Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1938 — Page 14

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

MONDAY, JUNE 13, 1938 |

SERIAL STORY—

This Man, Joe Murray

By William Corcoran

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOE MURRAY-—Liked new places, jobs, new girls, HELEN—Fell in love—hard—once. TERRY MALLOW — Found love — and kept it!

Yesterday—So Joe and Terry are married and Joe tells her that he does love her. But that night he is troubled again by the phantom of Helen, come in final farewell.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

HERE was a sound of music and a smell of earthy spring . . . but the music was discordant and the spring was too long dead, and it was a stark, desolate visitation, tragic and pale and fading for all time. Helen no more! It was farewell. The past was dead. The rest was up to life. The marriage was a neat little bombshell in the two families and in the neighborhood. Terry telephoned her folks that first day. On the second day she called on them. There was a long interview, the details of which she kept entirely to herself afterward, but she walked out of the house defiantly and proudly and a bit shakily, resolutely piling a number of personal belongings into a taxicab. Her visit was never returned. Joe called on his mother when | he knew she would be alone. She received him calmly. To his sur-| prise, she was fully aware. He de-| manded who had told her. “The newspapers,” she replied. | “T've watched the lists of marriage licenses issued lately; your name was there this morning, When you didn’t come home, there was only one thing likely. Besides, one look at vour face now and I'd know all I| needed. I know you too well, son.” He grunted and paused. When she did not continue he said, “Well?” She smiled and came and put a| hand on his shoulder. “Lots of luck, Joe . . . a power of luck! You | didn't ask for my opinion, so I'll} be sparing with it now. I hope you'll] be happy, and if there's anything I can do for either of you, you need only tell me.” “Thanks,” he said. on us.” “Il do that first thing” paused and said, “Do I draw line at the in-laws?” “It's already drawn.” “We'll get along,” she told him.

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HEN you are poor and not] afflicted with the touchy ar-| rogance of false pride, life is often | lovely in its sheer simplicity. Terry | and Joe were one day single and unattached, and the next, married | householders. They tok up their jobs again,

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both of them. They had a talk| about that, and Terry concluded to keep on working | “ I can make enough money,” he said doubtfully, reserving agteement, We'll need all we can get later.” “What for?” | She laughed and said, “Oh, you can’t tell what might happen.” She | blushed, who was always so bland, ! and tossed his hair. “I love you so much. I ean't be trusted I might want to have a baby. One exactly like you.” He laughed and sat her forthwith on his lap. She suddenly grew sol- | emn. “Maybe you'll understand | why I want very much to go back] to work? People . . poor people | like us who get married at city hall | . well, other people sometimes talk.” He understood. “Certainly. Work as long as you want. And you quit any time it suits you.” She grinned at him. “Not too soon I'm very greedy. I want lots of money, I want lots of babies, and they cost money. And I want a house out in Gardendale for them, just a little house, and you can have a little car and go to work in it and. ... For an instant he was not listening; his mind automatically spanned a time of months, and there was a picture of another house suddenly vivid in mind's eye. Then | he said, “A house, baby? We'll have one soon as the bank book buys one.” = x ”

ERRY knew what she wanted, clearly. Had she known a happy home, there would be less | novelty in it, less fascination . less high, high adventure with this | man who was her husband. i Their home was a bare sort of | place, so scantily furnished, but | that was not a matter that either | of them could mind. Such as it| was, it was theirs. Terry had al few small pictures, a bit of brocade. a pair of silver candlesticks, a | Wedgewood serving platter, a dozen | or so books. Joe looked curiously into the books. “Where did asked. “They belonged to my mother” | she told him. “All those things be- | longed to her. They were put away. | I guess she had lots of lovely things, but these are all they left, I've al- | ways kept track of them, and 1d | never leave without them.” She got a faded photograph from her hand- | bag, a photograph in a silver frame | of a blandly gay and demurely | pretty young woman in a high-neck | waist and a halo of soft dark hair, | It was an intelligent, sensitive face. | “That was mother before she got | married. She died when I was] ten.” “Hm,” said Terry. “She's nice. met her.” Terry kissed him gratefully and | put the picture away without saying | any more about her mother. They slid gently and placidly into a way of living that was full of peace and quiet pleasure. They had found the work hard, each in a different way, and they withdrew from the world because of the peace there was. There was no tension, no cross-purpose anywhere, no “nerves.”

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r os ” OE had observed enough of mariage to know that this was | unusual. He knew enough of women

to credit Terry with uncanny judg-| breath,

ment and skill in managing their | moods and emotions. It was a man- |

agement in which no thought or ef- | Drown eyes would be waiting, provo- | fort showed, as if it were instinct |cative and full of secret mirth and | headquarters!” very accusing.

alone once again. She might come and sit beside

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