Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 111, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 September 1930 — Page 11

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY CELIA ROGERS, lust out of high school, spends a hot July dav looking for a Job. Her mother, MARGARET ROGERS, is a widow, employed as a seamstress in a dress shop. On the dav 'hit storv opens. Margaret receives a letter which she conceals from Celia. It is , .and offer. sliced JOHN MITCHELL, to provide the aril with everv advantage of education, travel and social position if the mother will (five her up. Margaret declares she will never do this. Celia goes for a drive with HARNEY SHIELDS, voun* newspaper photogra- ■ pher. Barney tells Celia he loves her . and swears that some dav they will be married. Next dav the girl continues her search for work and secures a position as stenographer. She goes to the shop to see her mother and finds Mrs. * Rogers Iras been taken suddenlv til. The. doctor savs heat and exhaustion are tho cause. , „ „ After a day's rest Mrs. Rogers returns to her duties, hut three davs later she pavs a call to the doctors office. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE YOU'VE got to get out of that shop, Mrs. Rogers. You've got to do it at once! Fresh air, country life ” “But Doctor!" the woman protested. “I can't stop working!" Dr. Williams snorted testily: “All right. Then I’m through with the 'case! I‘ve told you what, to expect if you keep on this way. Three months—a year—l won't answer for the consequences." Margaret Rogers turned her head away. After a moment’s silence the physician went bn more kindly: “Your condition is serious. I don’t know exactly yet how far the damage has gone, but I do know that collapse the other day was the first warning. “Mrs. Rogers, you can't afford to let this go on. You have a fighting chance. Give up your work, go home and rest a few days, then come back to see me next Wednesday.” Mrs. Rogers rose to go. She told the doctor she would “think things over” and see what she could do. The physician nodded. “Then I'll see you next week," he said. “Good afternoon.” Going down the hall and out into the bright street, Margaret's slight, black-clad figure seemed to have shrunk. She had outstayed her lufich time, but the thought did not cross her mind. She walked through traffic without seeing pedestrians or vehicles. Automatically she entered Margot's dress shop and climbed ihe stairs to the fitting room. Two women were sewing at a large table and a third was stitching on- a machine. Margaret took the dress she w T as w-orking on from a cupboard, laid it on another table and took up needle and thread. The steady hum of the sewing machine was the only sound in the room. It was a beautiful coral lace gown that Mrs. Rogers held before her. The silken mesh was fragile and must be touched with expert Care. It was a formal gown with full, graceful skirt and a bodice that was scarcely more than wisps of gossamer. The frock was youthful in line and glowing color. Mrs. Rogers was adjusting a rippling flare of lace on the skirt. a a a LENORE, who made more sales than any one else except Margot herself, entered the room. “Who's working on that evening dress for Miss Spencer?” she asked. ' Tlie coral lace?” “Here it is. I haven't got to the 'hem yet," Margaret answered. “Well, you’d better baste it. Miss Spencer just telephoned. She wants to change her fitting from 4 to 2:45 o'clock. Can you have it ready then? She's a good customer.” There was a consultation. Mrs. Rogers was a swift worker and she did most of the evening dresses because she had a knack with such fabrics. There was much to be done to the coral lace. Tlie entire skirt had to be refitted. Margaret promised to >vork swiftly to get the garment to a stage where careful finishing could be done later. She said she would do her best to have the dress ready. The price tag, clipped to the lining, caught her eye. Tlie mark was $135. Margaret put the tag down. How rony $135 dresses, she thought bitte ly. would it take to pay for a year's rest in the country, doctor bills——. Her efforts that afternoon seemed clumisly ineffective, when at ■ nearly 3 o'clock she was told Miss 1 Spencer was waiting to try on the dress, Margaret brought it, carrying a big cushion of pins in the other hand. 'Tin sorry—l did nt quiet finish," j shff said apologetically, as she came] into the daintily appointed dressing; room with its-huge mirrors.

