Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 June 1926 — Page 8
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ut), ° W° w Business Hisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”
The names in this story are purely nctitloas and are not to be taken as re/errms to any particular person place or firm
REAP THIS FIRST _ FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two sisters, the daughters ol a widowed mother. Both of them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Flossie, a beauty, helps to keep the files. Mary Rose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS, the sales-manager with whom she is deeply in love. Manners, however, is engaged to DORIS HLNIG. Mary Rose discovers that Flossie has been going on long drives with the president of the company. HILARY DEXTER Dexter is a married man, and the lather of grown daughters. When Mary Rose orders Flossie to return some valuable presents that Dexter has given her, and never to go out with him again she threatens to go to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. One night when the girls mother. MRS. MIDDLETON thinks that Flossie is spending the evening with SAM JESst'tj vho is Mr. Dexters secretary, Mary Rose and DR TOM FITZROY find her in a private dining-room ol a country inn. With her are Alice James, Mr. Dexter, and another man who they call “George.” , .. , , She is deathly sick with an attack or acute indigestion. Tom brings her through it. while the two men sneak away, tearful lest Flossie die and they be. dragged into a scandal. That night Tom asks Flossie to marry him and she refuses, admitting that she is m love with another man. Tom ears that nothing in the world can stop him from having her. He kisses her and goes. A half hour later-the phone rings, and she runs downstairs to answer it. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER IX Tom Fitzroy’s voice came to her ear when she lifted the receiver. “Mary Rose?” What in the world could Tom want, calling her at this hour of the night? And only a few minutes after he had left her, too. “I—l j-just want to say I’m sorry I kissed you a while ago,” he answered her unspoken question. "You didn’t want me to, and I'm sorry I did.” She frowned In the darkness. "Tom Fitzroy!” she said, lips close to the mouthpiece. “Did you get me ’way downstairs In the middle of the night, just to tell me that?’’ In the pause that followed she could hear him breathe. Then his voice again: “Listen, Mary Rose, I’ve got to talk to you now. Tonight You wait there for five minutes! I’m coming back!” “Toni! Tom, listen! Are you there?” There was no answer, but she knew he was listening. She went on: “Tom, if you -come to this house tonight, I’ll never speak to you again! Talk about scandal! Why, ; it's almost 3 o’clock!” “Yes, I guess it is,” he answered, “I must be losing my mind —I never thought of the time. Well, I’ll call for you tomorrow. Goodnight. They rang off. “Crazy boy!” Mary Rose said to herself, as she climbed the stairs. But she smiled at her reflection in the mirror of the old dresser, as she brushed her hair. ...It was comforting, somehow, to know that even if John Manners didn’t find her attractive, Tom Fitzroy did. It was nico to know that even if she became an old maid, it would be, because she wanted to be an 61d maid! And not because she had to be one! She smiled again as she lay down to sleep away the three hours of darkness that remained of the night. We are never so brave and carefree again as we are in our early l wen ties. The passing years give us many a jolt and hang. And by the time we’re fbG ty or forty, we learn to be wary of pain. But twenty takes a mortal blow, lifts its head —and laughs. And so it was with Mary Rose Middleton, when she awoke the next morning, fresh as a daisy. Her heart was as full of hope and happiness as a robin that sang, somewhere in the neighborhood, as if there was nothing in the world but sunshine and springtime. "Suppose he is engaged? What of it!” she said to herself, thinking of John Manners as soon as she opened her eyes. “He’s not married to Doris Hinig yet, and he may never bo! There's m.-ny a slip—” She sprang out of bed as some distant bells rang at six o’clock. She bathed and dressed, making herself as lovely as possible for Jobn Manners’ eyes that day. Sbe was as careful about the brushing of her satiny hair as Flossie
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always was about hers. She polished her nails and rubbed some of Flossie's “Heart of Dove” perfume on her soft skin. - From the bottom drawer of the old dresser she took a pair of black chiffon stockings and pulled them on. Swung a triple strand of imitation pearls around her neck and stood back from the mirror to see the effect. All her life she had scorned girls who “dolled up” for work as if they were getting ready to go to a party. Hut now, for the first time since she had left business-college, her job was not the biggest thing in Mary Rose Middleton’s life.. A man was—and she was dressing herself, not for work but for him. For John Manners! “What are you getting all fussed up for?” a sleepy voice came from the bed. Flossie had awakened and was sitting up rubbing her eyes. “Oh, gee! But I’m tired,” she went on, “I’m not going to work today—that’s a cinch . . My tummy feels like a bomb, getting ready to explode.’* Mary Rose raised her eyebrows “Os course, it's none of mv business what you do, Floss,” she said very quietly, “but if I were you I'd go to work today, if I had to crawl there on my hands and knees. You weren’t there yesterday, either.... And it seems so unfair to lie down on the job, just because you happen to he a pretty girl, and Mr. Dexter had a soft spot in his neart for you—” “Oh, blah!” snapped Flossie. “A gipl’s a fool not to use her looks to make life easy for her, if she can. If I were old and ugly like Miss MaeFarlane, I’d know I had to work like mad to hold my job. But I don’t have to —thank fortune!” She held up the little finger of her right hand, and wagged it at her sister. “I can wind Hilary Dexter right around my little finger,” she calmly, “And if I asked for Miss’ MacFarlane’s job I’d get it tomorrow —and two or three assistants to go with it. There’s nothing in the world !