Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 284, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 April 1932 — Page 17

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BUSAN CAREY. 19. and nrcttv. dlsrouraca* the attention* of a moodv vntinc man. BEN LAMPMAN She la •■harmed bv the frlandahtn of ROBERT DUNBAR, youne millionaire who attend* ♦he same downtown shorthand school a* Susan. Dunbar comforts her one dav when she runs awav from a would-be emnlovrr. who becomes affectionate. Kit NEST HEATH, architect , emplovs Susan a' a temporarv secretarv. She I* driiehtod at the thought of securing her first tob. MRS. MILTON, a friend, upbraids Susan and all modern girls because of their Insistence on entering business. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX (Continued) ‘ That's true enough,” she admitted. “But what I say Is where docs it all lead to? • A woman’s happiest with a home and babies of her own. You’re a bit younger than Rose, but you ought to be thinking about it, too. Careers!” She gave the word as sarcastic an intonation as her soft voice could afford. Susan giggled. She couldn't help it. Good-natured Mrs. Milton in a huff was just funny. “Anyhow, what’s choir practice?” Susan demanded, rising to go. "You wouldn't call that a social occasion, would you? No young men there to beau us around. Nobody but Mr. Higgins and he's played the organ at St. Thomas' since 1901.” A secret little smile played over Mrs. Milton's round face. “Is that, so?” she demanded cryptically. “And who was telling you that?” Susan colored again. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said. Mrs. Milton permitted herself a knowing wink. “Why do you think Rose was so anxious to get you there?” she asked slyly. “I haven’t the faintest idea,” said Susan, tossing her head. “She said they needed another soprano, that was all.” “Run along, run along,” clucked Mrs. Milton amiably, having produced the effect she desired and enjoying the crimson discomfiture of Susan’s young face. “There’ll be a disappointed young man at that organ tonight, I’m telling you.” Susan fled, her hostess’ amiable mockery following her. Why must it be someone she disliked who seemed interested in her? Why couldn’t her admirer be, instead of Ben Lampman, that golden youth, Robert Dunbar! Quickly she told herself she would better stop dreaming about that young man, once and for all! CHAPTER SEVEN Hullo, there!” A throaty voice challenged Susan next day as she sat alone in the small outer office. Looking up, she met the exaggeratedly long lashed brown eyes of a small blond girl in a skin tight frock of violent jrecn. “Girl, frock, makeup, all were calculated to arrest the eye of the beholder. Susan frankly stared. The blond hair was a tumbled mass of ringlets (a “permanent” of dubious origin). A heavy, penetrating perfume emanated from the small person of the newcomer like a tangible essence. In the same husky mid-contralto, the stranger continued. ‘‘Gotta sheet of carbon around that isn’t workin’? I’ve just worn out my last one and I’ve gotta lease to make out ip duplicate.” Susan smiled. Now she knew where she had seen that dandelion

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I typewriter in the office across the way. She rose to get the carbon sheet, I hoping as she did so that if Mr. Heath happened in he would not j mind this artless interchange of courtesies. “Thanks a lot!” The yellow- | haired girl fluttered her mascaraed ■ lashes. “Do somethin* for you some day. My name’s Flannery— Ray.” She gestured to the door across the hall, lettered blackly, I “Mayne & Mayne. Real Estate.” “Have lunch with me some day,” she offered hospitably. ‘Tie on the ‘nose bag together. Know a good ! place down on Adams street.” Susan said “All right” and the Flannery girl was gone as swiftly and suddenly as she had appeared. For the next few days Susan was too busy learning the routine of the new office, finding out where supplies were kept, typing Mr. Heath’s .scholarly letters and reports and shyly asking questions of the rather I crabbed young bookkeeper to make | any overtures of friendship toward Ray Flannery. Work was absorbing, Susan found, j Her employer was courteous, although inclined to be a bit stiff and dictatorial. Altogether, the days were full. The girl felt important and for j the first time really grown up. Even Aunt Jessie treated her now with a grudging respect. BUM the second Monday the chrys-anthemum-locked Miss Flannery appeared again. Susan Just was leaving, properly hatted and gloved, for lunch at the exact moment the Flannery girl emerged from the door of her office. “Hello!” Raspberry tinted lips parted in a smile which flashed daz- ; zlingly like that of the beauties of i the tooth paste advertisements. Susan smiled shyly in return. Ray Flannery was dressed this day in a shade of yellow even more startling than that of her amazing hair. The dress, even as the green one, fitted her rounded figure with utter frankness. She wore black and white shoes that shouted for attention. Her I shiny black straw hat, coquettishly ! tilted, was adorned with a knot of ! waxen gardenias. “Eating alone?” Inquired the vi- : sion, casually linking her arm in : Susan’s. Instantly (Susan did not | know quite how it came about) it was arranged that the two girls should lunch together. Over their combination sandwiches and chocolate malted milks, Susan discovered (a) that Ray ; Flannery had wanted to be a tap : dancer, once had won a dancing s contest, and longed to be on Broadway; (b) that she lived with her I mother and brother in the Wilson j avenue district; (c) that the boys ! were all crazy about her, though ! she didn't know w r hy; id) that she liked Susan. “I’m like that,” Ray confided artj lessly. "First thing I can always tell whether I like a person or not. That crab who worked at Heath’s before you came—what did you say her name was, Sullivan? O’Brien? 1 —well, anyway, she was a pain. "Couldn’t stand her. Always wore low-heeled shoes and hair nets. Can you beat it? Hair nets! Musta come ! out of the ark.” Susan murmured that the luckI less woman had undergone an op-

