mother looks at things! For the matter o’ that. e%'erything’s pretty funny. I expect, if you stop to think about it. For i instance, let her say all she liker, but j we were pushed right spang to the wall. If J. A. Lamb hadn’t taken it into his head to make that offer for the works: and there’s one of the things I been thinking about lately, Alice: thinking about how funny they : work out.” "What did you thing about it, papa?” "Well, I’ve seen it happen in other people’s lives, time and time again: and now it’s happened in ours. You think you're going to be pushed right up against the wall; you can’t see any way out, or any hope at all; you think you’re gone—and then something you never counted on turns up; and, while maybe you never do get back to where you used to be, yet somehow you kind o{ squirm out of being right spang against the wall. You keep on going—maybe you can’t go much, but you do go a little. See what I mean?” "Yes. I understand, dear.” "Yes. I’m afraid you do,” he said. “Too bad!” You oughtn’t to understand at your age. It seems to me a good deal as if the Lord really meant for the young people to have the good times, and for the old to have the troubles: and when anybody as young as you has trouble, there’s a big mistake somewhere.’’ “Oh, no!” she protested. But he persisted whimsically in this view of divine error “Yes, it does look a good deal that way. But of course we can’t tell; we’re never certain about anything—not about ; nything at all. Sometimes I look at it another way. though. Sometimes it looks to me as if a body’s troubles come on him mainly because he hadn’t had sense enough to know how not SULPHUR IS BEST T 0“ CLEAR UP UGLY SKIN Any breaking out or skin irritation on face, neck or body is overcome quickest by applying Mentho-Sulphur, says a noted skin specialist. Because of its germ destroying properties, nothing has ever been found to take the place of this sulphur preparation that instantly brings ease from the Itching, burning and irritation. 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te have any—as if his troubles were kind of like a boy's getting kept in after school by The teacher, to give him discipline, or something or other. But, my, my! We don't learn easy!” He chuckled mournfully. "Not to learn how to live till we’re about ready to die. it certainly seems to me dang tough!” "Then I wouldn’t brood on such a notion, papa,” she said. “ ‘Brood?’ No!” he returned. "I just kind o’ mull it over.” He chuckled again, sighed, and then, not looking at her, he said, "That Mr. Russell —your mother tells me he 1 asn’t been here again—not since—” "No." she said, quietly, as Adams paused, “He never came again.” "Well, but maybe ” "No,” she said. "There isn’t any ‘maybe.’ I told him good-by that night, papa. It was before he knew about Walter—l told you.” "Well, well,” Adams said. "Young people are entitled to their own privacy; I don’t want to pry.’’ He emptied hi,s pipe into a chipped saucer on the table beside him, laid the pipe aside, and reverted to a former topic. "Speaking of dying ” “Well, but we weren’t!’’ Alice protested. “Yes, about not knowing how to live till you’re through living—and then maybe not!” he said, chuckling at his own determined pessimism. “I 1 see I’m pretty old because I talk this way—l remember my grandmother saying things a good deal like all what I’m saying now; I used to hear her at it when I was a young fellow—she was a right gloomy old lady, I remember. Well, anyhow, it reminds me; I want to get on my feet again as soon as I can; I got to look around and find something to go into.” Alice shook her head gently. "But, papa, he told you—" "Never mind throwing that dang doctor up at me!” Adams interrupted, peevishly. "He said I’d be good for some kind of light job—if I could find just the right thing. ‘Where there wouldn’t be either any physical or mental strain.’ he said. Well I got to find something like that. Anyway. 11l feel better If I can just get out looking for it.” "But, papa, I’m afraid you won't find It, and you’ll be disappointed.” “Well, I want to hunt around and see. anyhow.” Alice patted his hand. “You must just be contented, papa. Everything’s going to be all right, and you mustn’t get to worrying about doing anything. We own this house —It s all clear—and you’ve taken care of mama and me all our lives; now It’s our turn.” "No, sir!” he said, querulously. "I don’t like the Idea of being the landlady’s husband around a boarding house; it goes against my gizzard. I know; makes out the bills for his wife Sunday mornings—works with a screwdriver on somebody's bureau drawer sometimes—’tends the furnace maybe—one the boarders gives him a cigar now and then. That’s a fine life to look forward to! No. sir; I don’t want to finish as a landlady's husband!” Alice looked grave; for she knew the* sketch was but too accurately prophetic In every probability. “But, papa,” she said, to console ’ilm, "don’t you think maybe there isn’t such a thing as a ‘finish,’ after all. Y'ou say perhaps we don’t learn to live till we die —but maybe that’s how it is after we die, too —just learning some more, the way we do here, and maybe through trouble again, even after that.” "Oh, it might be,” he sighed. “I expect so.” “Well, then,” she said, "what’s the use of talking about a ’finish?’ We do keep looking ahead to things as if they’d finish something, but when we get to them, they don’t finish anything. part of going on. I ll tell you—l looked ahead all summer to something I was afraid of, and I said to myself, ‘Well, If that happens, I’m finished!’ But It wasn’t so, papa. It did happen, and nothing’s finished; I’m going on. just the same—only ’• She stopped and blushed. “Only what?” he asked. “Well ” She blushed more deeply, then jumped up, and, standing before him, caught both his hands in hers. "Well, don’t you think, since we do have to go on, we ought at least to have learned some sense about how to do it?" He loked up at her adoringly. “What I think,” he said, and his voice trembled: —“I think you’re the smartest girl in the world! I wouldn't trade you for the whole kit-and-boodle j of 'em!" But as this folly of his threatened to | make her tearful, she kissed him hast- j ily, and went forth upon her errand. Since the night of the tragic-comic dinner she had not seen Russell, nor caught even the remotest chance glimpse of him; and It was curious that she should encounter him as she went upon such an errand as now engaged her. At a comer, not far from that tobacconist’s shop she had Just left when he overtook her and walked with her for the first time, she met him today. He turned the comer, coming toward her. and they were face to face: whereupon that engaging face of Russell’s was instantly reddened. but Alice’s remained serene. She stopped short, though; and so did he; then she smiled brightly as she put out her hand. “■Why. Mr. Russell!” “I’m so—l’m so glad to have this —this chance,” he stammered. “I've wanted to tell you—it’s just that going Into anew undertaking—this business life —one doesn’t get to (jo a great many things he and like to. I hope you will let me call again some time, if I can.” "Yes. do!" she said cordially, and then, with a quick nod. went briskly on. She breathed more rapidly, but knew that he could not have detected it, and she took some pride in herself for the way she had met this little crisis. But to have met it with such easy courage meant to her something more reassuring than a momentary pride in the serenity she had shown. I For she found that what she had re- | solved in her inmost *heart was now really true: she was “through with j all that!” She walked on, but more slowly, j for the tobacconists shop was not far j from her now—and, beyond it, that portal of doom, Frincke’s Business College. Already Alice oould read the gilt letters of the sign: and although they had spelled destiny

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herself to stand among the great shadows In the cathedral nave; smelled the smoky Incense on the enclosed air, and heard the solemn pulse of the organ. She remembered how the novice’B father knelt, trembling, beside a pillar of gray stone; how the faithless lover watched and shivered behind the statue of a saint; how stifled sobs and outcries were heard when the novice came to the altar; and Uov^^sh^^ofUgiYslruck^au^ouKli

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How often she had gone by here, bating the dreary obscurity of that stairway; how often she had thought of this obscurity as something lying in wait to obliterate the footsteps of any girl who should ascend into the smoky darkness above! Never had she passed without those ominous imaginings of hers; pretty girls turning into old maids “taking dictation”— old maids of a dozen different types, yet all looking a little like herself.

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■Well, she was here at lasti She looked up and down the street quickly, and then, with a little heave of the shoulders, she went bravely In, under the sign. and began to climb the wooden steps. Half-way up the shadows were heaviest, but after that the place began to seem brighter. There was an open window overhead somewhere, she found, and the steps at the top were glad with sunshine. (THAI IfiNTb