Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 150, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 September 1926 — Page 12

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Saint and Sinner

By ANNE AUSTIN

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE CHERRY LANE is utterly different from her sister. FAITH, who stays at home and does all the work for the family of six, including:— Her Bemt-invalid mother, her father, who is a carpenter and contractor in a small way; her brother JUNIOR, or “Loiiff" Lane. 21, and JOY. 9. Cherry, the flirt, is carrying: on affairs with a dozen admirers, including CHESTER HART, formerly a suitor of Faith's; 808 HATHAWAY, a youns architect: ALBERT ETTLESON. a married traveling salesman; old MB. CLUNY. Cherry’s present employer and CHRIS WILEY, over whom a girl has committed suicide. . , GEORGE PRUITT, rich mans son and amateur artist, falls in love with Faith, but she oares only for Bob Hathaway, who is infatuated with Cherry. Pruitt showers Faith with attentions and the family badgers her about him. She protests that she does, not love George nad will not marry him if he asks her. Preparing for an all-day Sunday date with George. I aith. in hunting for a hat in Cherry s closet, finds Cherry's suitcase packed with nearly all her clothes and locked. The memory of a mysterious telegram received bv Cherry from Albert Ettleson Alls Faith's mind with tormenting suspicions. but since G. >rge has arrived, slit has no time to talk with Cherry. NOW GO ON Willi THE STORY CHAPTER XV Snatching up the white felt hat that had been crushed under a corner of the heavy suitcase, Faith adjusted it at Cherry’s mirror and hastened to the living room to rescue George from the embarrassing questions of her mother. “Hello, George!” She gave him a comradely t handshake. “Where's Junior, Dad, I want to speak to hira before 1 leave.” “Out in the back yard, tinkering with his Ford,” her father told; her. “Want to come with me anft see Junior's store on wheels?" she invited George. “He’s awfully proud of being an automobile accessories salesman. He sells to the garages all over the county, direct from the wholesalers, o n a commission basis. Be sure to tell him his truck body is artistic. He painted it himself.” They found Junior, in khaki overalls, industriously assorting his stock, which he carried in a big green-and-red striped-box, set on the stripped chassis of an old Ford touring car. After George Pruitt had paid the requested compliment. Faith drew Junior aside, with a smile of apology to George. “Junior promise me you’ll not say a word to Cherry or to anyone else about this,” she began in a low voice, then told him of the packed a!nd locked suitcase in Cherry’s closet. "I want you to get that suitcase out of the house without anyone seeing you, and lock it up in your car until I get home this evening You're not going to use the car, are you?” "No, going out with Fay in her bus,” he told her, frowning with bewilderment., “Say, what’s the kid up to? You’d better tell Dad—" “No, there may not be a thing wrong, aftd I hate to have her mad at me,” and Faith shook her head determinedly. “Just do that* for me, won’t you, ‘Long’?’’ she coaxed, calling him by the nickname he adored. She was very silent and thoughtful as Pruitt drove out Myrtle St. to the State highway. He glanced at' her once or twice, his small, bright brown eyes a little uneasy at first; then some of her calmness and bigness of spirit seemed to enter his own turbulent heart. Once she caught his eye and smiled slowly, first with her wide, mobile lips, then with her eyes, that met his so frankly—too frankly. “There's peace in just being with you,” he told her aftera long while, during which they had nto spoken. ‘“Do you know, never been really at peace before in my life? Ever since I was a homely, redheaded, freckle-faced little kid, I’ve been like a rat gnawing at the bars of a trap. Wanted to' get away, do big things, feel big thrills, see strange sights—away, always away. "I galloped around the world when I was 22, just out of college; then I fretted away a year in New York, trying to paint great pictures, finding out I couldn’t—” He brushed his free 'hand across his eyes, then looked at the girl beside him with a sudden vivid smile that .made his homely, strong face almost handsome. “And so I came back to sell

