Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 281, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 April 1932 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BUSAN CAREY, Mudvine shorthand In A Chtcaco busings* school, meets BEN I.AMPMAN. a dour voting musician, at a party. Although AUNT JEM lE. with ■s horn Susan lives, objects to her having • Utors, th* girl lets Ben escort her ■one. ROBERT DUNBAR, a vung millionaire, is a schoolmate of Susan's at the ruair.fss institute Dunbar takes her to lunch and Susan finds herself deeply in t tererted in the young man. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THREE t Continued' Besides, wasn’t the peppery Miss Allen always gushingly sycophantic 3then she spoke to Robert Dunbar? The prospect of going into the advanced class made Susan's heart beat faster. That meant she would be ready for a job in four weeks’ time. She scarcely could believe it. Aunt Jessie listened to the great news that night in thin-lipped silence. Trust Aunt Jessie not to gush over Susan's luck. She believed In dousing the glimmer of self-esteem whenever it showed a flare. She only said: “Well, miss. I hope you appreciate what I have done for you, and repay me by being modest and well-behaved and dutiful.” Susan gulped. Somehow she had 'expected more enthusiasm. She said, meekly, "I’ll do mv best.” Then Aunt Jessie began a tirade on the ways of satyrs in offices, of those "trolloping girls you see on j State street, all legs and lipstick,” j and ending up with a dubious hope that Susan would keep herself “mild find ladylike” forever and forever. Susan, not at all certain she cared \ to remain in the tiresome state j designated by Aunt Jessie as “’lady- ] like,” returned to her own thoughts j as the harangue proceeded. She did not, naturally, mention | her adventure with young Mr. Dunbar. Aunt Jessie would not like j that. Robert Dunbar would come i under the heading of “wastrel” or 1 “playboy millionaire,” according to Aunt Jessie’s classifications. She would be convinced the young j man was up to no good. Well, may- j be he wasn’t. Susan couldn’t tell, | but she would give him the benefit [jof the doubt,. She settled down to an evening of, study after the supper dishes were done. Aunt Jessie came into the living room, neatly hatted and gloved and wearing her best black and ress. “I'm going to prayer meeting,” Aunt Jessie said. “I hat to leave | you alone, but. I’ll be back by 9.” a a a SUSAN tapped her book. “I’ll be busy,” she returned. “Don't worry about me.” • Aunt Jessie unbent enough to .smile. “That’s right,” she said. “I’m glad to see you’re settling down in a serious way—at last.” She couldn't help putting the little sting into the last few words. That was her way. After she had slammed the front door the house seemed uncommonly quiet. Even the Shaughnessy children across the way weren’t making fheir usual evening racket. The late May evening • as still! and fragrant as Susan sat in the ; darkening room poring ovei short- i hand symbols. As the clock struck 8, she slammed the book shut with vigor. Suddenly it seemed to her an awful tiling to be 19 and vigorous and

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shut up between walls on a spring night when life pulsed all around her. She went out on the little porch and sat down in the Boston rocker. Bump, bump, back and forth she rocked. Across the way Millie Shaughnessy swung down the steps with her "intended,” as Aunt Jessie j called him. Millie wore a black and white ; printed frock that screamed for notice and her hat was flamboyantly red. Millie called across at Susan, | “Bye-bye. We're off for White City.” Susan waved. Millie was 20 and a telephone operator. She had picked as her husband-to-be a burly young man with upstanding red hair and a million freckles. He was a broker’s clerk and looked like a prize fighter. Millie was the one who had said to Susan a short while before, “What d’you want to learn stenography for? You’ll be getting married one of these days. Then what use’ll it be to you?” Every one thought Susan would be getting married. But how? and to whom? All the girls she knew, on the hunt quietly or openly for husbands, had opportunities to meet and know men. Susan did not. She couldn’t invite boys to Aunt Jessie's house because Aunt Jessie disliked, distrusted men. The oldt?r woman hadn’t, as she said herself, a good word for the lot of them. ana CUSAN felt lonely as she rocked. kJ It wasn’t that she envied Millie Shaughnessy her young man. He was not the sort of hero about whom one could spin glamorous dreams. Still, he was somebody. Some- j body to telephone and to go places with. Someone to tell a girl she was pretty, and that was a becoming hgt and to ask what was that new perfume she was using? There was no use thinking about it. Without some male as a foil, a woman was simply wasted. She didn't exist. Thus Susan’s dismal thoughts. Dusk deepened and the girl felt so discouraged that a little trickle of tear drops disturbed the creamy surface of her cheek. She was so absorbed in her reflections that she neither heard the creak of the bottom step nor observed the arrival of the saturnine young man who approached. “Good evening,” a voice muttered throatily. Susan gasped. She looked up, startled, and saw the dark, moody face of Ben Lampman, her curious cavalier of the night of Rose Milton's party. “How—l mean hello,” she stammered. “I, though I'd drop in and see how you were getting along,” said her caller, looking embarrassed. “That was kind of you,” Susan said. She began to feel rather frightened. Suppose Aunt Jessie should turn the corner! She didn't dare ask him to sit down. “Wonderful if—uh—you’d like to go to the movies,” observed Lampman shyly. “There's a Nancy Carroll picture over at the Logan Square.” “I'm sorry but I ” began Susan. Then she stopped. The idea came

