The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-29
Saint and Simmer
BIZ ANNE AUSTIN

wholesale groceries. And then I
found what 1 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 your
self and have come home to hve-to
live really, deeply, from within, not
to rush about, chasing will-o'-the-
wisps. You may sell wholesale gro
ceries, or radio receiving sets, or
Ford parts, or do any one of hun
dred things, but if you hold fast to
yourself, feed dreams to your soul,
worship beauty prayerfully-"
How did you know?" he asked
wonderingly, his freck1ed, broad
hands gripping the wheel hard. II
wonder if you know something else
that I found myself by losing my
self?"
Hasn't that been the way from
the beginning of timer" 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
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, cour-
teous way. He knew so definitely
what he wanted, but there was no
ostentation in his manner. He spent
money intelligently like man who
has always had it, whose family had
always had it.
While they were waiting for their
food, he drew 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 occasion
ally, 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. Il
wanted to read poetry to you today,
but didn't dare. These potatoes
au gratin look good. don't they? Do
you know, l love to see you eat! You
never make coy remarks about
calories and starches and carbohy.
drates 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 white bread, and that's my cue to
say, oh, my dear! Why should you
diet? You're exactly the right
weight" 1 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 apple
pie and cheese for dessert, if that
suits you. know their cook here
she used to work for us-and Until
you've eaten some of Elsies green
apple pie, you haven't really eaten
pie"
How comfortable it would be to
live with this 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 charm
ing companion he made!
He treated her as a mental equal,
despite the fact that he had trav.
eled, had gone through college, had
lived in Paris and New York, while
she had spent her life in a small in
land 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 him. No one
else knew that she had read count