Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 76, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 August 1933 — Page 15

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Blf.lN 111 KI TOO %V ICVE B4TLSSK prxv ,v :!Vr Jr. il-.f advert. s>;r,B efT.re ts B vfc% - depart;.’.en* .'ore *erre:;y ma-ne* DICK PAI)Kr a rortatruction xnf i:\*er The nrarrinte taxes place hurried.v d’l'ir.g noon lunch hour nick **nU Eve to (£!■' .p oriel g bt;f rhe ref .'.e. Eve 1 •mhitious and kr.- ■ v she . heir.* eon entered for *he Job of ass.stan* to FAriLE BARNKS. advertising manager at B i*bv % 1. -e r tha' ame dav Eve leorns that *!." •• receive 'he pr n.vt.or The first of her res r. :•(** Is to rr.ak* a tt.-P to N*-> York to mee* FUFDA CAB- - the d-e- ... e: [• is 'ere .;.:v tor Eve o iewe lake C.f, that high* She rushe* hoc.' to pa- * a traveling Bag CHAPTER ONE 'Continued* EVE recalled how .she had started at Bixby's. De rmined to get n focithold as a ropv writer, she had made the rounds of all the agencies and all the stores in Lake C.‘y before she reached Bixby'' The fact tha* no one needed a beginner and frankly told h<r so. had not discouraged her. but merely put her on her mettle. Then sne did what she considered a darind preposterous thing Site went to Bixby's. most exclusive store of a:’, and beg ed Earle B trnes. the advertising manage r to give her a trial "Never mind discussing salary now." he had said. * Let me work tw > weeks Then give me whi • v u think I m worth " And that ;* tut* ge;-.: lonian. who prid.-d himself on h. hrewdness in Judging an applicant \ character and ability, had told her to go a!, ad. ' But remember." he earned her, 1 job Tit ere isn t an opening here at pr' ent You'll have to mak-* a place for yourself. Browse around here and there in the store. If you ee merchandise that looks to you like new write about it. If you make go,*! •" And Eve had made good Now Barnes was demonstraMng his faith in her ability by giving her a column in Bixby's daily advertisement to fill with chatty comment on the fashions, new merchandise and the like. And to give the column an impressive start, Eve was to have a week in New York. Two days with Freda Carter, the dress buyer, on her wav home from Paris with trunk- filled with gowns from the Rue de la Paix, and the rest of the week to look about for herself. Ev< s heart should sing, she told herself, instead of lying like a lump of lead and interfering with her breathing. Her heart should sing because she was Dick's wife. But this evening—the evening of their wedding -she was going to New York without him. And Dick had not yet been told that she was going. It was 5:40 that evening before Eve, almost breathless, with haste and excitement, emerged from Bixby's. Dick was waning. There was something almost pathetic about i hi* way she approached him. "Oh, Dick, I've kept you waiting!" she cried, penitent, as she slipped hexarm through his. And something reassuring, protecting, in his answer that he would always be waiting for her. The November day had turned stormy and Eve brushed the snow from Dicks shoulders as they reached his roadster How handsome ho looked in his new navyblue camel's hair overcoat. There was an air of unassuming prosperity about him. Dick tucked her iti, pressed her hand and closed the door. When he slipped behind the wheel and started the motor. Eve leaned over and kissed him. With a quick look to see that no one was near. Dick gathered her in his arms for a brief instant and as quickly let her go. She would tell him now. Might as well have it over. o a a “T"\ICK." she began, "I have M.J something very, very- important to tell you." Better wait till we get out of this traffic," he warned. "Well have a lot to talk over then.” And Eve was glad for the delay. It was not going to be easy to tell him. They followed the boulevard out toward the Heights. Dick driving at the rate of twenty-five miles an hour to keep with the green

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lights and avoid abrupt stopping on the slippery asphalt. Eve was sick with worry. She snuggled as closely as she dared to Dick's arm. Happy?" he asked. ' You know I am," she told him and managed to smile. They drove to Mission Inn for •heir wedding dinner. Eve was glad that Dick had selected this charming place. The evergreens outside the imposing, tile-roofed stucco building were mantled with Christ-mas-like whiteness. Inside, soft organ music came from the chapel. At their table—a small one set for two—the southern California influence for which Mission Inn had been named was even more in evidence A starred ceiling of heavenly blue shut out the winter night and storm. Wisteria trailed along the eaves and hung in purple clusters. Brilliantly colored parakeets looked saucily at the diners from their ringed parches near the fountain. Here was a Bmon tree in a green tub and there an orange tree or an oleander The air was fragrant with fX' tic blossoms. On a wrought iron balcony above sat a senorita in yellow. wearing a black lace mantilla and a red rose in her hair. She was picking out soft melodies on a golden harp. Dick had reserved the table and ordered the dinner Excited and worried as she was. Eve reaiiz and she •vas hungry. She remember* and now that she had eaten nothing since breakfast. She sipp'd the mushroom soup, with its unusual piquancy of flavor, for which the inn was famous and ate with relish the baked squab which was another specialty of thr* place. When the dessert arrived frozen cream molded in !he form of mission bells—she looked thoughtfully across the table at Dick. • Our wedding bells, Dick." she smiled wistfully. ' I like it this way,” she said. Without all the fuss and excitement. Just we two in a world by ourselves." By ourselves . . . by ourselves,” Eve murmured- Then .die took the plunge. ' Darling.' she began, "I've been trying to tell you for an hour. I—nothing has ever been so hard for me! I can scarcely begin—but would you feel dreadfully if I had to leave you?" a a a CHAPTER TWO DICK looked puzzled. "Leave me?" he repeated. "I don't understand. What in the world are you trying to tell me. sweetheart?" Well—," Eve hesitated. “You know I told you that Alice Marshall is leaving Bixby's to open an office of her own and that I might have a chance to take her place? And 1 you know how hard I've worked for a promotion—" Yes. Well?” Dick's voice didn't seem quite natural. It sounded a i trifle grim. His gray eyes were sober, waiting. “Well, Alice is going very soon. Sooner than Mr. Barnes expected. He called me into his office early this morning and told me I had a chance for thp position. Ifo said he and Mr. Bixby would decide about it this afternoon. "And," Eve nervously took a sip of hot coffee "he said this morning that if they decided I could have the job I was to leave for New York tonight. I was afraid to tell them this is our wedding day. I never would have got the promotion then." Dick, white-faced, waited. She looked at him pleadingly, but he did not help her. She must hurry' | on. Time pressed. ; "Well, darling. I hoped against hope. I wanted the position and I wanted you. And as long as we had planned to be married this noon I | couldn't bear to spoil our wedding. And I didn't know for sure until the middle of the afternoon that the job is mine and that I'm to leave j tonight for New York." ITo Be Continued)

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The men grouped themselves around Jean in protective attitudes. Parker sat quietly on top of the man. now completely hidden by a canvas. Still all was quiet—the men holding their defensive positions. There was a sudden swishing stir in the bushes.

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But no man has p issed here—*e should have seen him.” said Jean Holt repeated this sentence in Swahili to the chief, who accepted the explanation He returned to his tribe and they melted into the night as mysteriously as they came. Jean was first to speak.

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