Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 March 1941 — Page 21

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 19, 1941 ABBIE AN' SLATS

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By EDITH ELLINGTON

YESTERDAY: Bee meets Vera and Vera's boy friend, Terry. a photographer, « Dinner is a mixture of spiced foods from The delicatessen, but Bee enjovs it. Later, fdrving the dishes with Terry, the photog rapher tells her But where?” CHAPTER EIGHT STANDING there in the doorway of the closet-kitchenet, with Terry's | shrewd eyes still on her face, | Beatrice thought desperately that it | wasn't fair her adventure should al- | ready be so close to exposure. *“I| haven't been here two hours! Can't | I escape from myself for a little | while? She smiled at Terry. “Occa-| rionally I've been told there's a| fleeting resemblance between my- | self and Carole Lombard Maybe | vou've seen her at one of those hotels. | You look about as much like

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he seemed to dismiss the subject | after that, and Beatrice breathed] more easily | Vera elected to go with him and| help develop the films ‘She can, too,” Toby explained | when they had gone. "Since she's| known him, she's become practically | educated As for me, I'm drooping. | Knocked out. I'm going to bed.” ou n N IT WAS scarcely 8:30, but she! wound up the alarm clock with | determination I need my sleep, so I can go in there tomorrow and | slug away with vim, vigor and| vitality for good old Huntington's. | And maybe, just maybe, I can make | my quota tomorrow.” { “Quota?” “A cute little idea department stores dream up. You've got to sell a certain amount of stuff to justify

vour salary. In the basement accessories it's oniy $108 a day Sim- | BCE Io TE ple! Tf you slug the customers.” | § (Unis ave TO AVOID Beatrice watched Toby wriggle out of her dress. It occurred to her then that she had never really heen intimate with a girl since her | boarding school days. She thought | of the quota, too. How little she| knew of that store, which her| grandfather had founded “If they take me on tomorrow,” she said, “they'll dismiss me the day after I don't know how to persuade people to buy things so 1 can make a quota.” Toby sat on the bed, took off her shoes. “Don't give it a thought. | Huntington's will teach you.” She] peeled off her stockings. “I've got | to wash these The only own.” “Oh! too.”

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after vou ate; and vour stockings, so ey hy Goan ™h ne MOTE | What could she do? If only shed Mercifully, Toby did not stand peen going away on a trip and | over her. ‘talking, as She Struggled| shen simply not boarded the boat | with the SLOCKIMgS ’ WaSigr train! x spreading sheets on the studio|p.,n, oro Hla, Oe ork couch and rummaging in bureau ywoeming that she was back. . > Se o find a pair of pajamas «py telephone Mr. Weeming. I'll tne felt triumphant as she | SY Ive decided to 80 to—to South nung her wet, limp stockings on the MEHL TIL say fm lenin im towel rack beside Toby's. “There! COME back ” I'm not so useless, after all!” \ . y She thought again of that hateful | yes Yat Ras hi She voice in Mr. Curtis Weeming's office SY St: I rIaion on. 3 . and frowned. "The day I walk in dates, the name of some ship. T| and drag that beast’s name from old | Wher ti though. | Weemie will be the happiest day of |, on 1 nn Tin rep mv life!” know enough to get hold of | And then she remembered Clar-|‘veemie. 5 ecumie. Wil tell him I've ence. He must have phoned her at|8one to ith eric. the apartment. Well, that didn't matter. BEATRICE had not been sleepBut how about tomorrow? What Ing more than a few minutes, it would the maids think, when she|seemed, when Toby was shaking didn't appear day after day? Sud-|her. “Heavens, are you one of] dently, a thing she hadn't thought, those people who never hear alarm | of before hit her with all the force /clocks? Get a move on! We'll be]

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> ® =» It was 7:15. Beatrice rubbed her THEY'D NOTIFY Weeming; | heavy eyes. Dawn was a good time “Miss Davenport hasn't been home |to wind up a party, but the thought for several days.” All at once she|of crawling out of bed now made realized the stir it would make. She her ill. For a dizzy moment, too, seemed to see newspaper headlines. | she wasn't fully awake and couldn't “Davenport Heiress Disappears.” remember where she was. Clarence would be wild, searching| “Do you want a job, or don't for her. Once he had asked her|you?” demanded Toby callously. about kidnaping. “In Europe,” he|She was completely dressed, the said, “we always understood that|fat half-moon curl on the back of American heiresses were in constant her head freshly brushed, her lipdanger of being kidnaped for|stick bright. “You've got 10 minransom.” [utes or 1 leave without you.” Shivers of apprehension went up | It all came back to Beatrice, She and down her spine. What an idiot! jumped out of bed, one bare foot Not to have thought of that soon- automatically feeling for the mules er! Beatrice Davenport couldn't that were always placed beside her simply disappear into thin air.|bed. They weren't there, of course, There'd be consternation, turmoil,|She ran to the bathroom. private detectives, all manner off Whe she emerged, Toby had a carryings oni cup of black coffee for her, “That's

all, Vera finished the cake last night.” yy 9» = THEY raced for the subway. On the platform, Toby separated her paper. “Read the want ads. Maybe Huntington's won't hire you.” The ads were bewildering. “Bookkeeper, must have NCR experience.” “Buyer, children's wash dresses.” “Cashier for movie house, must be attractive.” At Times Square, the train disgorged its load of humanity. Like a bewildered sheep, Beatrice clung to Toby. The early morning sunlight of 42d St. was bleak and cold and unfamiliar. The two girls walked rapidly in the stream of people, “like cattle,” Beatrice thought, to Sixth Ave. At the employees’ entrance—“And I never so much as realized there was an employees’ entrance! "—Toby squeezed her hand. “I go this way. You go up those stairs, the personnel office is on the balcony. Remember, be dignified and refined and say you've always loved retail-

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ing. It's your ambition, you're crazy about it, you want to learn even though you've had no experience. For heaven's sake, 100k her in the eye and be so poised it hurts.” Beatrice braced herself. At the open door which bore the letters, “Personnel Office,” she pinned a smile on her lips. They couldn't possibly recognize her, the very thought was fantastic. To this brisk, sharp-eyed woman behind the desk she was only one of hundreds of applicants. She walked up to the desk. “I'm applying for a sales position,” she said levelly. (To Be Continued)

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