The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-04-09
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for Mrs. Blanks anniversary. They
busted the big mahogany desks and
turned the loose-leaf calendars
daily.
They called the University Club
to order a table for four, for Tues
day, please, land will you be sure
it's near the Window"
They bought theater tickets for
plays they never were to see, ordered
cameillias for pretty ladies who had
no reason for existence, and made
deposits in bank books of sums that
would have kept them in clothing
throughout their lives.
Susan said to herself that it
wouldn't be so bad if the average
secretary could see herself getting
ahead as a young man might, using
the office as stepping stone to
higher places.
The typical girl worker, however,
poured her energy, her sympathy
and her intelligence into the job
and unless she met with exception
al luck or extraordinary favoritism
she might work ten, fifteen, TWEEN
ty years without any recognition be-
yond the weekly pay envelope whose
sum remained discouragingly small.
CHE was young, she was lonely,
- she was good. Sometimes dur
ing those warm, disturbing summer
nights Susan wondered if it paid.
She wondered if she might not,
some day, answer the invitation in
Jack Warnings eyes. She wondered
if that seat in his sport roadster
might not prove altogether too al
Turing some evening. Susan hoped
not, but she wondered.
The telephone rang one morning
when she was alone in the Office.
"Hullo. Miss Carey?"
The girls heart, for no good rea-
son, began to beat thickly and I'M
comfortably.
This is Bob Dunbar. Be an
angel and have lunch with me. At
l? Righto. How about the Black
stone?"
Susan hung up the receiver with
a gasp. The Blackstone, and she
was wearing her old pink shan
tung! Well, her hat was new. 1t
was little rose pink straw she
had picked up on basement coun-
ter for $3.50. You never would
r,,occoI tho
In a fever of excitement she wait
ed for Pierson to come back to re-
lieve her. With trembling fingers
she pressed the small hat into place.
If only she had known, if only she
had guessed he was going to call
her! She might have had a mani
cure. She might have worn her
more sophisticated blue crepe. She
might have done a thousand things!
Dissatisfied, almost in tears, at
last she picked up her hand bag
and turned to go. Persons whin-
ing voice followed her.
Don't forget to be back by 2
sharp. Mr.. Heath has that cathe-
dral estimate he wants to draw up"
Susan caught her underlip in ner
teeth. Well, that was being q
working girl. She would have to
hurry. No dallying over the coffee
cups for her today.
But the pulse that had been set
drumming in her blood ever since
she had heard Bob Dunbar's voice
over the telephone would not be
stilled.
She walked on air to Michigan
avenue. Despite the fact that the
society editors declared no one
stayed in Chicago for the dog-days
there was, as usual, a well-dressed,
alert-eyed throng of shoppers on the
avenue.
The day was a gift from the gods.
Cool, almost sharp that breeze was
and there were white caps ruffling
the cobalt surface of the INLAND
sea-"
Susan drew great breaths and was
glad to be alive-glad to be on the
sunny side of 20-glad to be meeting
this particular young man.
He came toward her, detaching
himself from the little group in the
lobby, and she felt a lift of the
heart at sight of that tall, we'll
knit figure in its perfectly fitting
gray flannels.
He lifted his hat and that simple
action sent her heart rearing and
plunging like a wild thing.