Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 255, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 March 1933 — Page 11

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BEGIN HI RF TODAY JANET HIU, and ROLF CARLYLE La\r boon fneaitrri nlmr,' - a year. Thav hava p U ( n ft -hair marriage because Janet Uim-'s they must have SSOO in a tarings arrount flrvt Rolf enjoys soendlnn money and the Jug.d economy nerer ary to sav* this amount is <ii■ t,■ -eful to him. Janet vorlts a* secretary to BRUCE HAMILTON. advertl'ing t anager of Every Home Maga/.ne. and Rolf Is employed • t an advert ing ayencv. Janet, deeply in Jove is not suspicious hen Rolf begins to make excuses for _ no) con . to her One n.ght he “ i with her. MOLLIE LAMBERT, who lives across the hall, te; Janet she has seen Rolf entering a theater with another girl. Janet meets Rolf nest dav after work and tells him vhat Mollle has said Rolf becomes a- grt sav their ej.gageTtiei.- is meanlngle-' and that If Jane! really wanted to rnarrv him "he would | have dot,e :o long ago. They- ouarrel. Janet Is miserable now i.o ov with rm: mory CHAPTER SEVEN (Continued! She raised the cup of coffee to lior lips and drank some. It. was cold and tasted bitter. /t il you don't like it. I can Ret • ftu something else,” the waitress' volunteered. ‘'No. It's all right.” A few minutes atcr Janet paid her check and went out into. the street. She had not, been in the i restaurant more than twenty min- i utes, but in that time night had de- j scended. - j The street was as dark as it would he hours later. It was cold, too. Janet pulled her coat collar more | do ely about her throat. There, almost where she was standing, was the place Rolf had stood. It was there he had said those terrible things. “You don't J f ant to marry me. You care more lor your job! We’d never make a go of it ” There were no tears in Janet’s ryes now but her hand rose as though to brush away the memory of that scene. She had said terrible things, too. She had told Rolf she never wanted to see him again. She had said •she wouldn't marry him. Well, he had gone. Their engagement was ended. It was all over. Everything! She walked to the corner, turned Into Center avenue and headed toward the safety zone where the street cars stopped. She had almost, reached it when she paused. "Janet,” she heard someone call- , ing. “Oh, Janet !” CHAPTER EIGHT THE voice was a man's, but Janet knew before she turned that, it was not Rolf’s. She looked back and saw Howard Cressy hurrying toward her. Cressy, promotion director at the Every Home office, was as usual smiling too broadly. Janet would have avoided him anywhere. The man seemed absolutely snub-proof. A doz,en times she had refused his invitations and still he persisted in cjffering them. Tonight, when she wanted more than anything to be alone, meeting Howard Cressy was too much! “Hello, Janet,” he cried. “Going home? If you'll walk a block to the garage where I keep my car, I’ll drive you out.” The street car had halted. Its doors slid back and the men and women waiting pushed forward. Janet told herself she had to board that street car. Cressy was beside her now. “I I'm sorry," the girl began, “but I'm afraid I can't wait. Some other time —” She mounted the car step. Over one shoulder she looked back and called, “Thanks just the same.” The young man stood or the curb and watched the car disappear. Janet, did not see him. She found asseat, sank into it, and turned her lace to the window pane. It was as much as she could do to shut out the sight of the other passengers, to protect herself from staring, curious glances. The street car jolted on its way. It passed the business district. Now it was moving along a street where 1 the only buildings were low. dark, deserted looking—that least desirable section of Lancaster, known as •'the flats.” Janet pressed nearer to the window. The blackness outside was