>ex wouldn’t do for me, if I asked him to —” Maty Rose looked at her coldly. The look that a thoroughly good woman has for one who isn’t quite so good. “Just how far has this affair between you and Mr. Dexter gone, Flossie?” she asked. “You don’t let him make love to you, do you?” Flossie sat up in bed and ran her hands through her gleaming curls so that they stood up in sunshiny tendrils all over her little head. She laughed hysterically. “Well, I haven’t let him kiss me—yet,” she said, “if that’s what you mean. I’m not such an simp as all I keep letting him think that I’m going to let him. But I never do. See? That’s my system.” To Mary Rose It seemed a shameful system. The friendship between her sister and Hilary Dexter struck her as shameful and shocking. “And what about Sam Jessup?” she asked, as Flossie put her little bare feet out on the shabby rug, and stood up, stretching. "Even if Mr. Dexter seems to have forgotten that ’ he has a wife, you might at least remember that you’re going to marry Sam.” “Oh, Sam!” Flossie wrinkled her little nose with scorn. "I’m not so sure that I’m going to marry Sam Jessup at all. if you want to know! —. He’s always going to be poor. And I’m terribly tired of being poor!” She wailed as she went on: "Just look around you at this house, Mary Rose. This awful room —” Her ice-blue eyes swept It disdainfully. They scorned the ingrain carper. the cheap wall paper, the dim mirror of the old walnut dresser. "I don’t see anything the matter with this room, or with the rest of the house,” Mary Rose answered ! sensibly. "It’s not a palace, but at 1 least we own it.” ' “And what kind of a time do I have, slaving for nothing a week?” Flossie cried, paying no attention to her. "And then you begrudge me 1 the few little parties I do have —” “I do not!” Mary Rose contradicted sharply, “but I think i you’re a little fool to have them with | Mr. Dexter!...A girl has nothing to gain, and everything to lose when she runs around with a married man. He may play around with her, and make her think she's the candy ! kid. But in his own mind, his wife comes first every time. Can’t you see that, Flossie?” Flossie put her little bare feet into her bedroom slippers, and threw her kimono around her shoulders. “I can see that I'd be a fool to marry Stm Jessup, and slave for him all the rest of my life in a twoI room flat, somewhere!” she said. “No matter how much I loved him.. Love, Mary Rose! I’m getting to the point where I think love is the bunk!”
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But even this talk with Flossie couldn't dispel Mary Rose's shining mood. She walked to work, arid her spirits flew with the silvery clouds that floated high over the town. When she went in to John Manners’ office with the 9 o’clock letters he was struck by the shining look in her face. ‘‘What a beauty she is!” he told himself, for the first time in all the many, many months that Mary Rose had worked for him. tie had always thought of her as being a. nice little thing, and pleasant to look at. But love had given her the final touch of radiance and color that means beauty. She knew that he was looking at her, and her heart fluttered. But her eyes veiled by their thick black dashes, were on the sky-line across the street. “Bit jove, I’ll bet she’s in love with that fellow w ho called her up yesterday afternoon!” he said to himself, watching that dreamy look. It never occurred to him that, he himself might be the cause of it. And that is how he happened to make the mistake that changed the whole , current of his life and of the life of Mary Rose Middleton. ‘“You like your work here, Miss •Middleton?” he asked. "You aren't thinking of getting married right away.” Mary Rose shook her glossy, blaclf head. “No, I’m not to be married.” she answered, “And I like my work, very much—” An imp of mischief shone in her eyes, but she was deadly serious when she went on: “But I hear that you’re going to be married, Mr. Manners?”
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She hoped wildly that Miss MacFarlane had been wrong, and that he was not going to be married to Doris Hinig. “Me?—Oh. yes—” he began vaguely, although there was nothing mo-e than a half-understanding between him and Doris. And then he stopped. Partly because he rarely talked about himself. “And anyway," he thought, “she’s not interested in me and my affairs. She's in love with that fellow who called her yesterday. You can tell that just by looking at her.” A knock came at the door. * “Mr. Dexter would like to see Miss Middleton.” Sam Jessup said politely. and Mary Rose followed him upstairs. The president of the Dexter company did not smile nor did he get up to greet her when she came in. “Morning, Miss Middleton.” he said shortly. “I wanted to say just a word to you about last night. You know, you’re never to mention it to anyone. You understand that, don’t you?” Mary Rose lifted her small white chin proudly. • “I understand perfectly, Mr. Dexter,” she said, making up her mind that she would tell him just what she thought of him. even if she lost her job for it. “But Just at that moment the door opened, and in caie—Flossie. “Hello, Dex, ol# kid—” she began, and then stopped short at sight of her sister. Mary* Rose’B eyes had never ’eft Dexter's face. And from the look that came into It when he saw
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Flossie, she caw how things were between them. “Good grief!” she said to herself, “The man's really in love with her!” (To Be Continued) LARGEST AWARDS FOR STATE FAIR Eclipsing all previous premium lists by thousands of dollars, the awards offered at the 1926 Indiana State Fair will total $135,789.50, officials of the State board of agriculture announced. Few States in the country will offer a more substantial list of awards, fair officials declare. The following are amounts offered in each department: Speed, $40,000; horses. $23,695.11; cattle, $26,167.64; sheep, $7,754; swine, $11,705; poultry and rabbits, $7,228; agriculture, $4,564.50; horticulture, $1,622.50-; floriculture, $1,469; apiary, $335; fine arts, $2,011; applied arts, $1,865; domestic arts, $750; cooking, $1,060.25; Horseshoes, $400; boys’ and girls’ judging, $1,195; Girl’s canning, sewing and baking clubs. $692.50; boys' and girls’ corn club, $440; boys’ and girls’ apple club, $200: baby contest, $710; flog show, $-1,000, and scholarships, $925. Entries in nearly all departments close Aug. 17.
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