Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-14

so he said to me: When I have
made money enough. | am going to
| find out why people are no longer
happy. They ought to be happy-it's
| right for them to he happy. I'm going
to find out why they aren't happy
And, when / get a chance, I'm going
| to spend my life in finding out what's
the matter and then doing something
about it. All l know is that 1t isn't
poverty and it isn't sin. They aren't
happy, and it has something to do
with losing the art of living, and It
has something to do with trying to
rely upon themselves without any con-
nection with others. and belief ans
devotion. They look like lost souls
on the edge of some kind Of self-madc
torment And l want to help-some
day. They deserve it. I'd like to
shake loose from clients and fees ana
set those faces and other faces free:
You understand what he meant
asked Carrie. For, certainly.
understand"
II understand almost exactly" j
replied And he can do lot. IL ne
wants"
Her ewes shone But ] could see
how she could help him-a kind OF
harbor into which the boat comes pack
at dusk.
wrote his name down in my book
of characters.
During the many weeks spent with
representatives of great law hrms
from the East and the two pre-emi-
nent firms of the Mississippi River
CITY. learned the extraordinary
mower in Colchester to simplify ana
TO eliminate unessentials. The tangie
Of local and constitutional law. which
was one of the worst tangles and
snarls have ever seen, was unWounu
hv him. There was no dramatic bril-
lance in the performance; there was
no hectic running hither and thither
for a solution: he merely walked
straight into the dark, carrying the
steady light Of clear thinking.
AS one Of the lawyers from the
East. who had already national
reputation. said:
when that young man arrives at
an obstacle, he does not do what nine
tenths of these others do. They waste
DAYS irving to convince themselves
or others that the obstacle does not
exist. whereas young Colchester I'M
mediatelv starts to find new path
around it."
had no doubt that Jim would come
East. had no doubt that less than
five wears would see him seeking a
larger field and finding 1t.
/ remember vaguely of picturing
him and Carrie Graham. and perhaps
q baby, in a Pullman drawing room.
rolling eastward; ! even remember OF
thinking that Carrie would be looking
out at the sliding landscape, with all
the new lights of romance in her eyes
hnrnnc mr.
expectations to some deep and perma-
nent store of romance that was their
Joint treasure.
When I left for the East, it was
nearly midnight. Jim Colchester and
Carrie had been at the theater with
me and had insisted on going with
me when l picked up my luggage at
the hotel and went to the station.
"By the way" he said, as If
ashamed to tell me, Gaines and Web
ster want me to go with their firm. 1
thought you might be interested.
Which is your carr"
Carrie shot a look at me. Even IL
he did not want recognition Of tri-
umph, she did. And l tried. without
words, to show her by my expression
that / knew how proud she must he.
l was on the car steps as the train
moved, and l waved good-by. They
were standing there. several feet
apart, no doubt. but it has always
seemed to me that they were standing
arm in arm.
A MERICA has a vortex of its own
kind 1t Is the successful men
who are drawn from the village 20
the small city. and from the small city
to the large, and from the large city
to a metropolis.
Other metropolises Of the world are
also the centers of magnetic attrac-
| ton, but to a much greater extent
that attra ction is for the mere ad.
| venturer or the utter failure.
Colchester himself in those old days
once said: