Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 June 1938 — Page 24
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“THE INDIANAPOLIS OUR BOARDING HOUSE
FRIDAY, JUNE 3, 1988
‘PAGE 24 By Williams |
SERIAL STORY=—
HOLD EVERYTHING
This Man, Joe Murray
By William Corcoran
CAST OF CHARACTERS JOE MURRAY-—liked new places, new
Jobs, mew girls, HELEN—fell in love—hard--once. TERRY MALLOW-—found love—and
kept it!
Yesterday—Helen is killed and Joe nearly goes mad. He leaves Sparksburg, becomes a wanderer again, writes home he’ll be in Albuqurgue next.
CHAPTER FOUR OE drifted, alone, and he was indifferent to where he was, but you must not think he was mournful or morbid. That wasn’t im him. A stranger meeting him had no cause to gues that something had gone out of him, for his caustic, hardboiled, friendly way was unchanged. He never went looking for sympathy. He made friends easily and he drew women to him without trying. All went well between Joe and other people until they came to cross the line that led beyond acquaintance, and the men turned confidential and the women clinging and tender. Then he became -suddenly erratic, and if there hap- ~ pened to be liquor in him, crazy and a little cruel. And if vou think that's exceptional in Joe Murry, just look around you at all the people you know and mark those who either rule themselves rigidly, or if they let themselves go occasionally, develop moods and erratic ways that their friends cannot understand no matter how they sympathize and try. Good people, fine people, kind people—but lonely. Lonely in the midst of friends, which is more insidious than being lonely among strangers, because it's more hopeless. Lonesomeness is deep, dark, far from sight, down where the roots of being frow. And when those roots are sundered from the other roots that they have grown together with, they are torn and they bleed and they are slow to heal. Jo
on ® o HEN one day he turned up at And with" their own |
home. peculiar tact the Murrays asked nothing whatever about Helen, «nd about her he had never a word to say.
He was soon at home among | them. He was older, quicker, surer, |
a little awesomely himself mm a
house where he once had been | merely part of the things always | underfoot, but in a day it was much |
as if he had never gone away. He
came and he went casually, and he | resumed old acquaintances in the | neighborhood, and inside the: week |
he found himself a job in the sheet metal shop of a big manufacturing plant on the South Side of town. It was a place where they made automobile bodies mostly, in large volume. Mrs. Murray got after him and saw to it that he opened a savings account to keep asite some of the very good money he was earning in no time. Joe made no objections. He was indifferent, but not lazy or unfriendly or unappreciative. He had turned out a might fine young man, everyone soon thought: pleasant company, a good earner, healthy and sensible and steady enough in his habits for any reasonable young woman. You see? It was happening already! Even if you were a disinterested party you would, being human, very soon come to the point of thinking that way about any young man so disposed and so situated, and the girls in the neighborhood were neither disinterested nor pretending to be.
It was interesting to see how he |
took them, accepting their flattery and attentions as if they were nothing out of the ordinary, yet not with overweening complacency or any other manner of conceit. He seemed unaware, no more, no less.
= un x IC was something that had worked out by itself inside of him.. Those roots of his, down deep, had fairly healed, but they had also shrunk and hardened and they no longer groped in the darkness, seeking. He was a little untouchable. Any time he spent with women was preferably spent: with those farthest from the neighborhood and his home, women from
whom it was convenient to escape. |
He had to leave a way out for that. There were moments, certain recurrent moments, when he remembered Helen, and she came to him in all of a beauty that was now ineffable and he had to escape. And then he met Terry Mallow . whose name was more rightly Therasa. Oh, there was nothing remarkable about that meeting. Lots of other meetings that happened during that year have every right to take on more importance than this one. Only in the end they did not. It is unfortunate for the purposes of telling this story, but the fact was that neither of them glanced twice at each other at the time. Terry came to the house to call for one of Joe's sisters; they were briefly introduced; Joe passed on through the room—that was all.
= = = OE ran into Terry three or four times before he stopped to look at her very closely. She worked in the lace mill with Irene, Joe's sister, where they both had fine jobs, pleasant and steady and good pay, for girls. Lace is good stuff to work on; pretty and brittle and clean. For no visible reason she took to running up to the Murray home at odd times and without any special urging on Irene’s part, coming in with a queer mixture of brash intrusion and apology. Terry's visits, though they came at unexpected hours and often lasted uncomfortably long, were hard to feel annoyed over for very long. There was something very disarming about her, even while you wondered what on earth to do with her. She was a short little thing and kind of round, with no figure to speak of in spite of the fact that she wasn't fat. She was dark brown of hair and type, not pretty exactly, but agreeable-look-ing, though her brown eyes were very large and when she was at her ease and feeling free and vivacious they lighted up and became really beautiful and said for her a great many things that words could not say.
» on o OE, after being first annoyed, then resigned, then irritated again and curious, questioned his sister. “What's the idea of the visiting firewoman back in the kitchen every time I go to shave?” Irene was somewhat irritated herself, but helpless. “I give up. You can have her. I felt sorry for her and brought her home. It's been out of my hands since.”
“YT had to do it, boss—he ate the horse.”
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and horsed around in a generally
disreputable way, Qut always with a hollow piffling dignity and a hypocritical and apparently successful hiding of his affairs from his home.
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