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wholesale groceries. And then I found what I had been rushing all over the world for, looking for like a crazy person—•” “You found yourself,” Faith said gently. “That is the only real peace. You took the true measure of yourself and have come home to live—to live really, deeply, from within, not to rush about, chasing will-o’-the-wisps. You-may sell wholesale groceries, or radio receiving sets, or Ford parts, or do any one of a hundred things, but if you hold fast to ‘yourself, feed dreams to your soul, worship beauty prayerfully—” “How did you know?” he asked wonderingly, his freckled, broad hands gripping the wheel hard. “I wonder if you know something else —that I found myself by losing myself?” # "Hasn’t that been the way from the beginning of time?” she asked gravely, though she knew very well what he meant, whAt his eager eyes and his trembling hands and husky voice were trying to tell her. “Do you mind if we don’t talk for a while? I want to think—there’s something I have to work out, if 1 can, alone.” She was thinking of Cherry, of that mysterious packed and locked suit case, but George Pruitt thought she was searching her own heart for the exact truth about her feeling for him. When they arrived at Sulphur Springs, a popular resort in the mountains, George ordered lunch served at a secluded little table on the veranda of the rambling, rustic hotel. She found herself studying him intently as he gave the order to the waiter, in his friendly, courteous way. He knew so definitely what he wanted, 't>ut there was no ostentation in his manner. He .spent money intelligently, like a man who has always had it, whose faniily had always had it. While they were waiting for their food, he drew a thin, leather-bound book of Shaw’s epigrams from his pocket and read aloud to her, his rather thick lips tasting the salt of the humor with relish, his small, keen eyes boring into hers occasionally, as if anxious to see if she “got” it. "You know—” he threw the book down as the waiter came up with a covered plate of fried chicken. “ —I wanted to read poetry to you today, but I didn't dare. These potatoes au gratin look good, don’t they? Do you know, I love to see you eat! You never make coy remarks about calories and starches and carbohydrates and all that rot. You never fish for compliments do you? Every other girl I know remarks prettily that she oughtn’t to touch potatoes or while bread, and that's my cue to say, ‘Oh, my dear! Why should you diet? You're exactly the right weight!’ I don't have to listen for cues when I’m talking with you. Lemon for your tea? We’re going to have some deep dish green appie pie and cheese for dessert, if that suits you. I know their cook here—she used to work for us—and until you've eaten some of Elsie’s green apple pie, you haven't really eaten pie.” How comfortable it would be to live with tips man, who had made an art of living, who had money, had always had it, would undoubtedly always have it! How kind and thoughtful he was! What a charming companion he made! He treated her as a mental equal, despite the fact that he had traveled, had gone through college, had lived; in Paris and New York, while she had spent her life in a small inland city, with only a few high school honors to prove that she had any brains at all. No one else had ever read Shaw to her, or had dreamed that she would be interested in Mm. No one else knew that she had read count-

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less books in the public library, that she was starved for someone to talk books with. "You look as if you’re doing a weighty problem ir. mental arithmetic,” he told her.‘‘l was—a problem in addition,” she said slowly. “And now I have to do another in subtraction.” “I hope your heavy mental labor isn’t going to keep you from your fried chicken and asparagus.” He kept his voice gay, but his eyes were startled, apprehensive. “He is all that —a companion, a mental stimulus, a charming, cultivated man, able to give me all the things I’ve never had and that every girl wants, and —I don’t love him.” She concluded her problem in “mental arithmetic” by making that fatal subtraction. "And it’s all nothing, if I don’t love him. ®h, I wish 1 had never met Bob Hathaway!” she told herself with such fierceness that she was afraid for a moment that she had spoken out loud. “Was the answer—wrong?” laid down his fork and leaned across the table to gaze compellingly into her eyes. "No, I got the right answer. I’m sure it was the right answer.” Her voice shook a little. "Oh, George, we’re playing a foolish game of cross questions and crooked answers. Let’s be sensible. Where are you going to sketch this afternoon?” "There's a little mountain stream and a three-foot waterfall, about a up that road.” He pointed off to the irght. “Good enough for sketching. But what I’d like to do is to start a portrait of you—sitting on a great bald rock, perched on a mountainside—can you see it over there?” She strained her eyes, shaded them with her hand. A boulder that looked as if it had merely hesitated on its plunge down the mountainside, was etched sharply against the intense tfiue of the sky. She shook her head slightly. “Cherry needn’t know,” he urged. "I’ll even paint her, to keep her from being jealous. Oh, she’s pretty, beautiful, I suppose you’d say, but she simply doesn’t appeal to me. Sorry! Now my idea of a picture of j*ou—like this—” he sketched rapidly on the back of an envelope. ** She leaned forward to watch him, so far that her sleek brown head almost touched the rust-red shock that'made his big, squarish head look bigger than it really was. He breathed deeply at that threatened contact, and his hand shook a little as he guided his pencil rapidly. *'l look like a feminine edition of

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Rodin’s ’The Thinker,’ ” she laughed throatily. “My idea was something like that,” he acknowledged, “but more specific. You see—the pleasant green mountains of adventure—girlhood's adventures—in which she nas been happy, carefree. She has come to the jumping-oIT place, literally—marriage, you know. And as she sits there, on the rock, her last foothold, she broods, yearns toward what below and beyond. Children, fulfillment of her nature, the lush green meadows of motherhood and wifehood and complete womanhood, provided she doesn’t break her fine, splendid body to bits in the plunge. Do you see? I'm not much good at putting things into words, or into colors, either, for that matter. But I believe I could do this picture as it should be done, but there’s only one model in the world that could make the picture come alive under my hands. Please, Faith, please?” his voice rose on a pleading, questioning note. Again she shook her head, dumbly. If she allowed him to paint her—like that—she would be giving him the answer he wanted, and which she knew she could never give. “I want to see you sketch the waterfall,” she told him compassionately. If she had not met Bob Hathaway— Two hours later he kicked over his easel furiously and came striding to where she was sitting in the grass, her strong, straight, back against the trunk of a tree, her great, serene eyes drowsy with content, her pate face dappled with sunshine filtering through the busy, whispering leaves. “Faith,” he said, dropping down beside her, leaning so close that his

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