Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 282, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 April 1932 — Page 13

APRIL 4, 1932.

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r BEGIN HEBE TODAY SUSAN CAREY. 18 and very prattr, 1* Ifarnint stenography at a Chicago business school. Here she meets ROBERT DUNBAR, non of a millionaire, si- bo Is studying shorthand, because of a sthim of hi* father'*. Dunbar takes Susan to lunch and ahe l;kr* him. BEN LAMPMAN. a dark. Intense youth Susan has met once at a party, takes her to a motion picture. On the way home they quarrel. Susan decides not to aee him again. The girl makes her home with ATTNT JEPSTE. middle-aged and very oulet. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER FOUR (Continued) ‘ You’re not angry at me?" ha asked with unexpected humility. Susan softened at something abject in his gaze. His eyes were like the dark eyes of a dog that has been beaten too often. No. I'm not angry," she said. ‘‘But I must go in now." "Can I give you a ring some time?" pursued her escort eagerly. Susan, in a panic, thought she heard Aunt Jessie at the screen door, so she tlirew caution to the winds. “Do. Any time at all," she murmured sweetly. She fled before he could say more. She hoped her cheeks were not as pink as they felt when she braved Aunt Jessie in the kitchen. "The idea of traipsing off that way the minute my back was turned," Aunt Jessie was grumbling; dourly. ‘‘l’ve been as nervous as a witch, watching the clock. "It's a wonder you wouldn’t want to get to bed at a decent hour once j ;in a while. You hate so to get up ‘ in t,ho morning.” The complaint flowed on and on ! Busan sighed and turned to her Bwn room. "Wasn’t that a man’s voice I lieard just now as you came in?” fount Jessie demanded, looking stern. Susan decided to brazen it out. “Yes. Mary Ruth wasn’t home and that nice boy I met at Rose’s met j me and asked me to go to the I movies.” it tt v AUNT JESSIE, utterly seandal- . ized, sat down in a hurry. She put one hand to her heart. "The very idea!” she said bleakly. "I had a feeling you weren’t at Mary Ruth’s. I had a good mind to slip on my shoes again and walk over there. I was so jumpy. "What the world is coming to with girls traipsing all over town i with people they hardly know I | can’t think!" "He plays the organ at St. Peter's Episcopal church,” cried Susan, remembering something Rose had said about Ben Lampman. Aunt Jessie's tirade collapsed suddenly and amazingly. "Docs he?” she asked, mollified, i “Then he must be a real nice young i man.” She pondered this. Susan seized the opportunity to slip into the bathroom and run the water noisily into the tub. Her breath still was coming rapidly and she had the feeling of having escaped from some great danger. But Aunt Jessie’s silence endured ■ only for a moment. She stood outside the bathroom door, calling loudly above the rumble of the running water, "But who is he? Where does he live? And who are his parents?” Susan groaned inwardly. Aunt Jessie in one of her fiercely inter- i rogative moods was trying. She trilled, “I’m in the tub. Can’t it wait until morning?" She could hear Aunt Jessie snort; unbelievingly. Then, as she listened fearfully ' there came the

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heartening sound of firm, heavy steps retreating down the hall. Susan sighed with relief. She would have some hours, at least, in which to think up satisfactory answers for her aunt. Breakfast would find Aunt Jessie in her most j uncompromising mood. “If she knew I’d gone to lunch with another man this week!” breathed Susan, feeling terribly wicked. She sighed. Wasn’t she ever to have any fun without such scenes? Not that going out with Ben Lampman came under the head of amuccment, really. What a somber, disagreeable youth he was! Such a contrast to the sunny, blue-eyed heir to the Dunbar millions. Susan smiled a secret little curved smile, remembering the way Robert Dunbar had i looked at her that morning. Almost as though they shared a secret together. She liked him, even though she realized they belonged to different worlds. She frowned, sobered and annoyed in spite of herself, by the memory of the fierce and terrible intensity In Ben Lampman’s dark eyes. Susan looked down at her arm and fancied there was a redness where he had so Impulsively squeezed it. He had frightened her. There had been a sort of fury in his gaze. ‘‘Horrid thing! I hate him!" she muttered to herself impatiently. Why had she gone out with him, anyway? Wasn’t it better to sit at home with a good book than to spend your time with any one so rude and uncouth as that young man? “I’ll not see him again,” Susan resolved. How soon she was to break that resolve she did not realize. FIVE rpHE weeks wore on and soon it |_ was June. A suddenly hot and breathless summer brooded over the city. The lake burned under a summer sun and girls began to wear their thinnest frocks and shadiest hats even in the downtown district. To Susan, young and radiantly healthy. It was a. pleasant enough time. She looked her best in the summer heat, her hair curled In little ringlets around her delicately flushed face. She had anew sweater suit of blue knitted stuff and felt .very much the young business woman wearing it. Still there seemed no chance of her securing a job. Calls came in, dribbled into the office, where a superior young woman in white linen received them and passed them along to the super stenographers of Mr. Claude Block’s upper class. Susan waited in vain to be called. At last there arrived a day when Mr. Block himself stood in the doorway and beckoned to her. “You—Miss Carey. Will you come here, please?” Trembling with pleasurable excitement, she complied. Mr. Block fingered a penciled slip on his desk. With deep-set black eyes he looked her over, head to foot, and seemed to find the results satisfactory. He said, “We’ve a call for a secretary at the Melo Iron Manufacturing Company. West Lake street.

