Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 298, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 April 1932 — Page 31

APRIL 22, 1932

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BEGIN HERE TODAY SUSAN CAREY. nrcttT. 19. end an orphan. works as secretary to ERNEET HEATH. Chlcaao sichltocl She Uvea *ith her aunt, who is xedlnlY strict. _ 808 DUNBAR, heir to a Urge fortune, •hows her attentions, but he goes awar without outttng his admiration Into *OTds .TACK WARING. Heath's assist•nt. takes Busan for a drive ona night •nd kisses her against her will. Busan hoars that Dunbar haa tone • broad. BF.N LAMPMAN. voting musician. asks her to marrv him. She refuses. bzut he asks her to think it over, waring apologize* tor actingfl the cad. Busan reads in a gosslo column that Dunbar ia to be married. Ernest Heath notices Susan's vouth •nd freshness and wonders whv his wife 1* so rude to her. Waring tells her that Bob Is bark in town. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE THE leaves turned and It was October again. In another month Susan would be 20. When she was busy, she scarcely thought about the passage of time, but occasionally when she was tired or things had gone wrong, she began to wonder whither she was drifting. It was all very well to be ambitious. but where, after all, could *he get with this particular job? She had no special flair for the work. She was faithful at routine, but beyond that the business world, as Ray called It, disappointed her. Rose had the right idea. Susan think as she passed down the aisles of a big department store. Rose had chosen to work in a woman’s world. When she reached this stage in her reflections. Susan was sometimes conscious of a sense of panic. She must succeed at work, because there was nothing else for her! She! must repay Aunt Jessie for all she | had done. It was only fair. It was well enough for other girls; ♦o chat, idly of marriage, but that | Was not for her. Since she could not have the one she wanted, she 'vould not content herself with second best, Susan was passing the glove counter in a State street shop one day at noon hour when she heard Borne one call her name. The girl on the low stool held out one perfectly manicured hand and said, “Sorry it’s the left, but you see the other one is busy.” Susan saw. The saleswoman was fitting a faultless, fawn-colored glove. Denise Ackroyd regarded her shrewdly and as if on an impulse ndded, “Do have lunch with me. Won't you?”

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Susan was too surprised to think of an excuse. The other girl ordered half a dozen pair of the gloves as casually as Susan might have bought a newspaper. The saleswoman's manner was markedly deferential. “There. That’s that!” said Denise. “Shopping is a horrid bore, isn’t It?" She did not seem to require an answer, but chattered on in that high imperious voice. “I suppose you’re in a bit of a rush. Do you mind If we stop right here? The tearoom’s not bad, really.” Not bad! Susan thought it the height of quiet luxury. She slipped into a chair at the candle-lighted table feeling uncommonly shabby beside this other girl. Denise threw a silver fox scarf carelessly aside and took her vanity kit from a mammoth snake skin bag. “I look a wreck,” she pouted, examining herself in the mirror. Susan seized this oportunity to frankly estimate her rival. It was as her rival she always thought of Denise. The other girl’s skin had a clear, gardenia-white texture. It was almost translucent. Her fine brows were delicately arched and her whole face wore customarily an expression of careless disdain. All her belongings, the fur, the bag, her wadded little gloves, breathed a scent that was elusive and piquant. Susan thought it was mimosa, but wasn’t sure. mum SHE felt tongue-tied and wondered why she had come. Why hadn t she thought of an excuse? What did this girl want of her? Determinedly she brought her attention back to what Denise was saying. “So sorry to have broken up the party that day you and Bobby were lunching,” she said. Susan pretended not to remember. “Oh, well, then, it doesn’t matter!” Denise said sweetly. “I thought there was a chance you might be taking him seriously and that would be bad.” “Would it? Why?” Susan voice was brave. Denise laughed a silvery little trickle of amusement.

