Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 26, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 June 1926 — Page 20

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"Binsiiess 'Kisses^ By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

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READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two beautiful young sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Flossie works in the filing department of the Dexter Automobile Company. Mar.v Rose is ftecretair to the sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and i9 in love with him. Manners, however, is engaged to DORIS HINIG. Mary Rose discovers that, Flossie has been going on long drives with HILARY H. DEXTER, president of the Dexter Company, and that he has been giving lier valuable presents. When she orders Flossie to return the presents. Flossie .threatens to leave home and go to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. But Flossie insists that she and Dexter are only friends, later admitting that he is in love with her. One night DR. TOM FITZROY, who is in love with Mary Rose, takes her out for dinner to a restaurant in the country. Mary Rose sees Dexter s car in the vard. and. afraid that Flossie Is with him. phones her mother to ask it Flossie is at home. But she isn t. sod MRS. MIDDLETON doesn't know where she is. Worried, Mary Rose returns to the table ?o finish dinner with Tom before starting home. While they sit there. Tom asks Mary Rose to marry him. and tries to make love to her. And when she rebuffs him. he tells her he feels sure she is in love with another man. She confesses that she is Ana Tom asks who the man is. Mary Rose avoids answering. While Tom goes out to put side curtains on his car. because it is raining, a drunken stranger tries, to force Mary Rose to dance with him. Tom rettums. chases tho stranger witn o rmi** tVrpfit °* pr t leave. / NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY • Halfway down the narrow hall,Mary Rose suddenly came to a stop. She seized Tom by the aim. "Lasten!” she said in a hissing whisper. ‘‘Did you hear that?” Tom shook his head. “I didn’t