eration and might return to her, post shortly. “I hope she chokes,” Ray Flannery said cheerfully, disposing of the last bit of sandwich. Ray’s fingernails were so long and so brightly tinted her companion could not stop looking at them. She rambled on. “My boy friend gave her a look one night when he came for me and he says, ‘Holy cat,’ he says, ‘Where did she drop from? Who dragged her in?’ he says. I thought I’d die!” Ray gave Susan a sly, penetrating look. “What’s your boy friend's name?” she asked. MUM SUSAN colored, stammering that she had none. The Flannery girl shrugged unbelieving shoulders. She seemed offended. “Don’t tell if you don't want to,” she said elegantly. “Some people are funny that way. As Mom always says to me, ‘You blat everything right out,’ she says. And I do. Friendly like a pup, that’s me.” Susan hastened to mend the breach. “Honestly, I haven’t got one,” she insisted, baring her shame to make the Flannery girl’s icy manner thaw. Ray still looked mildly incredulous, but she dropped the chilly dignity in which she had a moment before enveloped herself. “I don’t believe it!” She eyed the other girl suspiciously, took in the crisp, dark waves of haid pressed down by the small white hat, the j peachblow color that came and went in Susan's round cheeks. Susan laughed gayly. “It’s a fact!” | she cried. The other girl’s attitude cheered her. She couldn’t be so bad, after all! Ray Flannery gave her rosebud mouth an extra coating of lip salve and looked up. “Maybe you haven’t got S. A.,” she murmured thoughtfully. “You seem real cute looking to me, but maybe that’s it. Ever try purple eyeshadow?” She proffered the pencil she was now employing on her upper lids. Susan drew back and then, anxious not to wound the senstive Miss Flannery again, said with a regret she did not feel, “Wish I could but my aunt’s terribly strict—and oldfashioned. She wouldn't stand for it.” Ray sniffed. “You poor kid! Well, I guess maybe you’d better stay the way you are as long as you work for old Sourbones Heath. He’s a fussbudget, I hear. “Looks at me as if I was dirt when I meet him in the elevator. Hess a Yale man, my boss says.” Ray shook her head as if that accounted for Ernest Heath’s strange ways. "Is he?” asked Susan rather eagerly. “I didn’t know that.” “You’re a queer one,” Ray Flannery remarked, raising her plucked eyebrow. ‘ Why don't you pump Pierson? He’ll give you the dirt.” “Pump him?” Susan went scarlet and then smiled. It was no use trying to explain herself to this girl. Already Ray was rambling on. “You won’t need to do any pumping when Jack Waring gets back to town. He’s a good number. He’ll put you wise.” “Jack Waring?” Susan was puzzled. Ray’s lips curled into an insinuating sort of smile. “Ye-e-es, Jack Waring,” she mocked. “Heath’s assistant. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” The two girls had reached the elevator now and wedged tightly into the crowded car. Ray could say no more. M M M THE following day Susan was initiated into the mysteries of copying a freshly typed letter concerning an important building estimate into the old-fashioned book

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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