Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 283, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 April 1932 — Page 13

APRIL 5, 1932

ll man huhtgr/ BY MABEL McELLIOTT • /95 26Y HU SftnCl WC.

BEGIN HERE TODAY BUSAN CAREY. *n orphan. Jive* with her AUNT JESSIE on Chicago * west fid* and atndiea stenography at a downtown business school. She goes to lunch one day with ROBERT DUNBAR, millionaire'* *on, who w kerning business method* at the urns school. Dunbar I* handsome and amusing and Susan likes him BEN LAMPMAN, a moodv voung musician, takes her to the movie* one night and quarrels with her. She rrsoivef not to aee him again. Reeking a job. Susan ha* an unpleasant experience with a would-be emplover hut is comforted when *he confide* her trouble* to voung Dunbar. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE (Continued) "Here, now!" A firm arm steered her into the doorway of a sweetpalace on the avenue. She found herself seated at a tiny marbletopped table. "Tell uncle,” said Robert Dunbar masterfully. "What's up? Who's been making you cry?" a a a SHE told. The words tumbled forth tempestuously. She bit back a sob and described the monster of the stove works in all his spidery ugliness. A short, sharp epithet escaped the lips of her companion. "I beg your pardon!” muttered Robert Dunbar. "I’ll go up there and tear the hide ofT that baby in a few minutes.” The young man’s jaw was set. He looked equal to the task. Susan shuddered. "No, you mustn’t. Please don’t. Forget I told you! I got away and ” here she regarded her still tingling fingers with some pride “I left the print of these on his face!’’ "Att.a girl!” Young Dunbar regarded her with admiration. "But I’d like to leave a few prints myself.” Susan’s great eyes implored him. "Don't, please. It would only make trouble. You’re awfully kind, though. And I appreciate it.” She straightened her hat, powdered her nose. "I must get back to school. I'll have to report to Mr. Block. By the way, where have you been the last few days?” He shrugged. "Family's going up to Geneva and want me to come along. Father made a row and said I was to stay in town and slave this summer. We compromised and I’m going into his office.'' “Then you're through at Block’s?" murmured Susan, her heart sinking at the thought. I guess I am,” Dunbar admitted, paying the check. He grumbled. "Wish you didn't have to go bark this afternoon. We might play hookey—go places and do things." Susan regarded this prospect and rejected it with a sigh. “I mustn’t, I’ve got to get a job and I mustn't clo anything to spoil my chances.’’ He WAS a darling, she reflected as they walked along. Many an envious glance was cast her way. Why couldn’t he be the sort of boy she might conceivably marry? There were dozens of girls in his own world. Why on earth should he bother with her? They parted at the entrance to the school. Susan thought rather sadly, “This hasn’t meant anything to him but to me it's been a wonderful adventure.” Then she set her teeth and prepared to face the terrifying Mr. Block with details of her failure as a job-hunter. “He'll be furious,” she told herself dully. "But it can’t be helped." Squaring her shoulders, Susan marched into Mr. Block's office.

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CHAPTER SIX THERE was no denying that Susan was in the black books of that autocraft, Mr. Claude Block. The owner and president of Chicago's "most modern school of business" had not deigned to notice the girl since the unfortunate afternoon when she had had to repulse the unwelcome attentions of the loathsome manager of the Melo Iron Manufacturing Company. Susan felt decidedly aggrieved. It was certainly not fair of Mr. Block to behave as though the fault had been hers. Decidedly it had not h r ' i, but Mr. Block was accustomed. as he so often and tircsomely said, to having his pupils "stand and deliver." He chose to ignore the fact that Petterman had been responsible for what had happened. In his mind, Petterman was a prospective employer only. Mr. Block implied that the fault must have been Susan's. So she sat, forlorn and ignored, while other less promising young women were dispatched to answer calls for stenographers. The day came, however, when Susan was the only logical candidate in the advanced class. Mr. Block, frowning intently, summoned her and said in a cold, remote voice, "Ernest Heath, the architect, wants a temporary secretary. Go over there and see what you can do." His biting tone suggested that Susan could do nothing at all and she flushed at the implication. However, as she took the card bearing the address and turned to go, Mr. Block relented and called after her, "Good luck to you.” Susan, surprised, stammered her thanks and fled. She was relieved to find that the office she sought was on the twelfth floor of anew and shining building. The marble corridors and glittering elevators seemed to her fitting trappings for this world of great affairs she hoped to enter. "Mr. Heath?" Her own voice sounded much too loud to Susan in the cubby-hole of (he outer office. Her feet sank into the dove gray carpet. The walnut desk bore a blue blotter and smoke colored curtains hung at the windows, framing a view of the lake. A spare, smartly dressed man about 45 stood in the doorway of a larger glass partitioned room bearing the word "Private” on the door. He eyed Susan appraisingly and nodded. "Come in. Sit down. Hi. Pierson!” he called to someone unseen. "Bring a notebook and let Miss—er—try her hand at dictation.” A colorless young man with a bookkeeper’s green eyeshade disfiguring his brow came in and put down a book and some freshly sharpened pencils. Susan stiffened herself. The ordeal was about to begin. a a a TTS THEN Heath had finished rapping out in crisp phrases several highly technical paragraphs in which the words “studding” and “fenestration" recurred, Susan was shown to a typwriter, given paper and carbon sheets, and told to "go ahead." She thought Mr. Heath rather