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hear anything,” he answered after a moment. “What did you think you heard?” “Flossie’s voice,” the girl answered tremulously. Her eyes were fixed on the door of one of the private dining-rooms. “Oh, fiddlesticks! You’re imagining things, Mary Rose, because you are tired and nervous. Come along.’’ They had reached the swinging door that opened into the yard when she suddenly stopped again. Under the dim light that hung there Tom saw that her face was very white. “No,” she said, “I’m going back. I know I heard Flossie's voice in that room. I'm sure she’s in there.” To.m put his arm around her and drew her out into the rainy darkness. “Honey, you're crazy. What would Flossie be doing out here in this dump?-” he asked, almost lifting her into his car. ‘‘You’ll see, she’ll be safe at home in bed when you get there.” He jumped into the seat beside her. “Wait a minute!” Mary Rose’s voice was sharp. She leaned forward, trying to pierce the darkness with her eyes. She rubbed the windshield with her hand. “Tom, I want you to gar over to the cprner of the yard and see if there s a big Dexter Eight standing there. Will you?’* she asked. “I'll drive around that way ongpur way out,” Tom answered, ®nd started his motor. “But what’s the big idea?” The Dexter (vas still standing in its shadowy corner, its wet blue sides and nickel trimmings gleaming in the glow from Tom's headlights. Rose drew in her breath quickly as she saw it. “Tom,” she said, “That car belongs to Hilary Dexter.” “Well, what of it?” Tom's tone was impatient. He wanted to get away from the Pepper Pot, and out on the lonely road, where he could talk in peace, to Mary Rose. “He has a right to come here, hasn't he?” “Thave an idea that Flossie came out here in that car,” the girl’s voice went on unsteadily. “I thought I heard her voice in one of those little dining rooms off the hall — and now I’m sure of It. Tom, I’m going back to get her!” She opened the door of the car and jumped out. Tom followed her into the inn. They stood there in the narrow, dimly lighted hall, straining their ears for a sound. From one of the little roo/ns there came a steady hum of voices. Then a girl’s high laughter. A waiter came down the hall, carrying a bowl of cracked ice. He disappeared. Then there was silence. “I don’t know how you’d find Flossie, e_yen if you were sure she was here,” Tom whispered in Mary Rose’s ear. “You couldn’t knock on all these doors and ask for her—” He stopped abruptly as a wild shriek of laughter rose in the room nearest them. Then came the sound of a girl’s high voice saying, shrilly: “And what time does the big red car Leave for Oshkosh?” Then more laughter. Mary Rose turned. to Tom and shook him by both of his shoulders. “Did you hear that?,” she asked with a sort of sob. “It is Flossie! She’s in that room!” With a single movement’ she reached the door, pushed it open and stood on the threshold. Three people sitting at the table looked up at her with startled eyes—Alice James, Mr. Dexter and a man whom Mary Rose had never seen before. “Where's—?” she began; and just then her eyes fell upon Flossie. She was lying back in a big wicker chair in. one corner of the room, fanning herself with a folded newspaper. Her eyes were closed and her face was ashen. “Is she sick?” Mary Rose looked past the two men and spoke to Alice James. “Is Flossie sick?” “I’ll say she’s sick!” she answered carelessly. “She almost parsed out of the -picture a while ago, but she’s better now. Well, it's not my fault! I told her not to touch that crab meat salad. Didn’t I boys?” Hilary Dexter and the unknown man had risen td their feet. They didn’t seem to know what to do—whether to go or stay. Mary Rose met the eyes of the president of the Dexter Company squarely. Then her glance swept the table. It was littered with bits of food, empty glasses and ginger ale bottifi?. A gold vanity case marked the place where Flossie had been sitting. Just then Flossie opened her eyes and saw Mary Rose. “Rosey,” she paid in a high unnatural voice, “take me home. I’m so sick I could die!” • * * CHAPTER VII Mary Rose went to her then, put her arms around her, and smoothed -he little gold purls back from her forehead. Under her hand it was cold and damp with perspiration. All the anger she had felt toward Flossie went out of her, as the little sister looked up at her with half-shut eyes. “Sick, darling?” she whispered. Flossie groaned. "Take me back to dear old Dixie,” she muttered. At that Alice James gave a short, hysterical giggle. “That’s the wav she’s been talking for half an hour,” she said joyfully. “‘She’s out of her head, if you ask me! But who’d have thought that one little glass of cider would have done this to her? Mmm?” Mary Rose turned to the two men, who sat at the table as motionless as if they been turped to stone. “What did you give her to drink?” she asked slKirply. Hilary EWxter tossed his handsome head, with its mane of irongray hair. “They had some stuff here that they said was hard cider from last fall,’’ he said stiffly. “We all had some of it. It didn't make any of the rest of us sick. I think she must have a touch of ptomaine poisoning from the crab meat salad —” “Ptomaine pois.oning? Not on your

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ballroom suit,” Flossie began, trying to pull herself up fnto a siting posture. She put her hand to hear heart with a serearh of agony. “O-ooh!—l’m dying!” She iell back into Mary Rose’s arms, moaning. Her face seemed to have turned the palest shade of green, and little beads of sweat sprinkled her upper lip. With a flourish of her short skirts, Alice James rushed to the door and opened it. “Tom! Tom Fitzroy!” she called, "Come here quick! Flossie’s dying!” Mary Rose agreed with her. The girl in her arms seemed to be dead already. Mary Rose-, felt her hands. They were cold. The world seemed to whirl around her, and a singing sound rang in her ears. Then she felt Tom’s hand under her elbow. "Steady on, old girl,” h *said in her ear. With quick deft movements, he pulled aside the little jersey blouse that Flossie wore, and listened to her heart. "She’s not dead,” he announced, straightening up. "My bag. Quick! It's in tha.Mr.” Mary Rose ran out into the wind and rain to his roadster. Yes, the bag was there, under the seat! When she got back to the little stuffy room, Flossie was moaning and twisting in her pain, as Tom bent over her. He opened the bag and took out a- bottle of white pills. “It’s acute indigestion,” he told Mary Rose shortly. "See if you can get a bowl of hot water, somewhere and some mustard. And step lively.” Mary Rose stepped. She fairly ran across the main dining room where the crowd still sat, smoking and,

