Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 297, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 April 1932 — Page 17

APRIL 21. 1932.

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begin hfrf today SUSAN CAREY 1# pretty tuid *n wnhws. live* with her AUNT .JESSIE In Chlr,xo. *nd t*ke* * secretarial course at a downtown business school There •he meet* 808 DUNBAR, heir to a so-tune She I* employed m *ecreUry for ERNEST HEATH, architect. JACK WARING. He*th * assistant. trtes to Urt a flirtation but 1* rebuffed MRS. HEATH antih* Susan BEN LAMPMAN. a voum musician t*tce her to a studio Dartv. hut she does not entov it. Dunbar takes her to lunch and tell* her he la Roln* abroad. Susan's aunt departs on a visit and ROHE MILTON stavs with Susan, lonely ih plr! toes driving with Wartn* and RAY FLANNERY. emoloved In the neat office Warlne kiss's her and she resolves never to iro with him again Ben Lamnman *ks Busan to marry him and will not accent her refusal as Anal Wartne apologize* for hi* caddish behavior In a newspaper gossirt column Busan reads that Bob Dunbar Is to be married. Rhr wort- overtime at th office and H'eth for the first time realtr's how voting and charming site Is when he becomes ill she goes to hi* country horn* o take dlrta'lon NOW GO ON WITH TIIF *TORT CHAPTER TWENTY "'VT'OUVE got plenty of time. I miss.” That, was Simon, grinning at, Susan and helping her out of the car. "Thanks. You did that beautifully.” she told him, feeling conspicuous with her armful of flowers. She went to sit on one of the benches outside of the station. Idly she noticed a girl in white flannel with a grea' Russian wolfhound on a leash, pacing up and down. Thera was something familiar about the set of the beautiful little head under the rakish, white hat. When the girl turned her profile. Susan knew her at once. It was Denise Aokro.yd. Deliberately Susan looked the other way. She could not quite forgivp that girl for hav- ! ing interrupted her and Bob Dunbarat luncheon. The old pain began to throb in her breast. "7 was so happy a moment ago.” Susan thought resentfully. "Why! need she remind me of him? I was trying to forget.” Irresistibly her eyes were drawn back to the straight, graceful figure.! At that moment Denise’s gaze, met | hers. She bowed frigidly and moved away. "I wonder if her family knows she goes around with the Strinskys’ crowd?” Susan reflected, thinking disdainfully of that sordid menage to which Ben had introduced her. She buried her face in the roses as the train roared into the station. Susan found herself a seat in an almost empty roach and through the window caught a glimpse of Denise casually embracing a tall, blond young man, carrying golf sticks. Unaccountably her heart, lightened. In the back of her mind all ibis limc, unacknowledged, had lain the fear that. Denise might be the unnamed charmer in Bobs life. It did not, seem so hard to lose Mm to someone she had never seen. A real flesh and blood rival was more terrifying. "Perhaps it isn't true,” Susan thought. She wondered where Bob was and when he was returning. How strange that he had not even written her a line! She had watched the mails day nfter day until pride had come to her rescue. Then the dream had died and more than one night her pillow had been wet with tears. a u tt SHE dismissed all this now resolutely and began to think of other things—the house she had just left and her employer with, his lean, ascetic face and quizzical eyes. Surely Ernest Heath had every-

