The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-28
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SUSAN CAREY, an orphan
who lives with her AUNT JES-
SIZE on Chicago's west side, fin
fshes her course at business
school where she has met BOB
DUNBAR, son OF q millionaire.
She secures temporary work as
secretary to ERNEST HEATH,
prominent architect. Susan has q
moody young admircr In the mere
son OF BEN LAMPMAN, who Is
musical and gains Aunt Jessie's
grudging approval. RAY F'LAN-
merry who works In the office
across the hail. is an amusing,
slangy girl and is friendly. Susan
Is almost in tears one day trying
to copy q letter i'm an old-fash-
Toned letter press when JACK
WARING, Heath's assistant, APP
pears and helps her. He Is fiirt-
atiOus man and Susan has to re-
pei his advances. Heath thinks
she is encouraging Warning and is
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CHAPTER TX
Susan came out of Ernest Heath's
Office shaken but serene. The
dreaded interview was over and
with it had gone her sense of
wrathful shame. Jack Waring had
apologized manfully, had taken the
entire blame for the awkward
scene.
All Mr. Heath had said to Susan
was, "Waring has explained he was
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won't happen again."
He had directed a cold, angry
glance at the younger man. Warning,
who evidently enjoyed the playing
OF this particular role, had made
a gallant little gesture of defeat
and accepted his dismissal with
dramatically bowed head.
That's all, Miss Carey" Heath
had concluded, And now will you
take letter, please" It had been
as simple as that!
Nothing, Susan felt. would
surprise her after the events of
this altogether surprising day.
Over and over again on the way
home in a street car teeming with
hot humanity she rehearsed the
little scene. She could not help ad-
uniting that Warning had behaved
rather well. But of course it had
been his own fault, she assured
herself.
Her cheeks burned at the mem
DRY.
What did you say, Aunt Jessie?"
Susan asked absently as the ac-
cepted from her aunt's gnarled
hand the plate heaped with potato
salad and cold ham.
Her aunt snapped, IT said that
young fellow called twice tonight
just before you got into the house
and said he'd be out around eight"
what young fellow?" Susan
said, startled out of her daze.
Primly Aunt Jessie replied, "Mr
Lampman, of course"
Susan stared. "And you said
you told him it would be all right?"
Aunt Jessie shifted. II did," she
said fatty. ~
Susan could scarcely believe her
soring a young man was too pre-
posterous. Il wish you hadn't"
She demurred. I'm tired and look
a wreck and besides he bores me to
tears
HE is a very nice young man."
Aunt Jessie said levelly. II think
TIE least you can do is show your
manners when he takes such an
interest"
Susan's curiosity was piqued.
How do you know he's nice?" she
asked.
Aunt Jessie tossed her head. II
forgot to tell you he came over the
other night when you were at
Roses and we had real nice visit.
I declare, i don't know when I've
met such a steady-going, sensible
boy"
Susan lowered her lids to con-
ceal the imp Of mischief dancing in
her eyes. She was annoyed, none
the less. Wasn't it just like Aunt
Jessie, she thought, to sponsor Ben?
The heat had been increasing all
day so that now, in the stiffness OF
early evening, 1t seemed actually
uncomfortable. Susan had looked for
ward to lazy evening after the
supper dishes were done. She
wanted to lounge on the tiny back
porch In the fewest garments pos
sible. That pleasant plan she now
must abandon.
YEARLY she dried cups and plates
and knives and spoons. In silence
she dawdled to her room. She hated
the thought of entertaining the
moody young man Aunt Jessie had
chosen for her to smile upon! She
could not, this once. fathom her
aunts motives. Usually Aunt Jes-
sic Stunned the bare notion OF a
sutton for Susan.
The girl strained back her curls.
creamed and splashed and rinsed
her face. She bathed and got into
fresh clothing. In spite of herself
and her almost sullen determine
ton not to feel better, Susan's spir-
its began imperceptibly to rise. She
felt a sense Of elation as she sur
veyed herself In the spotted, an
cient glass of the oak dresser in her
room. A fitful breeze, tiny and yet
undeniably breeze, swung her win
dow curtains. 1t was good to be
alive, to be cool and rested after
the dreadful day. she decided.
Her mood changed. Why should
MT she, after all, be nice to Ben
Lampman? Ray Flannery took
every masculine sigh and glance as
tribute. Probably Ray was right.
Susan had noticed before this that
the elusive attribute, charm. usual
" surrounded those lucky girls
who were said by their mates to be
popular"
Popular! That terrific and over
whelming word on which the desti-
MES of the young so often hung.
Susan wanted to be popular, didn't
she?
Well, then, why not begin by
taking as gift of the gods the
admiration of Ben Lampman?
Life was so strange, Susan re-
Elected, as she set the wave in her
hair with abstracted but skiilful
fingers. Six months before she
would have crowded with delight at
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