The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-03-04
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THERE were times during the
4 days that followed when Janet
was able, by means Of frequently
rehearsed reassurances, to convince
herself that it was only a matter
Of time until she would hear from
Rolf.
He would telephone, she told
herself. He would ask in an apollo
getic voice when lie could come to
see her. Each time she answered
the ringing telephone her heart
quickned hopefully.
once when she said, "Mr. Hamil-
tons Office" in the pleasant LODI
pitched tone that had become me-
chanical her pulse pounded sharp
tattoo as the voice at the other end
of the wire replied, This is the
Acme Advertising Agency"
But it was only jim McPhail, one
Of Rolls employers, who wanted to
talk to Mr.. Hamilton about an ad-
Vertising contract.
Then there were times when her
mood shifted sharply. She would
be as sure that Rolf had taken her
at her word, that he never would
come back, as she had been before
that he would call.
Utterly desparing, she saw the
days stretching ahead, each more
gloomy than the one before. She was
so unhappy she could think of Moth
ing else. Work became a routine
that was somehow lived through.
Over and over she reviewed that
brief meeting, repeating to herself
all that Rolf had said, all that she
had said. There were so many
things she wanted to know.
Who was the girl he had taken to
the theater? How long had he
known her? Was he really in love
with her?
He might have explained If she
had given him a chance, but she
had not.
Recalling the hot-tempered words
she had used, Janet felt an impulse
to telephone to tell Rolf that she
hadn't meant those things. She could
not quite bring herself to do that
She was listless, preoccupied, and
when she went to meals she scarcely
ate. Evenings she spent at home.
When one of the girls at the office
invited her to birthday party, she
pleaded an aching head. She said
the same thing when Mrs. Snyder
asked her to come down stairs and
play bridge.
The excuse wasn't entirely I'M
truthful. Part of the time Janet's
head did ache. 1t came from sIeep-
less nights, from failure to eat
properly.
THURSDAY morning SIX DAYS
Il since she had seen RoIf-Janet.
sitting at her desk, stopped tipping
for a few moments and put one
hand to her forehead.
1t was aching fearfulIy. She
closed her eyes and opened them
almost Immediately.
She saw that Bruce Hamilton
was watching her. Aren't you
feeling well, Miss HIP" he asked.
It's nothing. Just headache. "
Then you'd better do something
about it. Take the rest of the day
of"
"Oh, no, Mr.. Hamilton. That's not
necessary"
Take the rest of the day Off"
he repeated Better see a doctor.
Aliens a good one. Over in the
Phoenix building" His manner
was that of an executive giving
instructions he expected to be
obeyed
you're to see DR.. Allen" he told
her crisply. You had a headache
the other day, too, didn't you?
That's bad business. Don't come
back tomorrow unless Allen says
you should.
AN Office is no place for sick
people. Can't do their work-make
mistakes. It isn't efficient and it
isn't busineSslike."
Janet did as she was told. She
put on her coat and hat and walked
to the Phoenix building. There the
young woman in DR.. Aliens office
told her the doctor could see her
in half an hour.
1t was longer than that, but ia
net didn't mind. The session with
DR.. Allen concluded with the state
ment that there was nothing
wrong organically. The doctor out
lined a nouriShing diet.
He advised plenty of sleep plenty
of fresh air and exercise. He said
Janet had a tendency toward an
ailment common among young wom-
en- who spent their days in Offices
nervous exhaustion. Rest was the
best remedy. Rest and exercise out
Of doors.