Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 October 1940 — Page 16

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This Could Be Your Story

' By Marguerite Gahagan

YESTERDAY: At the gambling place, Sue Mary overhears Nick and Vera discussing young Clark. He is deep in debt. Vera has suggested he sell his own property for the airport site. If he does, it will defeat the governor, an old friend of Ross Clark, Sr. Joe tells Sue Mary he 8aw Nick in a picket line atthe plant.

CHAPTER TWENTY SUE MARY felt they were watching her. She felt that Vera watched her at the office, and that Natalie watched her every moment at the apartment. And Joe, too, was watching her. Tomorrow her week of grace would be up and still she had not moved from the apartment, still she had not broken with the YP group. She knew that he would wait for her to call him and say she had broken her word. Joe's word was good. If he promised her to do something he would do it, and he expected Sue Mary to do likewise. She tried not to think of what he would believe. All her promises of love, all her plans for their future—what would he think, what could he think, when he knew she had broken her word? | She had made no move to change the situation of which he so thoroughly disapproved. So she didn’t call him. It was their night to have a date, but she didn’t try .to find him. | And she didn’t hear from him. | Another week went by. The papers carried stories of the airport site committee meeting and promising to have a site selected in a|few days. Campaign ballyhoo was mounting. Governor Miller's forces emphasized the need of keeping in office a man of integrity, a man who had safeguarded the interests of the people in the past; a man who saw the need of national defense, and a man with a sane view of the future, And the party paper continued to tear him down; continued to stress the necessity of putting Fritz King in office: a man who would help the workers; who would not permit the state money to be spent on needless defense expenditures, while the relief budget would be pared, and the capitalists would benefit. Out at the Smithson factory the’ picket line continued to grow. One department had shut down and Gull Plane announced it would have to go behind schedule unless it got parts immediately.

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VERA CONTINUED to go out with Young Ross Clark. Kitty's eyes were continually stormy and her mouth tightened into a red bow as she filed and typed and watched Vera. It was late afternoon when Miss Grant called Sue Mary. “I'm sorry to do this to you at . such an hour,” she apologized. “But Mr. Clark is home. Sick again. Too much worry and work. Anyway, he wants to dictate some notes and he needs some papers and you're the only one I can send. “you'll have to work late, but you can take time off tomorrow. Come. back here tonight and finish the work he gives you and then sleep in tomorrow. Will you do it?” Sue Mary was glad to have to work. It might take her mind off her own problems. “Yes,” she said. “Of course I'll do it, and I really don’t mind.” The big Clark house was quiet. She had a glimpse of the dining room as the butler ushered her to the library where she and Mr. Clark would work. Candle light flickered on the big table throwing shadows

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and a maid in black with a white, starched apron and tiny cap, such as one saw in the movies, was fixing flowers. And in the library, old Ross Clark munched sandwich and sipped a glass of milk. “Indigestion,” he said, grufily, and Sue Mary wondered just how much enjoyment he got from his fortune, when worry and responsibility could make him turn into such a haggard, gray old man. They worked steadily, accomplishing much, until finally he pushed the papers away and sank back in his chair. “We've done a good day's work,” he said. “You're no quitter.” She didn’t know how to answer. As long as. he was impersonal, as her boss, she could meet him, but when he became just a weary, sick, old man, grateful to her for her help, she couldn’t find words. “You know my son?” he demanded. “I've seen him in the office.” “Not often,” he said. “Not our kind, anyway. The new generation. We've slipped up somehow with them. They lack what it takes. They want life the easy way.” He lighted a cigar and seemed to forget her presence. Then he said, “What about that Vera Oliver—the dark-haired one? He sees her, doesn’t he?” Sue Mary caught her breath. She felt a hidden strength, an abrupt awareness in the old man. “I—I believe so.” | “you know so. Everyone .does. He’s ‘a fool. I thought when the Governor appointed him to that airport committee he might settle down. He likes aviation. He can fly a plane. I thought When Russell named him to that board he'd - pe serious. But I don’t know. 1 don’t know—" 2 8 =n

IT WAS THEN that Mrs. Clark came in the room. She was a slight woman, her hair turning gray. «you've worked too hard and much too long, Ross,” she said, smoothing his hair. “You're tired, and this young woman must be tired as well. If youl won't spare ~ yourself you should at least think of others.” Her voice was low and kind. Clark looked at her and smiled. ; “Maybe so, my dear. I guess I have kept. this young lady here too Jong. We'll send her down in the ‘car. I'm afraid some of this work must be done tonight, too.” Sue Mary smiled at them both. «1t’s all right. I knew it had to pe done. Ill rest in the morning.” . «well, I hope someone can rest,” he said, and his wife laughed and took Sue Mary's arm. «The car will be right here, my dear.” She stopped at the table in the big hall and touched a vase roses. “Would you like these?

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Out in the car, speeding back to town, Sue Mary buried her tired face in the fragrance of the flowers. Old Ross Clark, for all his illness and age, knew his son, and she believed, feared what he might do.

Fheyre from my garden.”

But, she told herself, he has no

idea just how far he’ll go, or how easily he can be led—with Vera to do the leading and Nick the suggesting. (To Be Continued)

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