A tall girl in green silk sat waiting. She smiled good naturedly, arose and began to slip off her costume. This was Helen Spencer, as Mrs. Rogers knew. She had fitted many dresses for her before. “They promised me the dress would be delivered Friday morning,” said Helen Spencer. “Oh. it will be ready on time! I’m going to pin the part I didn’t get basted so you can see exactly how it will look. We’ll have it out for you Friday all right.” She slipped the bright lace over the girl’s shoulders and carefully eased the folds into place. Helen Spencer considered her reflection in the mirror with satisfaction. “I’m crazy about this color,” she said musingly. “Beautiful” Margaret Rogers agreed. Then, with the instinct of her trade, she added, “And so becoming!” “Do you really think so?” “Indeed I do. You’ve got the complexion for it.” To hundreds and hundreds of customers Margaret Rogers had said that. “You've got the. complexion for it.” The thought seemed to flatter womanhood from 17 to 70. A customer who had just received a compliment stood more patiently and was less inclined to be querulous.. Margaret Rogers had learned that trick long ago. “Now if you’ll just turn to the left, please—” a a a DOWN on her knees Margaret worked swiftly, placing pins in the silken folds. She smoothed, patted, readjusted and then stood back admiringly. “It's perfect, Miss Spencer,” she said. “Just perfect!” The girl in the flaming sheath of lace studied the mirror. “Yes,” she said finally, “I think it is. I like the way that frill goes and it does make me look divinely slim. I believe I like this better than the blue or white one.” The blue and the white were two other evening gowns which Helen Spencer had bought the before. They had been altered slightly and delivered without the need of the fitting. “I can finish it up now the way I I've pinned it,” Mrs. Rogers said. I "You won't need to come in again.” “I know what I’m going to do!” | Helen Spencer decided. “I'm going to wear this the first night on ship | board.” “Oh, you're making an ocean trip?’’ “Next week. Didn’t you know? They had my picture in the paper yesterday. Mother and I are to be gone for three months and I'm so excited. “You see, I finished high school last month and it's a graduation present. I’m so “hrilled! Just think of all the grand-looking men I'm going to meet. I'm sure European men must be thrilling. Maybe I’ll come back engaged—or married!” Mrs. Rogers smiled. “What school did you go to?” “Western. Father thinks 1 ought to be home to start college this fall, but I'm not very much interested in. school. I think it would be lotsmore fun to get married.” The girl talked on, but Margaret Rogers now was working mechanically. She did not mention the fact that her own daughter just was graduated from Western. "That’s all, Miss Spencer, thank you. I'll see that the dress reaches you on time. And I hope you have a lovely trip.” “Oh, thank you!” Margaret picked up the coral frock and went back to the sewing room. She had to go slowly, holding to the wall. She was horribly afraid another attack of weakness was coming on. She put the dress down, went to the open window and leaned against it. Her fingers gripped the sill. “You must not! You must not!” Margaret told herself determinedly. She closed her eyes and the cool breeze touched her forehead. It was refreshing. She tried to breathe deeply and when she opened her eyes again the room was not reel- j ing crazily, but was steady. Margaret went to the cooler and drew herself a glass of ice water. She drank it and returned to her place at the table. A woman across the room watched her uncertainly. “You don’t look like you felt well, Margaret. Is there anything I can get for you? Maybe you'd better go in and lie down.” MRS. ROGERS shook her head. "I'm all right," she insisted. “Nothing's the matter.” - - -“Wfcfc is it Celia starts to work?”

—Bjr Williams

her neighbor at the next table asked. “Not until a week from Monday.” “Well, she's a fine girl,” the other said. "I hope she’s got a nice job.” “Yes—l hope so,” Mrs. Rogers agreed. Tillie Dennison had work in the fitting room longer than either of the other four. She was unmarried, outspoken, generally referred to as “an old maid.” Tillie cared nothing for tact. Now she spoke up. “Well, I’ve been meaning to say it for a long time and now I’m going to, Margaret,” she said. “I think it’s a pity. If there’s anything I hate to see, it’s a sweet yaung girl getting into the rut of working downtown day after day. Wearing out their prettiness and their nerves when they ought to be getting married and raising families—” “Tillie, don’t talk like that!” It was the woman beside Miss Dennison w’ho had interrupted her. “I don't care. I mean it! Why. Margaret, suppose anything would happen to you? Who’d look after Celia?” Margaret Rogers eyed the wall before her blankly. “I don’t know,” she answered, “I don’t know!” Then she bent her head to hide the fright that was in her eyes. The others turned on Tillie Dennison indignantly. They said she had no right to say such things, that girls who worked in offices met lots of nice young men and plenty of them married. They defended Margaret, privately worrying at the same time. There was still much to be done on the coral dress when it was hung away for the night. Mrs. Rogers was the last to leave the workroom. Celia had the evening meal ready w'hen her mother arrived at the apartment. She thought that her mother looked tired. Margaret. Rogers insisted she was not. “It’s just the heat,” she explained. Later Barney came to take Celia for a drive, Mrs. Rogers nodded, “you young folks go alone. I’m going to read the newspaper. But after they had gone she did not read. She got out paper and pen and ink. For a long time she stared at the blank sheet. Tillie Dennison's words rang In her ears: “Suppose something would happen ” Margaret Rogers began to write rapidly. (To Be Continued) HOLMES IS GIVEN POST Acting City Hall Custodian is Named Assistant Superintendent. William E. Holmes, who has been acting custodian of the city hall, today was named assistant building superintendent by the safety board. Holmes recently passed a civil service examination for the post. He will continue duties as custodian temporarily.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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—By Martin

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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