Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 109, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 September 1931 — Page 7

SEPT. 15,1931.

GUILTY# LIPS fy LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Autho^ifi^g/^ER^AGF

BEGIN HIRE TODAY Prettv Norm* Kent. 20-vear-old eere|rv In a law office, marrlei MARK Travers. *on of p. M. travers. millionaire real estate dealer, after the father has sworn to cut Mark off without a penny if the marriage takes place. Norma has known Mark only a few weeks, and did not know during the courtship that he was a millionaire's Son The story opens In Marlboro, middle western metropolis. CHRISTINE SAUNDERS. with whom Norma shares an apartment. and BRADLEY HART. Chris' employer. are witnesses at the wedding. this. Norma has refused to marry 808 FARRELL, young lawyer of whom .he is fond as a friend. Mark sells his expensive roadster to Set miev for the honeymoon. He and forma go to fashionable Blue Springs. Norma meets HOLLIS STONE, and it *s evident from the girl's discomposure that sit has known Stone before. One night \*rk loses heavily in a card game. Tfcr voung couple are almost penniless. Mark borrows SSOO from Stone. He and Norma return to Marlboro. They *t<*i at an expensive hotel and Mark setg out on a round of Pleasure-seeking with his wealthy friends instead of hunting a iob. One evening he introduces Norma to NATALIE PRICE a debutante who long has honed to marrv Mark. As their funds dwindle, the voung couple move to a furnished apartment. Mark begins to hunt work seriously. , He Is unsuccessful until Chris Saunders helps him get a iob as salesman In Bradley Hart's advertising company. Baturdav afternoon Norma wslt.s for Mark to appear with his pay check. At last she hears footsteps on the stairs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Continued! “I don't quite know what. When Mark talks the way he did this morning—he doesn’t mean it, of course, but not being able to find a job is getting on his nerves. Maybe it’s getting on mine, too. “I try not to let it. Chris, I hate to talk to you like this, but what can I do?” Chris Saunders selected a tender section of celery. “He’s right, you know—” she said thoughtfully, “at least about your getting a job. A man with a grain of gumption isn’t going to let his wife bring home a pay check while he’s doing nothing.” “But I didn’t mean it that way—!” “Os course you didn’t, lamb. It Isn’t how we mean things; it’s the way other people take them that’s important. Anyhow I think Mark’s right. What kind of job has he been looking for?” “Oh, anything! I’ve heard him say a dozen times he’s willing to do anything, and he means It. Mark would do anything at all so long as it paid enough for our living. That’s what worries me. You see the money we borrowed is almost gone.” “Your credit’s good with me, kid.” “Do you think Mark would let me borrow from you? Or course not!” “Well, about this job. What does he know how to do?” tt a THE two tiny wrinkles reappeared in Norma’s forehead. “Working in his father’s office is about the only job ever had. He wasn't there very long and anyhow that was mostly getting acquainted with the people in the organization and seeing how things Were done—” “Don’t I know! Rich men’s sons. Inherit the business some day—come in and see how the faithful slaves keep it going.” Swiftly Norma took the defense. "But it wasn’t Mark’s fault. That was what his father wanted him to do. And besides it’s different now. “Mark really wants to work. He' wants to work hard and lie’s been through college and he’s so clever. Oh, I know he’d be a big success if he could just get a chance!” While she was still speaking the other girl’s face had lighted. “Listen!” Chris exclaimed dramatically, “I’ve got an idea! Do you suppose Mark could sell advertiseing?” “Os course he could!” “Well, I just remembered something. Bud Jamieson's quitting Saturday and Brad hasn’t hired any one to take his place. "Brad doesn't ordinarily take inexperienced salesmen, but he likes Mark! I'll tell you what you and— ’’ * MU CASUALLY that evening Norma spoke of meeting Chris. She added in an off-hand way, “Chris said Mr. Hart's been wanting to see' you. Asked if you could stop in his office tomorrow morning.” “What’s he want to see me about?” Dark fringed lashes fluttered faintly. Then the better part of valor won a victory. "I don’t know,” the girl said. “She told me Mr. Hart’s always in about 11 o’clock. “Chris is looking awfully well, Mark. I don’t believe she’s putting in as much overtime as she did." Shortly before noon next day Norma wan called to the telephone. A jubilant-voiced Mark almost shouted the glad tidings: “Brad Hart’s got a job for me! Wants me to start right away. Do you hear that, baby? I said Brad Hart wants me to work for him—selling advertising. Sure I can do it! Why, of course. “Everybody knows advertising's a good thing; It’ll be a snap! Hart’s taking me around to meet some of his customers this afternoon. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. See you later, baby. Bye!” They celebrated by going to the neighborhood motion picture house that evening and holding hands throughout a talking drama which was neither very funny nor very moving emotionally. To Norma the picture glowed with a haze of romantic beauty that was to make it memorable. For a week thereafter Mark Travers arose to the clangor of the new alarm clock, downed his breakfast and sprinted for the 8:15 car. Each evening he reappeared between 5:30 and 6. After dinner he read a volume Norma had unearthed in the public library. “Psychology in Selling Advertising’’ was the title of the book. Norma got out the paper notebook containing her much-thumbed budget. Forty-five dollars a week was the sum Mark was to be paid. Pitifully small to a young man of Mark’s financial standards, but there would be commissions and raises. • Norma remade the budget sheet so that it totaled $45. There was a column headed “savings,” too. Saturday noon—Mark’s first pay day—she waited impatiently for his arrival. She waited until frigid tremors coursed her spine j and her hands were clammy. She tried to invent excuses; even invented reasons to believe the excuses. She waited and waited—and at 4:30 there was steps on the 6tairs. “Is that you, Mark?" Norma j fried, ruuoing into Uie hall. i

