Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 15, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 March 1936 — Page 15

MARCH 2S, 1936

Today’s True Story PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS 000 # 0 0 By Helen Fusele

THE mow train waited Impatiently to be off on its climb up into the mountains of New Hampsire. Thronging aboard her a merry, hilarious crowd shouted enthusiastic greetings to each other Just as if they had not scon one another almost every night during the last, few months. In one corner of the club car sat a girl, alone. She tried to huddle into ob-

scurit.v, finding herself so unexpectedly an intruder; she recognized her loneliness to be too conspicuous. Every one else in the car seemed to know one another; she | watched them hungrily—her eyes feasting on the beauty of the girls, and her heart pounding stoutly with the anticipated happiness she was pursuing. During the slow climb, when the mighty engine seemed to tremble against the force of the storm which it encountered. Alice Herrick, from her corner, segregated the crowd into its pairs—she recognized that the girl called Ruth, whose dark eyes sparkled vivaciously upon Al, was married to George Reynolds —that Mary and Dick belonged to the same household, and she speculated that it must be a very happy one too. She had never seen complete content in any girl’s face before. Then there was Helene and Al—what a contrast, she reflected— Helene's cramped, tightened features betrayed a greedy vanity—a meanness. Yes, she was undoubtedly miserable despite the bouyant spirits of her gay husband. Al. Then her eyes suddenly caught the glance of a pair of gray ones; they fieemed to hold her gaze hypnotically. The man appeared as detached from that crowd as Alice. She saw him rise and cross to Mary and whisper something in her ear. Mary smiled up at him meaningly then allowed her glance to roam in Alice’s direction. 000 THE little Inn, nestled cosily in the snow banks, gleam°d brightly from all its windows. The pines and spruces were hung heavily with great coatings of snow; the stillness from the snow-padded hillside smote Alice in sharp contrast to the noise to which she had been accustomed; the crisp, dry, biting air cut into her lungs, seeming to dig out all the impurities that had lodged there from her days in the smoky city. "Won’t you come in our sleigh?’’ a low voice inquired in Alice’s ear. She turned from her wonder of the beauty of the night to discover Mary addressing her. "Oh, thank you,” Alice acknowledged. “That Inn looks as if it were across the road, but it isn’t. It is a mile away. Besides, everybody is suposed to know' each other up here, so we might as well get acquainted now as well as any time,” she explained. Alice climbed in, and allowed herself to be bundled in the fur robes; it did not surprise her to find herself nestled close to the side of the man with the gray eyes. His name was Charles Winthrop, she learned during the course of the ride—that ha had been persuaded to join the party much against his wishes and that he was getting pretty much bored until he discovered Alice tucked away in the corner of the car. Immediately he dated her for a tryout with skis and a hike on snow shoes. 000 DESPITE all the gayety. Alice discerned a bored restlessness among the crowd. This she confided to Charles one day. a week later when they were tramping across the snow. "Sure they are," he answered. “Why shouldn’t they be? They run around here and there trying to find something to do. They chase to Europe, and down South and up here, anywhere, just to get away from themselves. Most of the women haven't got enough to do except to try and hold their husbands—but you see some of them can’t even do that. It didn’t take Al long to clear out, after he had Helene safely entrenched here for a few weeks. They all have too much money.” “Seems a nice fault," Alice laughed. "You don’t seem to have to worry about that angle of life, I take it,” Charles studied her carefully. "Don’t I?” asked Alice tauntingly. "You spoiled women are all alike. Now take my wife, for instance ” "Your wife?” Alice asked incredulously. "Why, why, you didn’t let me know before that you were married.” “Yep, married and divorced once and waiting for the second decree to set me free again, then I’m in the market again. Interested?” he laughed meaningly. 000 THE cold wind suddenly penetrated Alice’s blood; she felt frozen and ill and weak. "I can’t say that I am." she answered faintly. "I didn't think—oh, well, what does it matter at all what I thought?" she asked, trying to appear gay. "It matters a lot to me,” Charles’ arm stole about her firmly. She hastened to release herself from his grasp. “Don't like me?” he asked. "No—not now.” she replied. “I'm not interested in failures,'' was her response. "Maybe I haven’t met the right girl until now," he commented. "I'm not the right girl, if you mean me.” Alice returned hotly. The resentment in her voice compelled Charles to study her intently. You're not serious about objecting to my having any kind of a past, are you? Most rich girls don't object to a divorce or two. It’s all in the course of a life.” “I’m not a rich girl.” Alice confessed. "I’m poor—much too poor to be squandering my small inheritance of SSOO left to me by my uncle recently on such extravagance as this. But, you see, I have never taken the time to play in my life, have always worked—worked hard, thought I had it coming to me, s. I decided I would chase up a little happiness. It has been fun, but not the happiness I thought I was missing. Now that I’ve tried it I'm content to return and settle again into the routine I have been accustomed to. That's my happiness—why I can hardly wait until I ran get my things packed and get back to town.” 000 ALICE rushed across the snow before Charles could catch up! ■with her. She ran to her room and I threw herself on her bed. The hot tears helped to warm the coldness which had smote her heart. After a time she arose and started to 1 {>ack her belongings.

