Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 278, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 March 1932 — Page 13

MARCH 30, 1932.

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A ONE (Continued) fihe set to work again with the pot-hooks and dots. She would •onquer this wretched book! she would! When she went home that evening she was able for the first time to endure without flinching the packed street car with its swaying mass of sticky, tired humanity. The car ploughed west, stopping at almost every corner, swaying, jerking, clanging. But Susan hardly noticed. She was absorbed in a dream of her own—a dream in which a tall, fair ruddy young man with enormous ► blue eyes played the hero's part. Aunt Jessie spoke to her twice at > supper before Susan looked up guiltily. “I didn’t hear what you said,” she stammered. nan A UNT JESSIE looked annoyed. Prim she was, 50 odd, her gray hair done pompadour in the fashion of her vanished youth. "Don't see how your mind ever can be on your work, the way you dawdle at things,” Aunt Jessie said sharply. "I asked you if you wanted some more potatoes.” Susan shook her heard dreamily. "Nothing but a shadow, any way, that's what you are,” scolded Aunt .Jessie. "You girls nowadays and your dieting!” Susan looked down at her slim curves and laughed. No need for her to diet. She weighed 118 pounds. * She was tall, too, and that helped. It was best to be tall this year of r trailing skirts and what the magazines called "the romantic frock.” Not that Susan owned any such! Her besfr frock was the last year’s organdie that Aunt Jessie had let down. It had been Susan’s classday dress. It was pink and had a ‘ huge bertha collar. Susan adored it. It was the nearest, thing to a sure-enough party dresse she ever had owned. After she had helped Aunt Jessie with the dishes, the girl flew to her room to see if the pink frock had been ironed. Aunt Jessie had promised to have it ready. But no, there was no pink dream of a dress hanging in the narrow little closet. Susan’s heart sank. Mary Ruth O’Hara was to call for her at 8 and here it was half past 7 already. She called down the narrow passage. “Yoo-hoo, Aunt Jessie! I can’t find my organdie any place.” The sharp voice came back, tinged with fresh annoyance; "—Expect me to do everything! ’Sif I could get around to that extra job with the gp-ing cleaning and all ” Susan sank down on the bed, her brows crinkled with despair. She had promised! Aunt Jessie had promised! The ready tears started to her eyes. Then of a sudden she dashed them away after a quick glance at the clock. ‘‘l’ll do it myself,” she said. She rushed into the little bathroom, where she washed her hands vigorously, ridding them of the scent of yellow soap and dishwater. She dashed cold water on her reddened eyes and flew to the kitchen. Aunt Jessie was in the back yard, discuss-

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j ing lettuce plants with Mrs. Soren- , son, who lived next door. Susan put the ironing board into place and plugged in the cord. She rooted out the dress in its towel wadding and sprinkled it anew. Her fingers flew and her breath came faster. Aunt Jessie hadn’t wanted her to go to Rose Milton’s party. That was j the real reason she hadn’t ironed the pink organdie. Aunt Jessie was always doing things like this. She ; had forgotten what it was to be i young and spent most of her time ! trying repress the natural youthful impulses of her niece. But Susan would not let her conquer. She was young and that meant being alive, hopeful. Suddenly she began to sing. Aunt Jessie, coming in from the yard, regarded the girl with irritation. "Land’s sake!” said Aunt Jessie with some aspertiy. "You going to that fool Jamboree, anyhow? I thought you’d get to bed early for once and have done with all this gallivanting.” Susan smiled at her. Her lips curved and she said good-humor-edly, "Answer that front door bell, will you? That’s a lamb! I hear Mary Ruth on the front stoop.” n n a THE Miltons’ front parlor was filled to overflowing when Susan and Mary Ruth arrived. Susan felt shy. Most of the girls were coming with their “boy friends” and only she and Mary Ruth who was little and skinny and had buck teeth came alone—Mary Ruth, because she had never had a “boy friend,” and Susan because Aunt Jessie wouldn’t let her come with any one. Aunt Jessie said there was plenty of time later for all that nonsense and she wouldn’t stand for Susan gallivanting all over town with every Tom, Dick and Harry. Aunt Jessie never missed crimes or scandals in the newspapers. “Girl’s Body Found in Vacant Lot,” she would drone ominously, looking over her spectacles at Susan, struggling with shorthand symbols. “No wonder such dreadful things happen, the way young people go lallygagging at all hours nowadays!” So Susan had no admirers. She had to go to her few parties unescorted. Usually she didn’t mind, but tonight, somehow, she hated it. She felt conspicuous, walking down North Flornuoy street with the dumpy Mary Ruth. She though people must be hiding behind their window curtains,, pointing a finger and saying, “There goes that Susan Carey. She’s awfully unpopular. She’s never had a beau.” “Hurry up, can’t you?” she asked Mary Ruth rather pettishly. Susan fairly ran up the front steps and into the front parlor when they reached Rose Milton's home. She saw a confusion of eyes, heard a gabble of tongues. She rushed straight upstairs to the front bedroom where she took off her last year's panama hat, depositing it on the already overcrowded double bed. Then she primped a bit in front of the mirror over Mrs. Milton’s big mahogany dresser. The Miltons had nice things, Susan reflected. Not like Aunt Jessie, who still thought the golden oak she had bought in 1905 was the last word in style.