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE MARK TRAVERS halted on the fourth step below the landing. The staircase and hall were poorly lighted and his face was in shadow. ’*Hello!” he said evenly to the girl above. Norma was radiant. “Oh, I'm glad you’ve come, dear! Did you work this afternoon? I thought you’d be through long ago!” “Had a talk with Brad,” Mark said indifferently. He had climbed the last four steps and stood beside her. “Well—you’re all dressed up, aren't you?” The blue eyes twinkled. “Do you like it?” she asked. “Really?” Norma looked down at the simple crepe frock she was wearing. The cloth’s sapphire shade exactly matched her eyes. She whirled about in a pirouette and assumed the pose of a fashion mannequin. “Guess,” she demanded dramatically, “what it cost!” “Gosh, how should I know? Where'd you buy it?” “I didn’t buy it, Mark. I made it! Mrs. Tracey on the floor below let me use her sewing machine. I got a pattern and it wasn’t a bit hard. And the best part is—it cost exactly $4.26!” tt tt a “T'vO you mean it?” incredulity in LJ the young man’s eyes. “Do you honestly mean you can get a dress like that for four bucks?” “Not in a store —of course not. But I’ve always liked to sew and it was fun to see if I could make a whole dress. “Tell me—do you really think it looks all right? I was sort of worried about these tucks ” “Looks like a million dollars to me.” There was something a little strange about Mark’s voice. Something unusual in the way he avoided heer eyes, too. Norma, excited over her triumph as a seamstress, took no notice. “I’ll get my coat and we can do the marketing,” she announced happily- “I waited on purpose so we could go together today. You — you got your check, of course?” “Yes, I’ve got it.” The girl was bustling about the apartment. Norma took pride in her housekeeping and the quarters were so crowded that if a single chair were misplaced, a drawer left open or the slightest detail out of order, the scene became topsy-turvy. She brought her coat and Mark held it for her. The small hat was jammed down over her curls. All the way downstairs and as they walked the two blocks to the grocery and meat market, Norma talked eagerly. After the hours of waiting, it was comforting to have Mark beside her. His silence escaped her attention. a tt THEY bought generously—potatoes, canned goods, butter, a loaf of bread, eggs, fresh vegetables and fruit. There was a small roast for dinner next day, cream and macaroons from which Norma would concoct a delicious dessert. The huge paper sacks were piled high when the two were ready to start for home. Their purchases would make up the bulk of their living for the next week. ** Norma explained advantages of quantity buying as they retraced their steps. She believed emphatically that foods should be selected personally and not ordered by telephone. Not until they were back in the apartment did it occur to her as strange that Mark was talking so little. She looked at him closely, asked If he were feeling well. “Sure. I’m all right,” Mark answered carelessly. He wasn’t, however. He wasn’t at all the usual Mark and though he strove against it and tried to keep it back at last the story came out. They had finished the evening meal. Norma was removing dishes from the table and Mark was barricaded behind a newspaper. Suddenly he threw down the scattered sheets. “Let’s get out of here —go somewhere!” he exclaimed. “All right. As soon as I have these dishes done. Where do you want to go?” “Anywhere! Want to get out of this place, that’s all. Here—l’ll wipe those for you.” She provided him with a fresh tea towel and the dishwashing began. A small task. Their entire supply of dishes would not fill a shelf in the built-in cupboard over the sink. Before Mark had dried the last plate, his mood changed again. Something was wrong! Something that was serious had happened. tt NORMA put a hand on his shoulder. “Please, Mark!” she begged, you’re worried about something! I know you are. Won’t you tell me what’s the matter? Won’t you tell me what it’s about?” He tried to evade, failed. The ugly secret was branded in the burning brown eyes. Mark started to deny, shifted his gaze and blurted out, “I'm not going back to Hart’s. I’m fired!” “Mark—?” “Oh, Brad didn’t put it that way, of course. He didn’t use the word, ‘fired.’ That's what he meant, though. Asked me to go to lunch with him and edged around to the fact I haven’t made a single sale all this week. , Hinted some other line of work might be more ‘congenial.’ He made it plain enough, all right! I didn’t want to take the lousy check for last week, but he insisted. Even said I could stay on longer if I wanted to. “He knew I wouldn’t do that! He knew I’d never set foot again in the damned place—” There was more of the samemuch more—for the next hour. At the end of that time, they decided it was too late to go elsewhere. For another hour they discussed ways and means and their financial situation. After that they went to bed. Sunday each of them tried scrupulously to give the impression of being utterly unworried. Preparation and serving of the dinner, the bulky Sunday newspaper to be sorted over and read, helped this deception. Mark dropped to the davenport in the afternoon and took a nap. Toward evening they put on wraps

