The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-25
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 SUSAN CAREY, an orphan, lives with her AUNT JESSIE on
 Chicago's west side and studies stenography at a downtown bus-
 one day with ROBERT DUNBAR
 millionatre's son who Is learning
 business methods at the same
 school. Dunbar is handsome and
 amusing and Susan likes him.
 BEN LAMPMAN a moody young
 musician, takes her to the movies
 one night and QuarreIs with her.
 She resolves not to see him again.
 Seeking 0 job, Susan has an un-
 pleasant experience with Q would
 be employer but is comfOrted when she confides her troubles to
 young Dunbar.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER VI
 There was no denying that Su- san was in the black books of the autocrat, Mir Claude Block. The owner and president of Chicago's s most modern school of business. had not deigned to notice the girl since the unfortunate afternoon when she had had to 'rep4lse the unwelcome attentions of the loath- some manager of the Meio Iron Manufacturing Company.
 Susan felt decidedly aggrieved. It was certainly not fair of MT Block to behave asthough the fault had been hers. Decidedly 1t had not been but Mir Block was accts- toned as he so often and tiresome- ly said to having his pupils stand and deliver" He chose to ignore the fact that Petterman had been responsible for what had. happen ed. In his mind, Petterman was a prospective employer only. Mir Block implied that the fault must have been Susan's.
 So she sat, forlorn and ignored, while other less promising young women were dispatched to answer calls for stenographers.
 The day came, however when date in the advanced class. MT moned her and said in a cold, re- mote voice. Ernest Heath," the architect, wants a temporary sec- ASSGAJs 0O ofCA bhOAO hhu oCC what you can do."
 Hit biting tone suggested that Susan could do nothing at all and she flushed at the implication. However. as she took the card bearing the address and turned to go. Mir Block relented and called after her, Good luck to you.''
 Susan, surprised, slammed her thanks and fled.
 She was relieved to find that the office she sought was on the twelfth floor of a new and shining building. The marble corridors and glittering elevators seemed to her hitting trappings for this world of great affairs she hoped to enter
 ''Mr Heath?''
 Her own voice sounded much too loud to Susan in the cubby- hole of the outer office. Her feet sank into the dove gray carpet. The walnut desk bore a blue blot ter and smoke colored curtains hung at windows framing a view of the lake.
 A spare, smartly dressed man about 45 stood in the doorway of 8 larger glass partioned room bearing the word Private" on the dcor. He eyed Susan appraising- ly and nodded.
 Come in. Sit down. HI. Pier son!" he called to someone unseen. Firing a notebook and let-Miss- er-try her hand at dictation."
 A colorless young man with a bookkeeper's green eyeshade dis figuring his brow came in. and put down a book and some freshly sharpened pencils. Susan stiffened herself. The ordeal was about to begin.
 When Heath had finished rap- ping out in crisp phrases several highly technical paragraphs in which the words 'studding" and ''fenestration'' recurred. Susan was shown to a typewriter, given paper and carbon sheets. and told to Ego ahead"
 She thought Mir Heath rather terrifying but on the whole kindly, and then forgot about him entire ly during the absorbed 15 min utes in which she transcribed her difficult notes.
 She hoped no one was watching her as she destroyed one virgin sheet and began another. Looking up suddenly she was annoyed to see the moody young man of the eye-shade gazing at her curiosly from the high stool on which he perched behind partition, Strangely enough, this surveillance put her on her mettle instead of making her more nervous ana the second transcript of the letterSeem ed to her perfect.
 Modestly she braved the fastness of MT Heath's private office, and laid the sheet down before him. He read 1t once and then again without comment.
 Susan faltered, Its all right, I hope" :.
 Keen gray eyes surveyed her. A {. clipped voice said to her infinite relief: Seems to be. You'll do. l think. First girl we've had in here in a week who could spell"
 Susan felt as though a crown had been bestowed upon her. She drew a long breath.
 MT Heath went on to ask her to be there at g tomorrow. Twenty a week was the salary and he didn't know when Miss O'ConLen would be back. She was i'll. Susan un- derstood, didn't she that the posi- tion was temporary?
 Susan murmured Yes ana