Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 262, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 March 1933 — Page 9

MARCH 13, 1933.

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Rt.GIN HERE TODAY •TANKT HIM. brveics h*r .>n(fH(?emfnt With ROLF CARLYLE *ft*r leurning he hiu been going out with BETTY KENDALL. a society girl and niece of a member of the company for which he Work*. Janet I* secretary to BRUCE HAMILTON. advertising manager of Every Home magazine, and Rolf Is employed In an ndvertlMng office Janet s' ill is much in love with Roil, but he has declared ah( engagement didn't "mean anything" , 14 accused her of not really wanting *> rfia‘ him because she tiv luted on tioMponmg the marriage until they had •ated some money. Janet i* lonely and unhappy. One nigh' Oil a Street car she meets JEFFREY GRANT, young engineer who recently has moved to the rooming hou*e where she lives A few nights later MOLI.TE LAMBERT, who lives across the hall, persuades Janet to come on a blind date Mollie R o-ort s AI, BCHILDHER and Janet s Is FRANK MULLINS, a business acquaintance of Al *. They go out to dinner Janet decides Mullins has been drinking and is embarrassed by hi.', attention* Due to hi* awkardness while dancing she jolts against another couple, looks up to see it is Rolf Carlvle and Betty Kendall, ' NO\V GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER FIFTEEN ( Continued) "All right.,” Mullins agreed, but the agreement was half-hearted. Slowly they made their way among the other dancers, Mullins continuing his surly protests that "no guy could bump into his girl and get away with it.” Janet sank into the chair with relief. She closed her eyes and then an instant later opened them. Everything about her was just as it had been. The room was like a nightmare. Mullins held a silver cigaret case toward her. “Have one?” he offered. She shook her head and he helped . himself to a cigaret, lighted it. “Listen, baby,” he suggested, “why don’t you and I have a little drink together? I’ve got some swell stuff. It’ll rio you good!” Janet smiled. She didn’t know’ quite how she managed it, but she said evenly, “No, thanks. I—l don’t like it just now. But have it yourself if you’d like it.” Mullins eyed her dobtfully. “But this is good stuff!” he insisted. “Aw, come on, baby! Don’t be like that!" tt a tt HE went on talking, but she . didn’t hear him. Across the room two figures—a man and a girl —wore silhouetted sharply. They were dancing together slowly, gracefully. Janet, watching them, caught her breath. She didn't want to look at the two figures, but she couldn't help herself. The man’s head was bent forward slightly and the girl was smiling up at him. She was not very tall. She was slender, but not too slender. Her white dress was one of the few evening gowns in the room, a strikingly simple dress that rippled to the floor and was untrimmed, except for a splash of crimson at the waist. The ivory whiteness of the satin was in perfect contrast with her dark hair and vivid coloring. A pretty girl—oh, yes, a very pretty girl. Only a girl w r ho was happy, sure of herself and sure of that happiness, could smile with such twinkling gaiety! It was the first opportunity Janet had had to see Betty Kendall close at hand, and now that she was here in the same room w’ith her, she really could not see her. The pain stabbing at Janet’s heart brought a mist before her eyes. She was aware only that this other girl was dancing with Rolf Carlyle, that she was beautiful and wore lovely clothes, and that Rolf was looking at her in a way that said as plainly as words could, “1 love you.” Only Rolf had danced that way with Janet— She turned quickly, blinked away the hot tears that were so perilously near. She must not look at Rolf again, she told herself. She must not let him know, not let any one in the world know about that pain in her heart! “I won’t!” she told herself sharply. “I won’t watch him dancing with her and making love to her!” It was a foolish resolution because the picture of Rolf Carlyle—suave and handsome in his dinner clothes —was engraved indelibly in Janet’s memory. All at once she became aware that Frank Mullins was saying something, that he had asked a question and was waiting for her to answer it. She hadn't the faintest idea what he had been talking about. “I’m sorry,” Janet apologized. “I'm afraid I wasn’t listening ” " “I said,’ Mullins began pompously. “that a little drink will do you good. Do us both good. Here—■—” a tt a HE was reaching toward a pocket to produce the flask when suddenly the music stopped and the dancers returned to their seats. Mullins paused, glancing about him. In the next moment Mollie and All Schildner were beside them, flushed and smiling. Mollie swept into her chair with a sigh. “Why, I thought you two were dancing!” she said. “Say, it's a crime to waste swell music like that.” “We were,” Janet explained, “but the floor was so crowded I thought I’d i._ier not dance.” The other girl gave her a quick glance. "What's the matter, Janet?” she asked in a different tone. “You look sort of pale. Don’t you feel well?” Janet caught at the suggestion. “It’s—just a headache.” she said. “Would you mind if I don't go on to the theater with you? I hate to leave the party, but I know I'd feel better at home. “You mustn't come with me—not any of you. Please don't! It some one will call a cab for me I'll just - say good night ” There were objections. They’d all go with her, Al said. He’d go Tor the car right now. Well, then. Alullins would go. It ended finally as Janet wished. Jtlollie Lambert, reading something V, the other girl's eye, zntled that. "I hate to have you leave, honey.” Ihe said, “but of course if you think you’ll feel better at home, that's the thing to do. And if you'd really rather go alone, that's for you to say. “Come on, boys, let's all scram. Hie show begins at 8:30 and if we §r>n't start we ll miss the first part.’’

