The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-09
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CHAPTER TWO

TO did not realize until afterward
~ that she and Bret had walked
for hours along the campus paths
that night. They had walked for
the most part in silence for there
we're no words adequate to express
their feelings. Both had looked for
ward TO this last night together,
and they had planned to use it for
arranging that magic week at Placid
Beach. Neither had talked very
much about the proposed days to-
gether at the beach resort, for they
were saving it as something to take
away the hurt Of leaving each other
on this last week Of school.
Although Bret would have life
guard duties at Placid Beach. they
had planned mornings together,
dreaming on the white sands; and
they would have had the evenings,
dancing to the rhythm Of the best
orchestra in the whole state.
But suddenly that magic week in
midsummer was gone. If 10 found
a Job she would be unlikely to get
time of very sOOn-and even if she
we're successful in obtaining weeks
leave she couldn't afford Placid
Beach.
So she walked beside the silent
Bret. wishing they could forget
Placid Beach: wishing, indeed, they
had never planned to be together
there.
Once or twice she attempted some
gay. irrelevant comment calculated
to stir their moods into something
lighter-but it was no use. Her mind
was too filled with conflicting
thoughts, with half-formed plans
for tomorrow, with a haunting re-
greet at leaving Bret Paul and this
pleasant campus so finally.
And even after their long walk,
and she had left Bret with the
promise she would see him before
he left for Placid Beach, she could
not sleep. She tossed fltfully all
the night, and once Tubby
came anXiously to the side of JOS
bed to ask if she were i'll.
THE alarm clock which 10 had
L set for $50 never had the
chance to get in its insistent signal
for shortly after she reached out
and pressed the little lever down
to silent" A moment later she
arose YEARLY and sought the show
er. The frigid needles of spray re-
vived her somewhat, and by the
time she had donned her jaunty
tweed suit, blue hat, and a pair Of
sensible brogueS, she felt more ready
to do battle with the world.
Just how to go about attacking
the world-which happened to be
extremely lethargic at that hour Of
the morning-Jo Darien had not
the slightest idea. L suppose" she
thought. that you buy a paper and
look at the want ads"
She remembered suddenly that
this would be the last day the sor-
GRITTY house would be open. She
would have to find a new abode,
and after a moments study she re-
membered the Fendale apartments.
10 and her mother had stayed there
on previous visits from Weston.
The kitchenet apartments were
small, but reasonable. Hastily 10
grabbed a pencil and scrubbed a
note for Tubby:
please have my trunk and bags
sent to the Fendale apartments, and
Ill expect a visit from you before
you finally get packed and out of
town! I'm off after that job. Wish
me luck!-Jo."
After a last look in the mirror
she hurried out of the house and
down toward the University Inn.
There, over a meager breakfast Of
orange juice, toast and coffee, she
scanned the newspaper columns
headed Help Wanted: Female.
Borrowing a pencil from the sleepy
eyed young man behind the counter
she marked the advertisements
which seemed within the realm of
possibility, and in another five
minutes she was on a street car
headed downtown.
DUT at noon She sat at another
ID counter, in a section Of the city
wholly unfamiliar TO her; and she