The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-04-07
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ALL this was rather hard on SUI
"A san who was ~, dark and hand
some in q tragic way, rather after
tho manner OF Joan Crawford. Her
eyes were said to be like La Craw-
ford's, in their depth and size. The
girls face had the strong. clear-cut,
yet utterly feminine contour Of the
motion picture stars. Susan's figure
was lovely. too-slim and nicely
curved in the right places. Al
though how anyone could be ex-
pected TO look attractive in Cousin
Rue's ACKNOWLEDGMENT blue serge
suit Susan didn't know.
The girl had tried to be optimis-
tic but sometimes when she went
to movies and saw the adorable
gowns the film stars wore she came
- homo feeling cheated. She could
never, never hope to wear anything
but = 1896 frock from Weegman's
basement. Aunt Jessie thought
there was no place like Weegman's
basement.
Susan looked up from her rev.
erie 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. It wasn't
often she had the opportunity to
see such a youth at close range.
All tho boys who grew up in Aunt
Jessie's neighborhood were learn
ing to be plumbers or driving laun-
dry wagons or doing something
equally exciting. Young Mr.. Dun
bar seemed q 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. It seemed family ri
diculous that a young man who
had attended junior proms. who
had played football and made the
college crew should be translating,
"Your letter Of the ninth instant re-
ceived and contents noted" to
shorthand teacher.
Susan squeezed the tears back,
and pretended not to know that
Mr.. Robert Dunbar was staring at
her. Just the same, his interest
made the girls heart unaccountably,
lighter. She set to work again with
the pot-hooks and dots. She would
conque. this wretched book! She
would!
When she went home that eve
ming she was able for the first time
to endure without hinching tho
packed street car with its swaying
mass Of sticky. tired humanity. The
car ploughed west, stopping at al
most every corner. swaying, jerk
Ing, changing. But Susan hardly
noticed. She was absorbed in q
dream Of her own-a dream In
which tall, fair. rudy young man
with enormous blue eyes played
the hero's part.
Aunt Jessie spoke to her twice
at supper before Susan looked up
guiltily.
II didn't hear what you said"
she stammered.
A UNIT JESSIE looked annoyed.
- Prim she was, so odd, her gray
hair done pompadour in the fash.
ion Of her vanished youth.
Don't see how your mind can
ever be on your work, the way you
dawdle at things" Aunt Jessie said
sharply. II asked you il you want.
ed some more potatoes"
Susan shook her head dreamily.
Nothing but . shadow, anyway.
that's what you are" scolded Aunt
Jessie. "You girls nowadays and
your dieting-!"
Susan looked down at her slim
] curves and laughed. No need for
her to diet. She weighed 118
pounds. She was tall. too. and
that helped. It was best to be tall
this year Of trailing skirts and
what the magazines called "the ro-
mantle frock." Not that Susan
owned any such! Her best frock
was the last years organdie that
Aunt Jessie had let down. It had
been Susan's class day dress. It
was pink and had q hugo bertha
collar. Susan adored It. It was the
nearest thing to q sure-enough
party dress she had ever owned.
After she had helped Aunt Jessie
with the dishes the girl Jew to her
room to see il the pink frock had
been ironed. Aunt Jessie had
promised to have it ready.
But no. there was no pink dream
OF = dress hanging In the narrow
little closet. Susan's heart sank.
Mary Ruth 0'Hara was to call for
her at eight and here 1t was half
past seven already.
She called down the narrow pas
sage. "Yoo-hoo, Aunt Jessie! I
cant find my organdie any place.