Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 111, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1933 — Page 13

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BEGIN HFRE TODAY EVE BAYLESS, prtty ***itUnt to Earle BARNES. advertising ir.ir.vgrr ol Bixby * department store, marries DICK RADER, a con-true non superintendent. Dick Is vent to take charge of • construction Job in the Adlrondacks. It will require at least a year to complete but Eve refuses to give up her work and to with him. MONA ALLEN copy writer, dislikes Eve and is constantly causing trouble •' the office She : responsible for •everal mistake > foi which Eve is Blamed. Mox.a is friendly with THERON REECE who continues to force unwelcome attentions on Eve. Unknown to Dick Eve has been playing the stock market, borrowing money from her mother and sister. ARLENE Smith, stenographer at Bixby's, Buys •tock on Eve s advice but loses all her money SAM HOLKHIDOI an advertising man employed by another store, is infatuated with Arlene Eve I* lonely af'*r Dick's departure •he spends an evening with MISS GORDON, the coat buyer, who tells Her •he will regret it if she does not give . Up her Job and go to Dick NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX 'Continued) Eve, setting the table and prer paring the salad while her hostess peeled potatoes and put them on to boil, found herself telling Sadi? Gordon about Mrs. Brooks' old house with its great trees and attractive garden and how Dick had turned its dinginess into beauty with hammer, nails and a paint brush. “I’d hate dreadfully to leave now,” she admitted, “though I thought the place was impossible at first.” “This potato soup is delicious,” she assured her hostess when they Were seated at the cheerful table. Miss Gordon beamed at this praise and gave Eve detailed directions for making the soup. “You can surprise your husband with it some evening,” she said. “Oh, I don’t have much time for cooking.” Eve confessed. “Dick gets j home first—or did when he was here. He usually had dinner nearly ready by the time I reached home. Now that he's gone I suppose I'll eat out most of the time ” "Listen, dearie! It looks to me •s though you’ve picked the world’s wonder for a husband. Not many men would go home at night and cook dinner! Don’t be foolish and let same other girl vamp him away from you. Why don’t you tell Earle Barnes you've got anew job as cook in an Adirondaeks construction camp!" Eve laughed uneasily and changed the subject, but when she returned home that night the apartment seemed unutterably lonely In spite of Its beauty and comfort. She remembered Miss Gordon’s advice. Not that she intended to follow it •-not in the least! How could she leave Bixby’s when the goal she had sought for months seemed in sight? But what if this temporary separation should lead to a permanent .Darting from Dick? He had gone Way so calmly—almost cheerfully. Had he really been glad to go? Eve cried herself to sleep that night and on many other nights to come. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN DICK wrote glowingly of his new work and life in the mountain camp. Fall had definitely arrived now. Eve could picture the brilliant crimsons, golds and russets of the mountain sides. Dick was no poet but each letter wove a spell over Eve. He was a man of the outdoors and delighted in his new surroundings. Eve could picture him, throwing back his shoulders and scanning the blue September sky through the treetops. He had laid out the work soon after his arrival. Foundations of the buildings wer* already being built on both sites. Dick’s office was a crude shack, hastily put together. Later It would be weatherstripped and equipped with a big coal burning stove as protection against the severe winter to come. Already the nghts were cold. With three or four of the others working on the job—the time-keep-er. carpenter foreman and another engineer—Dick boarded at the home of a Mrs. Williams, who lived in Pine Forest, a village four miles from their work. They drove back and forth from the village on a main highway that was excellently paved, though hilly. Once Dick asked Eve to send plm a red sweater to wear In the woods when he went hunting. The game season would soon be open •nd there was a lodge available for week-ends. If Dick missed Eve he did not riy so in his letters. He sent her Is love always and assurance that she was the dearest wife in the World. There were times when Eve felt that she had everything in the world a girl could want. She had an excellent job and seemed on the road to professional success. She had a fine husband and she was sure that through her stock market ventures she would soon achieve wealth. What more was to be desired? Thus she summarized her assets and gave herself a mental pat on the back on the morning after she received Dick's letter asking her to send the sweater. Eve dropped the letter into her purse and a little later went to the men's sportwear department to buy the sweater. While she was completing the purchase a telephone call came for her. Miss Gilday, the switchboard operator, told Sher in a swift, low voice that the Igloan <Sr Stanford Company had been trying to locate her. a a a ‘ EVE felt a premonition of disaster. Her mouth went dry and she looked about quickly. Tfc were clerks and customers near, she told Miss Gildav she would c. and from another telephone. Upstairs in the ladies’ lounge there were booths and direct-line telephones. Eve went into one of these booths and put through the call. "Atlas Coupler has been receding rapidly. Mrs. Rader. - ’ said the vcung man in the brokerage office. ••I'm sorry, but if you wish to protect your interests it will be necessary for you to deposit a substantial sum at once.” ••I see!” gulped Eve. “How much will I need?”