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I no more dismal than her own heart, no more hopeless than the future I that seemed to stretch ahead. Everything she had counted on was gone. All the happiness she I had planned—all her dreams. She and Rolf were not going to be mar- ; riecJ. They were not engaged any 1 more. Rolf didn't love her. He had as much as said so. Oh, how could iit all have happened? How could such things be true? The whole day had been miserable. but she never had imagined anything so terrible as this. She remembered how insistent she had on seeing Rolf. All day long she had assured herself that as soon as she saw him and talked with him everything would be right again. Why had she telephoned? Why had she urged him to meet her? If she hadn't done that this terrible thing couldn’t have happened. She pressed her two hands together until they hurt. She must not give way before these other people. The car jogged along, stopping, starting. The forty-minute ride had never seemed so long, but at last it came to an end. Janet hurried up the walk, let herself quietly into the rooming house. She was glad she did not meet any one in the hall. Without stoping to see if there were more letters or a message, she ran up the single flight of stairs. Then at last—the blessed sanctuary of her own room! Janet entered, closed the door behind her and turned the key. Without turning on the light she flung herself face down on the bed and let the tears come. a a a THERE were times during the days that followed when Janet was able, by means of frequently rehearsed reassurances, to convince herself that it was only a matter of time until she would hear from Rolf. He would telephone, she told herself. He would ask in an apologetic voice when he could come to see her. Each time she answered the ringing telephone her heart quickned hopefully. Once when she said, “Mr. Hamilton’s office” in the pleasant lodpitched tone that had become mechanical her pulse pounded a sharp tatoo as the voice at the other end of the wire replied, “This is the Acme Advertising Agency.” But it was only Jim McPhail, one j of Rolf’s employers, who wanted to talk to Mr. Hamilton about an advertising contract. Then there were times when her mood shifted sharply. She would be as sure that Rolf had taken her at her word, that he never would come back, as she had been before that he would call. Utterly despa ring, she saw’ the days stretching ahead, each more ! gloomy than the one before. She was so unhappy she could think of nothing else. Work became a routine that was somehow’ lived through. Over and over she reviewed that : brief meeting, repeating to herself ! all that Rolf had said, all that she i had said. There were so many things she wanted to know. Who was the girl he had taken to the theater? How’ long had he known her? Was he really in love W’ith her? He might have explained if she had given him a chance, but she had not. Recalling the hot-tempered words she had used, Janet felt an impulse to telephone to tell Rolf that she : hadn’t meant those things. She could not quite bring herself to do that. She was listless, preoccupied, and when she went to meals she scarcely ate. Evenings she spent at home. When one of the girls at the office invited her to a birthday party, she pleaded an aching head. She said the same thing when Mrs. Snyder asked her to come down stairs and play bridge. The excuse wasn’t entirely untruthful. Part of the time Janet’s head did ache. It came from sleepless nights, from failure to eat I properly. a a a TUESDAY morning Six days since she had seen Rolf—Janet, | sitting at her desk, stopped typing for a few’ moments and put one | hand to her forehead. It w’as aching fearfully. She | closed her eyes and opened them almost immediately. She saw that Bruce Hamilton j was watching her. ’“Aren’t you : feeling well. Miss Hill?” he asked. “It’s nothing. Just a headache.” “Then you'd better do something about it. Take the rest of the day off.” “Oh, no. Mr. Hamtilon. That’s not j necessary.” “Take the rest of the day off,” Ihe repeated. “Better see a doctor. Allen's a good one. Over in the i Phoenix building.” His manner | was that of an executive giving | instructions he expected to be iobeyed. "You're to see Dr. Allen,” he told her crisply. “You had a headache the other day, too, didn't you? That's bad business. Don't come back tomorrow unless Allen says you should. “An office is no place for sick people. Can't do their work—make mistakes. It isn’t efficient and it isn't businesslike.” Janet did as she was told. She put on her coat and hat and walked to the Phoenix building. There the young woman in Dr. Allen's office her the doctor could see her in half an hour. It was longer than that, but Janet didn't mind. The session with Dr. Allen concluded with the state- : nient that there was nothing wrong organically. The doctor out- | lined a nourishing diet. He advised plenty of sleep, plenty of lresh air and exercise. He said Janet had a tendency toward an ailment common among young wom- . en who spent their days in offices—nervous exhaustion. Rest was the best remedy. Rest and exercise out , of doors. (To B Continued.)

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