The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-09-24
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Il made up my mind before he
It that I couldn't stay in that
ouse. I couldn't tell him because
was counting on the trip so. If
ed known how / felt about 1t, he
couldn't have gone. I wasn't will
ng to stand in Marks wayI"
But don't you see, dear, running
away like this is going to make
srouble?"
Norma's chin lifted but her lips
trembled. Il thought you'd be will
ing to help me, Chris" she said.
Il didn't know you'd feel this way
about It'll"
"See here, infant, of course want
to help you'll I'm just trying to
think what's the best thing to do,
that's all"
Il won't go back to Marks
fathers house. tell you I won't"
.CHR1s sighed. well" she said,
~ that settles thatl AS said,
I don't blame you much. If you
won't go back, think you'd better
go to work.
why didn't you come to my place
last night instead of going to that
rooming placer"
You know you've no room now,
Dorothy's with you"
always have room. We can
double up"
mo. I don't want you to do that.
You see things are different now,
Chris. I've got to stand on my own
feet. 1t helps to tell you about
things, to talk them over and feel
there's one person who understands.
ooh, 1 don't know what I'd do
without you. But I'm not going to
be one more to impose on your gen.
erosity-"
SILLY! Why that's ridiculous!"
maybe. Anyway, that's how I
feel about it. This place I've moved
to is all right. I'll want to see
you often, Chris, but I've paid the
rent for a week and I think I'll
stay there"
"Suit yourself. I suppose you'll
come to dinner some time?"
Love to. Tell me about Dorothy.
What's she like?"
ooh, Dorothy's all right. We don't
pal around the way you and I did,
but she's o. k. as a roommate
Say" Chris dark eyes flashed with
a sudden inspiration. why didn't
| think of it? Why didn't
Think"
Think of what? What are you
talking about?"
"A job for you! Don't know what
it pays, but it would be lot better
than nothing. Dorothy was telling
me about it last night.
"A girl she knows who works for
a literary agent on the same floor
we're on is going to quit Saturday.
Getting married. I don't even re-
member the girls name, though 1
met her once. Lucille something
brother.
"She was going to tell her boss
about it today. It's ten to one they
haven't hired anyone else yet"
What's literary agent? What
kind of a job is it?"
ooh, the job wouldn't be hard.
Just regular Secretarial work.
Stuart is the mans name. Fred
erick Stuart.
People who write articles for
magazines and stories send them
to him. He finds some one to buy
them. Dorothy saws he's one of the
best in the city,"
do you think he'd hire me?"
"Why not? You're good secre-
tary. Here-I tell you what I'll do!
I'll get Dorothy to go in and see
this girl in the morning and if no.
body's taken the job TIL call you
to come right down. How's that?"
Fine. Say, that'll be great,
Chris! couldn't very we'll go to
Brooks and Welliver and ask for a
recommendation when I left them
the way did"
We'll get Lucille to recommend
you personally. She'd do that for
Dorothy, I'm sure"
Ten minutes later they left the
restaurant. Each boarded a differ
ent street car. Chris urged Norma
to spend the evening with her but
the younger girl made excuses.
Il
TT was nearly 8 o'clock when
4 Norma unlocked the door of her
newly rented room. The first flash
OF the electric light was startling.
Everything looked strange and diff
ferent. Shabby in the glow of yell
low lamp light. She closed the door
behind her and took off her hat.