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and went out into the cool air for a walk. Monday morning brought the inevitable problem. Where was Mark to find work? He breakfasted as usual, put on hat and coat and departed. Shortly before 6 he returned. Norma, aware of his pride, asked no questions. u a a THREE days passed, then four. Each forty-two hours became a dreary repetition of the one before. Norma, so anxious to be helpful, so eager to hear bad news as well as the good, was wise enough to wait for Mark to speak. She knew pocketing his pride was for Mark the hardest struggle. A week went by in this fashion. Presently Norma noticed that each night Mark was scanning the newspaper “help wanted” columns. She noticed he set the alarm clock for half an hour earlier. What struck her painfully in the transformation taking place was the disappearance of the gay alertness from his eyes, loss of the old brisk confidence. He talked less, fell into moody silences that lasted a long while. Display of Irritability were less frequent. Mark’s lips were hardening into a firm line. Sometimes Norma almost felt the man across the table was a stranger. A dozen times she regretted the money spent for her pretty crepe frock. In spite Os its cheapness, the dress was a luxury. She could have done as well without it, Norma wasted not a penny these days. She walked blocks to save a few cents on fruit or vegetables. She hoarded the household money. Such things were not hardships. Economizing was something the girl had done all her life. What terrified her, turned days and nights into nerve-shattering ordeals, was the fear of what should come when the last of their money was gone. Only a little remained. What would they do when that had vanished? THERE was less than $5 in Norma’s purse as she stood at the meat counter of her favorite store on Thursday afternoon. Rent would be due in another week. It had been paid in advance for the first month. Payment of the coming rent bill had been on the girl’s mind i'll day. Bother! She couldn’t possibly get $15 —one week’s installment—out of that $5 in her purse. If they were to be put.-out of the apartment, they would be put out. That was all there was to it! With unaccustomed recklessness Norma selected a choice cut of steak. She told herself she and Mark were so near the brink now that nothing mattered. Regret overwhelmed her as soon as she had paid the bill and started home. As she opened the door of the apartment ten minutes later something made her glance about quickly. “Mark!” she cried, “how you startled me! I didn’t think you’d come so soon!” The young man was standing across the room. “Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t expect to be here myself, but I had a piece of luck.” “You mean—is it a job?” Mark nodded. He was" somber, unsmiling. “Wait until you hear the rest of it,” he said, “before you begin cheering. It’s a job all right. “Floor walker at Blossomdale’s! ‘Yes, Madam—infants’ wear on the third floor! Indigestible chocolate drops, two aisles to the right. Garden hose? Yes, ma’am, you’ll find it in the hosiery department. Step right this way!’” tt an NORMA tried to laugh. She knew Mark didn’t think it funny in the least. She knew he was bitterly resentful and the burlesque was venomous. It was her duty to win him from this mood. So she said with forced gaiety, “You won’t sell ME garden hose or indigestible chocolate drops! Well, darling, no one can deny there’s a lot of ‘standing’ that goes with the job of floor walker. Hail the new merchant prince!” Mark said grimly, “There’s one thing about it—Blossomdale’s may be the ‘biggest store in the state,’ but nobody I’ve ever known shops there! “Anyhow, I’m to check in at 8:45 tomorrow morning. And for my services I receive the princely salary of 35 bucks a week!” “There’ll be raises! Isn’t it funny, Mark? Something must have told me you’d had a good day. Look— I bought beefsteak!” They celebrated that evening—not at the motion picture theater, but with a dinner party just for two. Norma sent Mark to the store for mushrooms and whipping cream. She made his favorite salad and topped off the meal with coffee that was ambrosial. The scent of that coffee did as much as anything to put young Travers in a cheerful frame of mind. He even joked about their poverty as Norma poured the second cup.

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