Ito her like a flash. Aunt Jessie probably would never know. She said, “Wait a minutes,” and dashed into the house. Franticaljly she rummaged for paper and • pencil. She wrote, “Aunt Jessie, ; have gone over to Mary Ruth’3. ' Back at 11.” She put the key under the mat and joined Ben Lampman on the I third step. “I’ve never seen Nancy Carroll,” she told that rather flustered young man. Susan began to take quick firm steps. How awful it would be if they met Aunt Jessie on the way! CHAPTER FOUR THEY walked along through the summer dusk, two very selfconscious young people. Susan thought every one on the block muse be noticing her. At the corner where Schultz’s drug store window showed a pink and purple display of cold creams and powder, she shrank into young Lampman’s tall shadow. The usual hangerson were outside the cigar store, pimply youths whispering to each other. Susan knew one or two, but pretended not to see them. “Do you always walk so fast?” demanded Ben Lampman in a surprised tone as they arrived, rather breathless, under the theater’s blazing portal. Susan shook her head. She was blushing. How was she to explain to him that this was the first time she ever had gone anywhere in the evening with a young man? She half started to speak, then checked the impulse. No. he would think her what Rose Milton called “a dope.” She would not tell him. Susan, was afraid of ridicule. Silently they walked past the doorman in his white coat and silver buttons. Silently they allowed another white-coated youth to show them to their seats. Susan, crushing past knees in the darkness, wondered suddenly and agonizingly why she had come. She longed with all her heart to be safe and quiet and solitary on Aunt Jessie’s front porch. There was this much to be said about the pictures. You didn’t have to talk to your escort. You could be the veriest clam and still be a social success at a Nancy Carroll talkie. Soon Susan forgot to be sclfconscious, forgot to wonder if there were all around her prying neighbors who would report her adventure to Aunt Jessie. She watched the screen with avid interest. Such rot!” She heard a low voice growling into her ear. She almost jumped with astonishment, having put the young man at her side almost out of her mind. ‘‘This stuff is • terrible,” Ben Lampman muttered to her “Where’d they get that chinless hero?” Susan smiled. “He is pretty bad. But she’s cunning. I like her.” Ben groaned. “I think it's rotten Want to stay?” Susan wriggled with displeasure. Yes—yes. If you don’t mind.” a a a lAMPMAN settled down with a J martyred air. Was this, Susan wondered, the way all boys behaved when they invited you out? Somehow it didn’t come up to her ideal of knightly conduct. She was a bit huffed and showed it. Walking home, Ben tried to take her arm, but Susan broke away primly. “Lt’s hurry! My aunt will be home—and—” “And what?” he wanted to know. “She doesn't like me to be out late. She’ll be mad as hops. She’s very particular.” Susan tossed her head. Let him like it or not! Ben loped along at her side, taking two long, indolent steps to four of the girl’s short ones. “Oh, she is, is she?” he commented dryly. “Yes,” Susan tild him. She began to feel decidely uncomfortable

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at the thought of facing Aunt Jessie. She began to wish the tall, dark young man striding beside her was at the bottom of Lake Michigan. Anywhere—just so Aunt Jessie might not discover Susan's perfidy! “D-don’t you want to leave me here?” the girl inquired nervously, under the street lamp at the corner nearest her home. “I can just as well go the rest of the way alone.” Ben Lampman stared at her mcodily. “What's the matter?” he wanted to know. “I won’t bite your

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aunt. Why do you want to shake me?” Susan laughed unconvincingly. “How silly!” she trilled. “I was just trying to save you the trouble of going all the way. Rose told me you lived way out on the south side—" “I do.” he informed her darkly. “But when I take a girl out, I see she gets home safe. How do I know there’s not a cut-throat waiting in the alleyway?” Susan giggled. She said, “You sound just like Aunt Jessie.” Suddenly Ben Lampman took

her arm and the vice-like grip of his long fingers on her bare flesh shocked her into silence. “You don’t look like a little fool,” he barked. “You're not one. Why act that way, then?” Susan, usually even tempered, felt wild anger flow over her, washing her like tidewater. She wrenched herself away. “How dare you speak to me like that?” she cried sharply. "Who ti'you think you are?” “I'm sorry’,” the young man growled. “Didn’t mean it—you

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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