Oo up there and do your darndest.” Susan accepted the slip from his fingers. He rapped out, after her, as she turned to leave, “Remember all I've been telling you these months. Chin up, walk like a soldier, smile!" Susan gave a very feeble imita- | tlon of the military manner as she took leave of the school martinet, but her knees were shaking under her. She was not sure the autocratic Mr. Block of the super-super business methods would approve of her just then, so she did not wait to find i out. Jostling through the State street crowds, through hordes of women shoppers on the trail of juicy bargains, the girl felt suddenly uplifted. Mr. Block’s lectures, listened to so wearily for so many days, were jumbled together in her brain in a muddled fashion. One thing was certain, she must not seem timid. She must appear sure of herself at all costs. I The facade of the building housing the Melo company was anything but appealing. Huddled under the elevated tracks, smoke stained and weather worn, it seemed to the job seeker to have a slightly sinister air. Susan consulted the slip again. Yes, it was the right number. Mentally girding herself for battle, she swung the heavy, dirty glass door inward. n m m A RED-HEADED office boy, chewing gum, sat behind an ancient partition near the door. Behind him loomed stoves of all sizes and quality. Susan shuddered. After the heat of the street, the place had a fetid coolness that reminded her of an unused cellar. She advanced and said to the red-haired boy in what she hoped were the proper tones, “I wish to see Mr. Petterman. I am from Block’s institute.” With a cynical gaze the youth rose and shambled toward the rear of the store. Susan’s eyes, gradu- ; ally accustoming themselves to the gra* light, could just make out in I the far comer the figure of a man at a large, old-fashioned roll top desk. A single bulb, shaded by a folded sheet of letter paper, burned above ; his head. “Ugh, what a dismal place!” she murmrued to herself. Somehow in her dreams of crisp, efficient offices there had been nothing like this. The boy shuffled toward her and pointing vaguely in the direction of the swinging electric bulb mumbled, I “Mist’ Petterman'll see ya.” Susan passed through the gate and picked her way fastidiously over the unbelievably dirty floor to the desk where the man sat. She heard an oily voice say ingratiatingly, “Sit down, young lady.” Shuddering inwardly, Susan slipped into the armchair beside him. The man called Petterman had a long sharp nose and sallow skin. His dark suit was crumpled and spotted. He wore a high starched collar that should have gone to the laundry several days ago. His pale blue eyes, watering under sandy brows, repelled the shrinking girl. She reminded herself sternly of her obligation to Aunt Jessie, of Mr. Block’s probably disappointmnt if she failed, and only by the exercise of will power was she enabled to endure another moment of the man’s company. “Experience?” barked the man, suddenly harsh-voiced after the oiliness of his approach. Susan shook her head. “I haven’t any. I’m a beginner.” The man smiled and his smile was, curiously enough, uglier than his frown. He said unctuously, "Well, well, we can’t all be experienced. We’ll teach you. You’ll learn. “You won’t,” here he smirked horribly again, “find me a hard taskmaster.” Susan shrank into the farthest corner of the oaken chair.

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TjE’rTERMAN hitched his own chair several inches nearer. “Salary’s $lB to start and we work Saturday afternoons. No nonsense about us. Eight to 5:30. Expect punctuality.” The pale blue eyes bulged at her. The man seemed to be waiting for an answer. Susan murmured, “Os course.” Petterman nodded. “You’ll. do. You’ll do. How old are you?” “I’ll be 20 in October,” Susan faltered. The answer seemed to please him. He leaned toward her

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and she caught the repellent odor of old cigars. "Youth’s no sin. It’s a fault soon overcome,” he mouthed, managing to come as close as possible to Susan. “We’ll get along.” Petterman’s bony hand snapped out and closed over her round wrist. “Mighty pretty little piece,” he whispered hoarsely. Susan had great difficulty in repressing a scream. She got to her feet. There was a brief struggle in the course of which the swinging bulb was broken and the man received a short but

stinging slap on the cheek. Through the nightmare Susan was conscious of the red-haired boy staring at her. How she got past the wooden gate, how she managed to pull open the heavy door and reach the street she never knew. But suddenly she found hrself, dazed and shaking, walking safely along under the L. She had the utmost difficulty winking back the tears. So this was what life downtown was like! This was the sort of thing you had to endure if you were to cam your living.

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She thought, almost with awe, of Aunt Jessie’s prophecies about lecherous old men in the Loop district. Aunt Jessie had been right! Managing by a herculean effort to wink back the stubborn tears she wended her way listelessly back to the commercial school. All the glory had gone out of the day. She wondered why she had ever imagined herself as a brisk and confident wage earner. As Susan joined the smart promenade on Michigan avenue, she heard an agreeable masculine voice calling her name.

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“Miss Carey! Ahoy, there! Why the rush?” She turned to meet the smiling eyes of Robert Dunbar, looking tall and well-groomed In gray flannels. His smile faded and, swinging along beside her. he inquired in a solicitous tone: “What’s the matter’ You look as though you'd had bad news.” Susan's forced calm threatened to desert her. Her under lip trembled To the young man she appeared rather like a pitiful child. (To Be Continued)

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Presently from the far end of the enormous chamber he heard the shuffling of padded feet along the stone pavement. Nearer it came until he could hear the very breathing of the beast. Evidently it was attracted by the noise of Tarzan's descent, and was approaching to investigate. He could not see it, but he knew it was not far distant, and then, deafeningly, there reverberated through those gloomy corridors the mad bellow of the gryf. Quickly the ape-man sought to elude the infuriated charge, which he well knew no living creature could withstand.

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