“Why? She asks me that.” She raised her eyes in mock amazement. “Surely you know his reputation.” Susan dipped her spoon itno the clear soup and fixed her candid gaze on the other girl. “I know very little about him,” she said quietly, “except that he’s pleasant and friendly. Oh, my dear, is that all?” There was the faintest edge In Denise's tone now. “He’s charming, that man. He’s a lamb, but you have to know him through and through as I do to—well, to appreciate him. We’ve practically been raised together,” she went on, “and his father, well, he’s an old darling, a pet. His father haa always expected us to step off some day.” Susan did not reply. By some miracle, she managed to keep her fingers steady. If this were only over, she thought, wildly! If there were only some quiet, friendly cave into which she might creep and hide herself, safe forever from the sound of that clear, arrogant, tormenting voice. But she was not to be let ofX so easily. Denise rippled on. “It’s not settled, of course, acautlly,” she said. “That is, we haven’t named a date or anything like that, but—well, I don’t know. I think perhaps I’m too young to decide just now.” Susan managed a stiff-lipped smile. “I’m just 18, you know,” Denise pouted. “Os course I know most girls marry during their first season but I can’t make up my mind.” Susan murmured something conventional. Afterward she could not have told what her part in the conversation had been. She longed only to escape from this bright, warm room and from her torturer. “Os course there is no question about Bobby’s ideas on the subject.” said Denise, preening herself as naturally as a young peacock. She interrupted herself for a moment to bow prettily to several elderly women in black, proceeding in stately fashion toward a corner table. “Dreadful old hens,” Denise murmured. “What was I saying?” a m u SUSAN prompted her, automatonlike. “You said there was no question about Mr. Dunbar’s feelings.” Denise smiled, diverted. “Do you honestly call him that? How funny!” she trilled. “I thought—that is, I got the impression the other night you knew each other rather well.” Susan’s heart unaccountably lightened. So Robert had been speaking of her! This was balm. “He thinks,” continued Denise spitefully, “that you’re smart. That’s what he said. At least that’s all I remember. “I don’t know how you happened to come into the conversation. We were driving and talking—just babbling on you know how it is—and he said that.” Well, it wasn’t much but it was something, Susan decided. She glanced at the watch she wore bound to her wrist by a plain, leather strap. It was a clumsy, sturdy timepiece. Aunt Jessie had given it to her when she was graduated from high school. At the time it had seemed perfect and desirable. How Susan thought it typified all that was poor and mean and shabby in her existence. She looked at the inoffensive watch and hated it. Denise misinterpreted her frown and said, “It’s all right if you have to rush. It must be poisonous to

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have to live on schedule, but I suppose you get used to It.” Susan murmured, ‘Thanks for lunch. It's been nice seeing you.” Denise stopped her. “Just one minute. I wanted to ask you if youd come out next week-end.” m m m SUSAN frankly stared. “The Strinsky's are coming and that | boy who's such a whiz at the piano.; Your young man, I believe.” "Do you mean Ben?” He's not mine,” said Susan, hating herself' for disclaiming him. “Oh. really? I thought that was

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At first he waited tensely the coming of the lions, even though the scent of Numa was an old one. Through a single barred window filtered a little light. These bars were of iron, the first he had seen in- Pal-ul-don, and the whole prison was cunningly contrived. Yet within a few minutes after his incarceration, the ape-man commenced to undertake his release. With an old knife from his pouch, he slowly began to chip and scrape away the stone from about the window’s bars.

“I’m afraid I can’t manage it,” she replied, “My aunt-- —" Denise cut in smoothly. “Oh, I forgot to say that Bobby will be there, of course," she murmured. Susan's thoughts veered. The temptation was enormous. Just to see him again, to touch his hand and hear his voice would be ! heaven. She wavered. “Do come.” Denise said. "I’ll send you a time table. We'll probably go on to the club to dance if the old fogies aren’t hogging the place as usual.” Susan considered. In a lightning flash she decided.

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Each day food and water were slipped quickly beneath a narrow opening. The prisoner began to believe that he was being preserved for something besides lions. Well, if they would hold off but a few days more they could select what fate they would for him. He was confident he would not be there when they arrived to announce it. In the dark of his cell he worked at his seemingly endless chipping and scraping until one night his keen ears detected the coming of footsteps along the corridor without.

It might be her last chance to see Robert before he married this cool, arrogant, little beauty. Does a thirsty man refuse water? Susan was parched and starved for a sight of this boy. She smiled at the other girl. “I should love to come,” she said. What Denise's motives might be Susan could not guess. They didn’t matter, anyhow. The main thing was that she would see Bob Dunbar again. (To Be Continued)

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There were many of them; yet he continued his chipping even as the door shot upward and ten warriors leaped with poised clubs into the chamber. Three of the weapons flew across the room toward a thing that lay in the shadows. Then the flare of a torch revealed that it was but a pile of skins tom from the window. A priest sprang to the demolished window. All but a single bar was gone, and to this one was tied the end of a braided rope fashioned from the leathern window hangings.

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