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Janet never in her life had been more grateful to any one than whenas she was getting into the taxicab, Mollie caught her hand and squeezed it. “Good-night, honey,” Mollie said, “I hope you’ll feel lots better.” She didn’t say anything more, but Janet understood. Mollie, too, had seen Rolf Carlyle dancing with Betty Kendall. “I'm sure I will!” Janet assured them. “Good-night.” She did feel better, too, even though an hour later her pillow was wet with tears. a a SEVERAL days passed before Janet saw Mollie again and when they met little was said about the dinner at Reigals’. Frank Mullins returned to Spruce City. Through he telephoned Janet twice, she avoided another meeting. Once she was not at home when he called and the second time she was leaving to attend a lecture with Pauline Hayden. It was a lecture by a famous explqrer. Someone had given Pauline the tickets and Janet was glad to be invited. Instead of cooking dinner at home, she had dropped into the habit of eating down town with Pauline or one of the other girls. She liked Pauline better than the others because she never asked questions. All of the girls at the office had known of Janet’s engagement. They knew, too, that Rolf wasn’t coming to the Every Home office any longer, that he didn’t wait for Janet now or meet her at the drug, store corner. Such gossip flies quickly in an office the size of the Every Home establishment. Janet overheard Clara Dennison telling two other stenographers that it was all over town that Rolf was going to marry “a swell society girl.” She knew tiie girls whispered other things about herself and Rolf, too. Determinedly Janet tried to conceal her unhappiness. She tried to forget by working harder, by going for long walks, by taking books from the circulating library. She enrolled at the Y. W. C. A. for a class in beginning French. Still she could not forget Rolf. She couldn’t even hate him. She left the office one evening in late March, stepping out into a drizzling rain. It was cold, too. Janet raised hre umbrella, drew her coat closely about her neck. At the street corner she hesitated. She wasn’t thinking about the rain or the cold wind. She was thinking that she was utterly miserable. “I can’t go on this way!” Janet told herself desperately. “I can’t! Something’s got to happen!” And, sure enough, only a little later that evening, something did. CHAPTER SIXTEEN nnHE wind whipped Janet’s coat •*- back and the rain struck her face. It w’as more like sleet than rain. She had to hold the umbrella tgihtly to keep it erect. A dark, wet, thoroughly disagreeable evening. Still Janet stood there, hesitating. Which w r ay should she go? The sensible answ’er, of course, W’ould be down Center street to the car line two blocks away. A stormy night, such as this, was one to spend at home. She could buy some food at the corner delicatessen, heat it cn the gas stove and have dinner in her room. Afterward there W’as Ithe book she had brought home from the library and barely glanced at. Or she could go down and join the bridge game sure to be in progress in Mrs. Snyder's living room. Yes. that was w’hat she should do—and no sooner had Janet made this decision than she knew she would do nothing of the kind. Center street, leading to the car line, was lighted brightly and ahead three or four pedestrians office workers, no doubt, delayed and now hurrying to catch the next car—could be seen. (To Be Continued)

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