Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 280, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 April 1932 — Page 23

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SERIN HIRE TODAY StTSAN CAREY, who live* with her AUNT JESSIE on Chicago'* went aide. 1* learning ahorthand at a downtown bulneu chool. ROBERT DUNBAR, heir to th Dunbar fortune, I* a student at the same school. Susan has little gaiety, since her aunt objects to her having callers. At a neighborhood party the girl meets a dark moodv voung man named BEN I.AMPMAN. He eeems attracted to her and escort* her home. The next day she collide* with young Dunbar In the elevator at school. CHAPTER TWO (Continued) A* she stumbled out at the eleventh floor she turned to find young Mr. Dunbar at her heels. "Was it—oh, it WAS you I bumped so hard a minute ago!” cried Susan, overcome with embarrassment and shaken out of her shyness by the realization. "It—uh—was nothing,” said the young man, smiling with a flash of white teeth in a tanned face. Susan had time to observe the perfection of his white dotted dark blue cravat before the swinging door into the ante-room opened to admit them. Mr. Block, head of the school, frowned at them and signaled ominously at the accusing clock in the center of the room. "Don’t worry about it. I’m not injured permanently,” the young man had time to whisper before Susan vanished, very much flustered, into the confines of the ladies' dressing room. The morning passed more quickly than usual. Susan's half-hour of study on the street car stood her in good stead. She passed the spelling tests without an error and Miss Allen was almost, affable. To make matters more interesting, Robert Dunbar smiled at her as she returned to her seat after a triumphant bout with dictation. "Made a killing, haven’t you?” whisppred Helen Marshall, observing the interchange of glances. Susan shook her head, faintly frowning. It wouldn't do to permit the gossipy Helen, friendly as she was, to start that sort of talk.

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BUT at noon as Susan waited for Helen in the downstairs foyer young Dunbar intercepted her. "Going to lunch?” he inquired pleasantly. It was by way of being purely a rhetorical question, since lunch was the obvious order of the moment. Susan smiled at him. her eyes widening under the brim of her dark hat. "I’m waiting for my seat mate,” she said. “She couldn’t get on the elevator with me.” “Do come along with me, won’t you? I hate to lunch alone,” begged the young man. "It’s rather stiff, the way we all stand on ceremony at that dump upstairs. I know your name—and I suppose—l hope you know mine.” The girl nodded. "But I must wait for Helen," she protested halfheartedly, The tall young man shrugged. "Don’t you do that every day?” Susan caught her lower lip between her teeth, debating the matter. But the problem was solved for her because at that moment Helen Marshall emerged from a packed car, giggling and talking eagerly to two girls from the advanced class. The three passed out of the lobby without even noticing Susan and her companion. "There, what did I tell you?” asked the tall young man in the gray suit, masterfully taking Susan’s arm. “She’s forgotten about .vou already. Do come along. I’ll be everlastingly in your debt. I’m bored with life and need someone to talk to.” Susan was conscious of a tremendous inward excitement. Things did seem to be happening to her after all just when she had given up the glorious possibility! For a split second her mind, aui tomatically trained to this reflex, 1 registered the thought: What would Aunt Jessie say? She knew Aunt Jessie would not approve. This adventure would come under the head of "gallivanting with strange young men.” Susan looked up at the young ; man, striding beside her, trying to