"How can I ever ask any one to our house?” the girl had thought in despair. The chairs In Aunt Jessie's parlor were still and slippery’ and anyhow she preferred not to have Susan ask her friends in. Aunt Jessie liked things quiet, she said. Suddenly Susan felt she must be going to cry. She wondered why she had come. "She would be miserable, all evening. She just knew it! She would sit in a comer smiling a stiff, set smile and trying to look as if she were having a good time. The other girls uould dance with their escorts to the music of the radio and Susan would sneak out to the kitchen and beg to be allowed to help with the refreshments just to conceal from the assembled company the fact that she wasn’t enjoying herself. Oh, she wanted to run away! Everything was horrible and life was hopeless! u tt a SHE dabbed at her eyes and leaned across the welter of hand-painted china toilet things to powder her nose. Mrs. Milton, stout and voluble, bustled in, wearing a gay, flowered georgette. "What on earth's the matter, Susan Carey?” The girl stammered, "I—l got something in my eye.” "Well, now, let's see!” Mrs. Milton flipped a big white handkerchief out of the top drawer and made a funnel of one corner. “Let me at it. I'm great at getting those things out. "Once papa got a piece in his eye so big he made a joke out of it. He says, ‘I bet if I called the Consumers’ Company they’d send out a truck for that load of coal.’ l,et me see, Susan.” The girl winked her eyes rapidly, regaining her composure. “It's all right now, honestly. I believe I’ve got rid of it.” “That’s good.” Mrs. Milton beamed at her. “You look very pretty tonight, I must say. Pink’s your color. The boys’ll be after you, Susan Carey. What I say is what’s the use of bothering your head with all this business course nonsense when you’ll soon be stepping out and getting married.” Her laugh wheezed out suddenly, disconcertingly. . . . Susan smiled. In some obscure way the outlook had been lightened. “I’m going to have to earn my living in the meantime,’ she said. "How’s your aunt?” Mrs. Milton wanted to know. “Oh, Aunt Jessie’s fine.” Susan frowned a little as she said it. Mrs. Milton's sharp eyes caught the frown. “As strict as ever?” she wanted to know. Susan flushed and nodded. Mrs. Milton clucked sympathetically. “Well, as I always say, I don’t believe in bringing up girls too stiffnecked,” she observed comfortably. “Mine always had a good time. “There's Veronica, who's got herself a good husband and a nice home out in Oak Park. And Grace out in Pasadena. My girls had lots of beaux and I encouraged ’em. “I believe in it. If you don’t see they have a good time, somebody else will. And that may not be so good. Your Aunt Jessie’s old style like my mother. My mother thought we ought to sit on the front steps, all in a row, until we were 30.” She laughed wheezily. “Well, none of us did. Both myself and Lide—that’s my younger sister—eloped.” a an SUSAN smiled in sympathy. "But I don’t particularly want to marry young,” she explained. “I’ve got to work and help Aunt Jessie because she raised me and I owe her a lot. I just want a little freedom and some fun.” “That's right. That’s right.” Mrs. Milton patted her on the shoulder. ’Now you run along back and start having some. There are some boys there who w’on’t want to miss you in your pink dress.”

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