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] thing to be desired—wealth, posi- ; tion, friends and that beautiful j house and garden. She could hear ; herself describing the place In dei tail to Rose or to Aunt Jessie. Aunt ! Jessie would sniff at what she called "fol-de-rols,” but she would be im- ; pressed Just the same. However, it was Ray Flannery who first heard the story of Susan's visit. "My eye! Flowers, where are you going with that girl!” Ray shrilled, meeting Susan in the hall. Susan turned a blooming face. ! "Aren’t they lovely?” she asked, i "They’re from Mr. Heath's garden. I had to go out there to take dictation. He’s laid up." Ray whistled softly. "Getting a stand in?" she inquired. "I'll bet the missus didn't pick those for you.” Susan said with dignity. "One of the maids did. Mr. Heath told her to.” Ray whistled. "One of the maids! My hat! How many do they have and what kind of a place is it?” "It’s oh, it's beautiful!” said Susan, eyes shining. "It's out in the real country. There’s every kind of bird you ever heard of—” Ray chortled. "Wouldn’t you think they’d want to live on Lake Shore drive or somewhere like that? Wouldn’t you think they’d have a duple* up near the park? How anybody can see that country stuff gets me!” “It’s lovely,” Susan told her. "You couldn’t have a garden if you lived in a duplex apartment.” "Who wants a garden?” Ray demanded. She had followed Susan into the office and draped herself gracefully over a partition. “Me, I'd have a standing order at a florists for orchids or maybe gardenias.” Jack Waring interrupted them. "Sounds like your line, sugar,” he said impudently. Ray made a saucy face at him. "You know me. old thing!” To Susan she said, "See you later. Had your lunch?” Hastily Susan said, “I’ve got so much work to do I’m going to have a sandwich sent up.” Ray departed. Curiously Waring gazed at Susan. "The boss must have been feeling better,” he hazarded. Susan returned his look with utmost candor. "No, he hasn't really,” she explained. "He looks miserable. But he was so nice. He told Simon to wait and had all these gathered for me. It was sweet of him, wasn’t it?” ... ft tt tt \\T A RING agreed gravely, keop- * ’ ing his thoughts to himself. He had learned several things in the last month or so about this girl. Cynic that, he was, he had discovered that Susan was to be taken at her face value. 'Wha.t she said she meant, and what she seemed to be she was. It, was startling, but true. Jack Waring had not understood that at first. Now he was a little ashamed of his earlier attitude. Susan began to wish Waring would go. He made her nervous, sitting there drumming on the desk with his well-manicured fingers and eyeing her with that speculative gaze. 'the put away her hat, thrust the

flowers into an umbrella stand and flipped open her desk. The man smiled wryly, recognizing signs of dismissal. "Sorry you’re so busy” he said smoothly. "I wanted to tell you about meeting an old friend of yours.” Susan had slapped & "sheet of paper into the machine. Her eyes, intent on her work, raised to his for an instant. "Old friend of mine? Really? Who is he?”

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about it?” Waring was laughing at her openly now and the girl lifted her great, luminous eyes to his own in wonderment. Quietly, she said, “Yes. very much. Please go on.” * m m SHE scarcely was prepared for the name he uttered nor could she restrain the warm color that flooded her cheeks. “It was young Bob Dunbar,” Jack Waring said. "And he was asking for you.” "Bob Dunbar?" As in a dream she answered.

"Yes. The old man wants some sort of Elizabethan shack out. at Half-Day, you know, and Heath told me to run over and give him a line on it.” "No. I didn't snow.” Outwardly Susan was composed, but that throb of her blood told the tale. "He’s a handsome devil. Isn’t he?” pursued Waring. "Where and you meet him?” She kept her fingers steady on the keys. "At business school. He was taking the course —some whim of

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hi* father’*. Yes. He's very nice.” "Very nice.. Very nice.” The futile. foolish words mocked her. As if she hadn't been dreaming of Robert Dunbar's image for months. As if every lineament of his splendid young face weren't burnt on her brain. Very nice, indeed! She forced herself to say with desperate calm. “He’s to be married. I believe?” "I don’t know about that.” said Waring with infinite carelessness. "All the girls in that crowd are after him, I suppose. He has'everything—money—looks—nice disposition. I've heard he's a bit wild.”

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His voice dropped confidentially. “Now you would be exactly the sod of girl for that young man. You have brains and you’re rather ea-iy on the eyes yourself '* She moved her shoulder* impatiently. Why couldn't the man leave? Hpr voice sounded heavy m lead as she answered. Susan said. "Ah. but you see. he doesn't want me." She would have given a gr'at deal to have the words back. In a panic she wondered if she had given herself away. (To Re Continued)

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