i suit his steps to hers. The girl was no pocket edition Venus, but Robert Dunbar seemed extraordinarily tall. "Well, what do you say?” Laughing blue eyes met serious gray ones. To the boy it might have seemed the merest casual encounter. To the girl the occasion was one of tremendous drama. "I’ll come.” she said shyly. "Good!” Susan liked his clipped voice. He put his hand under her I elbow, the merest suggestion of protective masculinity, at crossings. He steered her into the great doorway of a marble palace. "This isn’t much,” Dunbar said in apology. "Lots of gilt and gingerbread, but it’s decent and the food’s not bad. And we’ve only three-quarters of an hour.” Susan opened her eyes still wider. “Not bad,” indeed! She was for | the first time in her young life within the sacred portals of the ‘‘Spendide.” Now she hung back, looking with dismay at her shabby coat! and , skirt. “I—l’m not dressed to lunch here,” she faltered, peony red with confusion. Young Dunbar took her arm with a gentle but compelling pressure. “Nonsense.” he said firmly. “You look charming and you’re lunching here with me.” CHAPTER THREE AFTER the glare of the street, the dim coolness of the big restaurant was almost startling. Silvery mauve curtains hung at the i great windows and against the scat- ; tered whiteness of innumerable tables there were bright flowers. I Roses and iris, apple blossoms, tall I pink tulips. Susan never had seen such lav- ' ishness. She caught her breath at | the sight and forgot to be appalled by the prospect of braving the eyes of other diners. Young Dunbar knew the maitre d’hotel. That dignitary was all smiles for the heir to the Dunbar millions. He found them a small, cozy table by a window and lingered attentively, bringing the menu himself. "Now, tell me” said Susan’s host, smiling across the table at her when the order had been given. | "Tell me what you’re doing in this i business sweatshop of ours.” Susan wondered why young men always seemed to assume that girls went in for business as a whim. Seriously she said, “I’ve got to earn my living.” Just why this answer should have abashed the young man she could not understand. He reddened. “Sorry. That was a dumb question. Just wondered”—here he floundered more than ever—“just wondered why a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be in pictures or on the stage.” Susan buttered a roll. “Poor girls have to go in for safer jobs.” she said sententiously. She was echoing Aunt Jessie quite unconsciously. “Besides, you know' Hollywood is filled with girls out of jobs. They can't all be stars.” The waiter intruded with half a dozen small silver dishes mysteriously hooded. Demurely, Susan permitted herself to be served. Sweetbreads aux champignons, creamed spinach, little golden potato balls—this food was not even distantly related to the fare Aunt Jessie served at the white kitchen table at home. n tt tt SUSAN refused an ice and a cigaret and sipped her coffee with a pleasant sense of well being. Luxury was delightful, no matter what Aunt Jessie had to say about, it! It must be, thought Susan, her mother’s lazy southern blood (that was what Aunt Jessie called it) that made her love all this. "Why are you at Block’s” she

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countered lazily as young Mr. Dunbar signed the check and slipped some silver on the tray. “My father’s fool notion,” the boy confessed with a frown. "I flunked my finals and Dad got all hot and bothered about it. Tried me in the shops for a bit and decided that wouldn’t do. "He’s going to South America next month and wants me to do his secretarial work for practice. Thinks 111 get the hang of things that w?%y "I wish I had a job to go to when I finish,” said Susan enviously.

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What should she do If. after all the money Aunt Jessie had spent on the course, she failed to qualify? The business world, as Miss Allen called it, seemed a formidable place. “Get you one,” said Robert Dunbar carelessly. Susan colored. “Oh. I wasn’t fishing,” she murmured. “I know you weren’t. Just had an idea, that's all." They rode up in the elevator like old friends. "Thanks for a beautiful time,” Susan whispered. She forgot Aunt Jessie's instructions on how to treat

young men who proffered sudden friendliness. "Just stare at him coldly,” Aunt Jessie would have said, with great firmness. But now when Robert Dunbar pressed her hand ever so gently, Susan merely dimpled at him. He was just a nice boy! Why shouldn’t she be nice to him. “We’ll do it again—some time,” he told her. Helen Marshall made big eyes at Susan as she tripped into the room and took her seat. “New boy friend?” she mouthed under cover of a notebook- Susan

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Allen actually had smiled at her! After weeks of subtle persecution, this was astonlshnig. “Thank you!” she mumbled. As she returned to her seat she saw Robert Dunbar smiling at her encouragingly. Like a flash came the intuitive thought—he had had something to do with this! Helen Marshall had whispeird that. Dunbar senior was one of th stockholders in the Block Corporation, and now Susan believed It. (To Be Continued)

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