Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 81, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 August 1933 — Page 13

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KH.IV 111 HI TODAY EVE BAYLESS pretty **n-*nt to EARLE BARVEY advertising manager of B,*hv store. ecretly marnei DICK RADER, a construction engineer D; - < wards E e to give up *orkin* but Mir refu.-es. The* n-.e (lav F,-< leant* that she 1* to go to New York for the store • n<S mutt lease that r.ighv Dick takes her to the nation but throughout the eeg m N> Ya c *he has no word from him The dits there are busy She mee*s THERON REECE who Is much attraeteri r, , r ar .d she sits IRENE PRENTISS a former schoo.tr.ate who 1* plavlr.g the stock market and advises E'e to do the tame On her re’ irn to Lane City Dick take- Eve *o the fashionable Hotel Miramar wore he has engaged a suite. A* the r.Cire MARYA VLA D fashion •tt Ist. and ARLENE SMITH, stenoger are eager to hear of fti trip. There r, a • ;• e o ov writer. MONA ALLEN who threatens to become a troublemaker NOW f.O ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE 'Continued> Dick returned just then. “The call is for you,' Eve said She went into the bedroom. closing the door behind her. She sat down before the dressing table and busied herself with powder puff and lipstick She could not hear Dicks words but thought she detected deep concern in his voice A moment later he tapped on the door. "Eve,' he said. crossing the room In two strides and reaching for his overcoat., "I've got to go down town Something’s happened on the job. I can't wait to explain—don't know exactly what it's all about yet. I'm sorry!" The words were clipped of! by a hastily closed door. Eve returned to the living room and sat down to awaiit his return. She was going to be reasonable about this she assured herself. It was very strange, though, to say the least. Why should that woman have called? If anything really had happened conected with his work, surely the watchman or one of the other men connected with the construction project would have telephoned. Two hours passed, three hours—nd still Dick did not return Neither did he telephone. Eve slipped ofT her velvet frock and hung it- away. Mechanically, she applied cleansing cream to her face and removed the make-up. She was furious. By now she was convinced that Dick was trying to teach her a lesson. He was showing her what she had shown him—that work comes first and a honeymoon second. Eve was hungry, too. Shp had had nothing to eat since breakfast, but she resisted her desire to order a tray of food sent up to the room She went to bed at last and lay there, sleepless. That woman! Eve could still hear the low. distressed voice. Was she. perhaps, someone who had been of importance in Dick's life; someone to whom he was still of first importance? CHAPTER SIX IT was nearly time for Eve to start to the ofTice when Dick returned next morning. All her nnger and suspicion were lost, in concern when she saw him. She ran to him contritely and clung to him. "Oh, Dick, what happened?” she cried. His clothes were grimy and ruined. His shoulders sagged with weariness. "Somebody tried to wreck the foundation.” he explained briefly. “Used a Crude bomb.” Eve's eves widened. ‘ Racketeers?’' she asked. "I don’t think so. A man was fired last week—a sullen, spiteful chap. He’s the one they're hunting for. We worked all night trying to get at the bottom of the mischief and trying to estimate the damage. How about some breakfast?” Solicitously. Eve started the hot r ater running in the tub for Dick’s bath and ordered breakfast sent up. Over their coffee Dick told her of the night's work and she learned, among other things, that the woman who had telephoned the night before was Mrs. Hall, who owned a barbecue stand across the street She had overheard con-