“Why, Id say about S4OO or $500,” the young man told her crisply. “It’s likely that will be an adequate safeguard.” “The market never goes down more than 25 points before advancing. does it?” she asked naively. “It doesn't usually, but of course we can't tell for certain what will happen,” he answered. “I see. 11l bring you a check," Eve promised. She felt she had no alternative, even though she might be violating a trust. Dick had deposited SSOO in a joint account before leaving Lake City. He had impressed upon her the importance of haVing such an emergency fund. “If anything should happen you could draw on it, Eve." he had said. “You might be taken sick and there would be no one to take care of you. I’d want you to go to a hospital and have the best of care instead of lying her alone. And hospitals cost' money J” Now ’ Eve drew S4OO from that fund. The balance she left in the bank to ease her conscience. If she had been disappointed by the calm appearance of the brokerage office in normal times the impression was forever erased from her mind by the picture whic greeted her that autumn day in 1929. Pandemonium reigned. The Sloan and Sanford clientele had lost its air of reserve. Excitement increased as dozens elbowed each other to watch the ticker returns being chalked on the board. Eve was not the only one who had been margining, she could see plainly. In the confused frenzy of that noon hour many persons were making out checks to prevent their holdings from being swept away. a a a SHE returned to the office* utterly unable to concentrate on her work. Fortunately Barnes was away most of the afternoon and the newspapers had been supplied with corrected copy for the next day. The stock edition showed that Atlas Coupler had closed 15 points below yesterday’s final. Eve was agitated and slept very little that night. The morning newspaper featured the activities of the stock market and Eve digested every word. She fetl at a loss to know what to do—had no idea where to seek advice. Barnes was extremely irritable that morning. Arlene, with notebook and pencil, came from his office, scowling fiercely. “The old grouch!” she said. “You’d think he’d lost a million and a quarter on the stock exchange yesterday.” “Maybe he did lose,” nodded Eve. “I feel panicky myself. Not only Atlas Coupler but everything else has taken such a toboggan slide I don’t know what to make of it! I couldn’t stand it to lose all the money I’ve invested. Why—l don’t know what I’d do!” But Eve had to stand It. Later in the day she received another telephone call from Sloan and Sanford for more money to cover her holdings. She told them it was impossible for her to raise more. Then she went limp. “Arlene,” she gasped, “I’m wiped out! Completely. All my money and all I borrowed from my mothe? and Esther and nearly all that Dick left in our emergency fund!” “Don’t take it so hard," comforted Arlene. “I know how you feel.” She was thinking of the little flyer she had taken into the financial world some months before. There was, of course, no upward reaction at all. Eve was to come out of tiie stock crash of 1929 dryeyed and white-lipped, but much wiser than she had been before. There were others, she knew, whose losses were far more serious than her own. She resolved to begin repaying her mother and Esther for their loans. She could send a little money each pay day. And somehow she would have to save S4OO to return to Dick’s emergency fund. a a a ON the following Saturday Mona Allen asked Eve to take dinner with her. "Mrs. Ball Is an excellent cook.” she said, “and there is an interesting group of people at the boarding house.” Eve thought rapidly. Mona would be likely to take a refusal as an affront. And Mona, offended, was altogether too skillful at finding means of retaliation. So Eve accepted the invitation and was surprised to find that more than once in the intervening days she actually looked forward to the approaching Saturday evening. She missed Dick more than she dared admit to herself. Sometimes she thought she had made a mistake in keeping the apartment after he left and wondered if it would not be preferable to live in a boarding house. But the familiar rooms seemed to bring Dick nearer and so Eve stayed on. Often she sat in the big chair that was his favorite and sobbed herself to sleep. Since her loss on the market Eve had been overwhelmed by a sense of failure. “There’s just one thing my remaning pride hangs on," she told herself. “That’s my job! I must make good at Bixby’s. And making good means only one thing to me—getting the managership when Barnes leaves!” Thus it seemed imperative to keep the good will of Mona Allen. (To Be Continued! 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