The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-03-30
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CHAPTER ONE
"CUSAN CAREY


The girl looked up to see
the brown eyes of the short
hand teacher fastened on her.
1.-TWO words wrong today.
How ever am I going to teach
you how to spell believe and
necessary ?"
Miss Aliens tone was superior and
cutting, Susan thought. The girl
flushed to the roots of her hair. Oh,
how she hated this business Of
learning TO be stenogrspher! She
never would learn really, she felt
certain Of that.
1t was humiliating beyond belief
to be hailed up before the desk this
way, to be reprimanded. True,
there we're only three other students
within hearing range. The rest sat
huddled around their tables, four
to a group, struggling with n-hooks
and vowel positions and whatnots.
Horrible, horrible, invention, short
hand
Susan said in voice she felt to
be craven and faltering, I'm sorry,
Miss Allen"
The paper was showed across the
desk to her and she accepted it, re-
turning to her table with hot cheeks
and eyes downcast. Helen Marshall,
her nearest neighbor, whispered
softly Don't mind her, the old
cat. She loves to get rise from
any one.
Susan accepted the sympathy with
a faint smile and the endless morn
ing droned on. 1t was May and a
vagrant breeze drifted through the
big windows of the Block Shorthand
school on the eighteenth floor of the
towering new office building on
Michigan avenue. 1t was breeze
from the lake that seemed to say,
Come and sail with me"
Susan thought of Aunt Jessie at
home waiting for her to finish her
shorthand course and start bring
ing something in" Susan WINGED at
the thought of Aunt Jessie staring
angrily through her spectacles on
hearing that Susan couldn't seem
to catch on" to this and n-hook
business.
Aunt Jessie was "awfully strict.
She had been raised in an old
fashioned school and believed all the
old mixims. Spare the rod and
spoil the child" was one of her
favorites. Also, Beauty is only skin
deep" and Handsome is as hand
some does"
Aunt Jessie wanted Susan to be "a
nice, mild girl" She didn't want
her to use lipstick or rouge and she
grumbled even about powder. She
had been known to say two years
before that she'd rather see Susan
dead at her feet than with makeup
on her face.
A LII this was rather hard on Su-
"A san. who was 10, dark and
handsome in a tragic way, rather
after the manner of Joan Craw-
ford's, in their depth and size.
The girls face had the strong,
clear-cut, yet utterly feminine con-
tour OF the motion picture stars.
Susans figure was lovely, too-slim
and nicely curved in the right
places Although how any one could
be expected to look attractive in
Cousin Rue's season before last blue
serge suit Susan didn't know.
The girl tried to be optimistic, but
sometimes, when she went to movies
and saw the adorable gowns the
film stars wore she came home feel
ing cheated. She never could, never
hope to wear anything but a 1895
frock from WeegmanS basement.
Aunt Jessie thought there was no
place like Weegman's basement.
Susan looked up from her reverie
to find the handsome boy at the
next table gazing at her. Odd for
that good-looking, superior chap to
be attending business school!
He was Mister Dunbar" to the
class and Helen had whispered the
day before that he had been at
Harvard, had been dropped, and
that his father was making him
go in for business in a big way"
THE Dunbar Wheel Works, :"
Helen had explained, important be-
cause she knew And Susan had
glanced again at the husky, tall
young man with interest. 1t wasn't
often she had the opportunity to
see such a youth at close range.
All the boys who grew up in Aunt
JeSsie's neighborhood were learning
to be plumbers or driving laundry
wagons or doing something equal
ly exciting. Young Mr. Dunbar
seemed a prince from strange
land. Susan liked to listen to the
rumble of his deep voice when he
read his notes back to the dapper
Miss Allen.
1t seemed family ridiculous that
a young man who had attended
junior proms, who had played foot
ball, and made the college crew
should be tranSlating, your letter
of the ninth instant received and
contents noted" to a shorthand
teacher.
Susan squeezed the tears back and
pretended not to know that Robert
Dunbar was staring at her. Just
the same, his interest made the
girls heart unaccountably lighter
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