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versation which led her to suspect trouble. "I should have called you.” Dick said regretfully. "But things were in such a mess and by the time 1 could get around to It, it was long past midnight and I hoped you were asleep. You see, we had to make sure there was nothing more that could cause damage.” "But you might have been hurt!” Eve was remembering that while Dick was risking his life in the interests of his employers, she had been doubting him She must make up to him—never hurt him by letting him know. a a a EVE reached the office half an hour late She hoped this tardiness would not come to Mr Bixby's notice. He always was al his desk early and expected everyone else to be prompt. On Eve's desk—the desk that had been Alice Marshall's—was a note which read: Memo to Miss Bay less from Mr Barnes: “After you correct proofs of today's ad. please see Miss McElroy and get details for Basement hat sale Tuesday Select six or eight hats for sketching. Make 3-col. layout for Press and 2-col. for Times and write copy and heads to fit. See layout on my desk for depth of ad and approximate size of cut. "Send proof of your column In today's Press to Mr. Bixby for his O. K." a a a read this through a second time. Basement hats! Well, they were starting her at the bottom, literally. She had taken It for granted that there would be anew girl to fill the place made vacant by her promotion. Anew girl to write relatively unimportant bits of copy and do the errands that could not be trusted to Charles, the office boy. But there was no time to waste on injured feelings. Two messenger boys entered at that moment, both in great haste. "Anything for the Times?” asked one of them. Eve went into Barnes’ office to see. There was a manilla envelope on his desk marked. "Times—Classified.” The boy snatched it from her hand and was off. Eve turned to the other lad. "Anybody here by the name of Miss Eve Bayless?" he inquired. He carried a box from a florist’s shop. Flowers! Eve wondered if Earle Barnes could have sent them in honor of her promotion. Perhaps even Mr. Bixby.- There were six yellow rosebuds, long-stemmed with glossy, deep green leaves. The card in the tiny envelope read, "Love from Dick.” Eve brushed one of the fragrant buds with her lips and with a topaz bar pin fastened it below the collar of her frock. The other five buds she arranged in a pottery vase that she kept on her desk. Arlene Smith and Marya Vlad entered the office together. Arlene was modern, inclined to be slangy. She wore the extremes in fashion and wore them well. Her dark eyes were shaded by an intriguing long black fringe and her soft black hair was kept sleek through weekly visits to the beauty shop. Marya was a pVetty young Bohemian girl whose fair hair was parted above a broad white forehead and whose gentle dignity gave evidence of the careful training to which her old-world mother held firmly. a a a THE girls showered Eve with questions about her trip to New York and exclaimed rapturously over thp gifts she had brought them—a dram of jasmine perfume in a crystal bottle for Marya and a new lipstick for Arlene. Eve corrected the proofs and sent them to the buyers of the departments represented for their approval. Then she went to the basement hat shop to discuss tomorrow's sale. She jotted down descriptions and prices and selected several hats for sketching. “Please send these up at once." she said. "Miss Vlad wants them right away.” "I'm sorry but I haven’t any one to send now,” Janet McElroy replied crisply. "All the girls on the floor are busy and there isn't an errand boy In sight. I'd bring them up myself but I have to go to the receiving room to look over anew shipment that Just came in.” Eve stacked the hats into an unwieldy pyramid and carried them to the office herself via the freight elevator. She regarded this task as beneath the dignity of her position and did not wish to be seen by anyone she knew. The buyers, she suspected, did not feel about this as she did. One of them was likely to appear in the advertising office at any time with a great armful of new merchandise. Even Mr, Bixby could be seen at times balancing a stack of bandboxes or carrying an evening gown over his arm. Mr. Bixby believed firmly in the dignity of any useful, honest labor. At staff meetings he frequently enlarged on that theme. a a a EVE entered the office and dropped the hats on a table near Marya’s drawing board. A girl she had never seen was sitting at her desk—the desk that had been Alice Marshall's. A small, blond girl with round, blue eyes. "This is Miss Allen. Miss Bayless.” Marya said. "She's going to have your old place.” Eve smiled and offered her hand. “How do you do. Miss Allen. I hope you will like it here as much as the rest of us do.” Languidly, the young woman withdrew a limp hand from Eve's friendly clasp. "Oh. I know I'm going to adore it here” she drawled, taking Eve's measure with a hostility that she scarcely took the trouble to veil. Eve brought a layout sheet, a ruler, sharpened pencil and a piece of art gum to the desk where the new girl was seated. Mona Allen made no move to vacate her plaee. iTo Re Continued)

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