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drinking at the little white fables. In the kitchen beyond a fat, aproned woman was slicing cold chicken at a big table just inside the swinging doors. She looked up in astonishment, her knife poised in mid-air, as the girl entered breathlessly. “Please give me some hot water, quick!” Mary Rose cried. “My sister's terribly sick out here. Oh! And some mustard, too! Dry mustard!” She flung a quarter down on the table and rushed uaway. As she entered the little hall that led to the private dining rooms she could hear Flossie screaming once more. Dreadful, jerky shrieks—as if the pain made her catch her breath. Tom snatched the bowl of hot water, and mixed some of the mustard in it. He slipped an arm under Flossie's shoulders, and held the bowl to her white lips. But she moaned and turned away her head. "Hold her head, Mary Rose! She's got to drink this —” Mary Rose took the fluffy blond head between her hands, and held it firmly while Tom made her drink every drop of ehe mustard water. Someone knocked on the door, and Alice James flew to open it. The proprietor, a stout greasy little man with black mustache, stood “frowning at them. "What's all the row about?” he asked angrily. He stopped short as he caught sight of Flossie, stretched out in the wicker chair. A look of alarm overspread his fdt face. ‘‘Lady sick?” he asked, and as if In answer Flossie screamed piercingly again. “Oh, I’m dying! I'm dying!

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O-o-oh! O-oh!" Her moans were terrible. “Look here, you've got to get her out of here. She's ruining my night’s business with her yelling,” the proprietor said. "All those people out there—he nodded toward the main dining room—all those people come here f%r a good time, and then hear sounds like somebody dying! You’ve got to get her out of here right away. Y’ understand?” "She's too sick to be moved,” Tom answered, as if that settled the matter once and for all. “I'm sorry, but I guess you’ll have to put up with her screams—l'm a doctor, and I wouldn’t take a chance on moving her while she's like this.” Mary Rose saw the look of fear that passed over Hilary Dexter’s face as Tom spoke. He got up at once, and gripped the table to steady himself “Maybe* we’d all better clear out,” he said, and began tc move toward the door. The other man rose, too. “Well, I should g;ay we had! I’ve been thinking that for the last fifteen minutes!” little Alice remarked shrilly. "Suppose Flossie dies out here. There’ll be a fine scandal, and your names’ll be dragged into it. Both of you married men too!” At her words Mr. Dexter's expression became more hang dog than before. if that was possible. "After all, we can't do' her any good, staying here,” he muttered. “And if she should die, we sure get all messed up in the nev.spapers." He looked at Tom. "Just how sick is fche, doctor?” he asked. Tom gave him a look that was full of quiet contempt before he am

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swered. “She’s mighty sick.” He nodded his head. “You know, yourself. what a tricky thing acute indigestion is. Sometimes people get over it in an hour or two, and sometimes the heart give out just like that!” He snapped his fingers. Hilary Dexter looked down at Flossie. Her lips were gray and puffy, and through them her breath came in little moans. She was the color of death, itself. “If I were you, Mr. Dexter, I wouldn’t hang around much longer. I’d beat it.” Alice said in her shrill downright way. She turned to the unknown man. “You’d better go, too, Georgy.” t “Oh, me—l’irt gone! My name's Walker this minute,” he said, and went. Dexter started to follow him, but Tom stopped him with a word. “Wait!” His tone was a command. “How did Flossie get out here? Who brought her to this dump?” Dexter ran one hand through his thick gray hair. “She came out in my car with —all of us.” he muttered. “But —but for lord’s sake, don’t drag me into it! Why t I’ve a wife and children, man!” And with a look of utter panic on his face, he left the inn. (To -Be Continued) IT WILL BE BIG FOURTH Jill Times Sorcial MIDDLEBORO, Mass., June 11.—• For the first time in eleven years years residents of Middleboro will be able to buy their firecrackers here instead of driving to neighboring tnwns

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