"What a fool I am tj try to run away from myself!” she bemoaned. "In chasing after my hapiness I have found only misery. Why did I have to meet him? Why—whywhy—” A faint, gentle knock at the door and Mary stepped in. "Packing?” she asked amazed. "Yes.’’ Alice tried not to allow her to notice the trace of her tears. "Oh, must you leave us?” she begged. "I really don’t belong here at all,” Alice explained. "You see, I work for my living and must be back on my job. I’m not just a butterfly, as you supposed." "How nice," Mary said. "What do you do?” “I am part owner of a small dress shop on E. 50th-st,” Alice •explained. "That is, I hope that I can continue in business if i can dr?g up some fresh trade—” "Grand!” Mary answered. "Why won’t our crowd fit in? We will certainly all patronize your shop from now on—that is, unless Charles convinces you that he needs you at home.” "Charles?” Alice felt her lips curl with scorn. “That philanderer 9” "Who? Charles?" Mary asked, amazed. "One could hardly apply that name to him. He’s as staid as any old professor could possibly be.” "He's been married and divorced and waiting for another divorce.” Alice returned with vehemence. “Do you call that very staid?” 000 11/fARY laughed galy. "Did he tell that? Oh, Charles is always thinking up some fool nonsense. He probably told you that to sound you out. If you fell for it and approved, he woulcS have dropped | you like a hotcake. He’s a stickler l about divorce. Why, that's the I main reason he’s been such a con- | firmed bachelor all these years. He’s afraid he’ll get a hold of some girl who does not believe as : staunchly as he against it. Charles is a professor in a college—he’s not a rich broker, even if he does hobnob with them and look like one.” Alice could not prevent the ! broad, relieved smile which suddenly brightened her features. Her heart seemed to sing and shout with happiness. But in spite of her elation she forced herself to finish with her packing—she knew that her stay in the hills must come to an end and that she should be back at her shop. The sleigh was at the door and Alice v . tucked again in the warm fur robes. "We’ll see you in town!” the crowd called from the veranda. "Wait for me!” shouted a masculine voice, as a figure pushed its way through the crowd and rushed to the waiting sleigh. "So, you’re leaving, too, Bluebeard?” Alice laughed as they started off for the station. “Yep—l have a class in human relations scheduled for tomorrow—and that means that you and I have a great deal to talk over—” his arm stole about her and this time she did not thrust it off. "The pursuit of more happiness?” she asked. "Exactly that,” Charles ani swered. THE END. TWO MORE FILE IN RACE FOR CONGRESS Pettingill Enters Primary to Retain Post. Two more candidates, one seeking re-election have filed declarations of intenticn to run in the May primary for renomination to the national House of Representatives. They are Samuel Pettingill (D., South Bend), seeking re-election from the Third District, and Noble J. Johnson <R„ Terre Haute), seeking nomination from the Sixth District. % Seven candidates for the Indiana House of Representatives and five candidates for the State Senate also filed their declaration of candidacy yesterday in the office of Secretary of State August E. Mueller. They are: For the House—Frank J. Noll (R., Indianapolis', George H. Prime (D., Paoli), Ella G. Fordice (R., Russellville). Harry M. Shull (R., Auburn), Patrick L. O'Brien (D., Hammond), Ralph L. Harrold (R., Marion), and Stanley S. Gilbert (R.. Mishawaka). For the Senate—Alden Allison (D.. Connersvtlle), Elias C. Swihart <D.. Elkhart:), for re-election; William H. Casho <R. t Logansport), Joseph T. Day (D., Anderson), and Horace G. Murpny (R.. Muncie). STATE EAGLES ARETO MEET AT LAFAYETTE National Leader Also to Attend Hoosier Celebration. Times Soecial LAFAYETTE, Ind., March 28. State members of the Fraternal Order of Eagles are to meet here tomorrow as guests of the local aerie to celebrate occupancy of the remodeled lodge. Conrad H. Mann, Kansas City, national organization head, and Ray C. Brock. Kokomo, grand trustee and Ir.diaha department head, are to attend. TECH PUPILS TO SPEAK Trio to Give Peace Talks at Church Here Tomorrow. Three public speakers from Technical High School are to talk at the First Friends Church, tomorrow morning, on the subject of peace.' Alan Gripe is to speak on "War as a Dictator," Ann Calvert on "The Weakness of Force” and Dorisann Johnson is to give her talk which won first place in the peace oratorical contest of the Indianapolis Chuijch Federation. Her subject is. Mats and Woden, Incorporated.” 1

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