terrifying, but on the whole kindly, and then forgot about him entirely during the absorbed fifteen minutes in which she transcribed her difficult notes. She hoped no one was watching her as she destroyed one virgin sheet and began another. Looking up suddenly, she was annoyed to see the moody young man of the eyeshade gazing at her curiously from the high stool on which he perched behind a partition. Strangely enough, this surveillance put her on her mettle instead of making her more nervous, and the second transcript of the letter seemed to her perfect. Modestly she braved the fastness of Mr. Heath’s private office, and laid the sheet down before him. He read it once and then again without comment. Susan faltered, "It's all right, I hope." Keen gray eyes surveyed her. A slipped voice said to her infinite relief: "Seems to be. You’ll do, I think. First girl we’ve had in here in a week who could spell.” Susan felt as though a crown had been bestowed upon her. She drew a long breath. Mr. Heath w f ent on to ask her to be there at 9 tomorrow. Twenty a week was the salary and he didn’t know when Miss O'Connell would be back. She was ill. Susan understood, didn’t she, that the position was temporary? Susan murmured "Yes,” and prayed a little prayer that Miss O’Connell’s recovery might be slow although, of course, infinitely sure. Aunt Jessie had bean a careful guardian and Susan had been taught never to wish ill to any one even at the expense of her own advancement. She walked to the street car that evening on thin air. She thought, “I must wash my pink linen and clean my white shoes and give myself a manicure tonight.” She remembered suddenly that she had promised to go to choir practice with Rose Milton and resolve to stop and confide th- great news. Her heart sang over and over, "I’ve got a job. I’ve got a job!” i She thought the people on the ! street must know it. I She tried not to smile to herself ;as she danced along. She thought she must look different to every one. Even the conductor who took her money must notice. a a tt ROSE MILTON was not home yet, her mother told Susan. Rose was working at one of the big i State street stores now. She was selling blouses and her ambition was to become a buyer. Mrs. Milton, fat and comfortable in a gay summer dress, sat on the front porch fanning herself. "Come in and sit down,” she wheezed cordially, pushing some pillows back on the swing to make room or Susan. “I’ve got some lemonade on the ice, so you're just in time.” Susan said really she couldn’t, but found herself presently sipping the cool refreshing beverage from a tall green glass. Mrs. Milton made delicious lemonade. Cold and not too sweet. No wonder the Milton girls had such good times. Every one liked to come to their house. Their mother -was jolly and friendly and seemed to like young people. Susan sighed, thinking of Aunt Jessie. Then she smiled again, remembering her heavenly, wonderful news. Even Aunt Jessie would be pleased! How could she help it? "Been seeing your young man

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lately?” Mrs. Milton asked, breaking into Susan’s reverie. The girl flushed. "I don’t know who you mean.” Mrs. Miltpn rocked with delighted laughter. "Oh, I hear it’s a real killing! He stopped in here one night and raved to Rose for an hour. Said you didn’t like him much, but that he w'ould change that. Honestly, Sue,” she continued in more serious vein, “you’d do well tc encourage that young man. He has a future, mark my words!” What did she care about Ben

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Lampman's future, Susan thought disdainfully. Horrid, rude fellow that he was! Not that she didn’t feel, deep down, a glow of pleasure at the implied compliment. After all, he was the first young man to take a serious interest in her. But she tossed her head. "I’ve got a job,” she said, changing the subject. Her great news simply must be heard! Mrs. Milton was instantly diverted, flatteringly interested. "No!” she said, smiling incredulously. Susan dimpled. "I won't be able

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break a date or pass up a bit of fun. "Now you're all business women, if you please, and none of you is thinking about getting married at all. It isn’t nutural. Look at Rose! There’s Terry Sullivan after her all the time to name the day. He has a good little business Oak Park. She could have a nice apartment and maybe a little car, but will she? She will not.* "No, if you please, she must work up to the head of the department

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and get sent to Paris and I don’t know what all!” Mrs. Milton sniffed. "You're all alike,” she finished plaintively. Susan patted her plump shoulder. “You don't really mind. You justt like to grumble,” she laughed. "You’re as proud as you can be oC the way Rose is getting on.” Mrs. Milton tried without success to keep up the pose of injured parent. Then her ready smile broke through. (To Be Continued)

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