Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 29, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 June 1926 — Page 10

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\ , 7 '■ . ' WiR) 0 W° W Business Hisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife’*

The names ui this story are purely flctitlojs and are no* to be taken aa refernrLZ to any particular person o lace or firm

, READ THIS FIRST J . FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLE- #| TON are two pretty sisters, the daugiitera ol a widowed mother. Both ol them work lor the Dexter Automobile Company. Fiosaie helps keep the files, under MISS Mac*'A BLANK. Mary Rose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS, the salesuiaaagtr with whom she is deeply in love. Manners, however, is engaged to DORIS HlNlfcr. Mary Rose discovers that Flossie has been going out on long drives with HILARY DEXTER, tlio president of the company. And one night when she'is S’ at an tun having dinner with DR. TOM FITZROY, who wltsls to marry her, she discovers Flossie there with Dexter, her-friend ALICE JAMES, and anotner man. Flossie is very sick with (acute indigestion, and Tom takes care of her. while tile two other men hurry away. When Mary Rose scolds Flossie and begs her to return some valuable gilts mat Dexter has given her, she refuses - to and threatens to go to Jive with her chuni. Alice. Mary Rose points out that there is nothing lor a. girl in a friendship with a married man. and that even if Dexter weren't inaried. she ought to remember that 6lie is engaged to SAM JESSCP, a nico young man who is Dexter s scorelary. The morning after the adventure at tin inn. Sam Jessup tells Mary Rose that Mr. Dexter wants to see her in lus ulf ice. Dexter tells Mary Rose that she must never mention the tact that ho was out with Flossie, and just as the girl starts td tell him what elm tninKs oa him. the door opens and in comes Flossie. Mary Rose realises from tho luoK on lycxu-r's lace that he's really in love wi‘fi the little butterfly sister. CHAPTJSR X “Flossie Middleton, I'm ashamed you!’’ Mary Rose said hotly. “Why, what did I do?’’ Flossie ' opened her angelic blue eyes very wide and looked innocently from her sifter to Hilary Dexter, With a laugh he stood up and came across the office and stood towering above her, his hands Thrust in his pockets as he looked at Wer. “Perhaps your sister means that it \V<Juld be better for you not to call - ‘Dex, old kid’ around the office,” he said good humoredly, , and then his voice deepened to a tender note. “Do you fgel all right, after your Wild night, Flossie?” he asked. “We all thought you were in so He stopped suddenly, for Sam Jessup had opened the door and was standing at attention. “Mrs. Dexter to see you, sir,” he said, and as Mary Rose turned to go she ca&ght a glimpse of a large, determined-look-ing woman in sombre black. It was easy enough to see why a man who "was married to a womari like that would fall in love with Huffy little Flossie, who had the soft, ’ appealing ways of a tiger-kitten. And there was no doubt in Mary Rose’s honest mind that he had fallen and fallen hard. The very way %ie looked at Flossie proved it unmistakably. "I just got here, and I suppose Miss Mac will take my head off when I walk in,” she said as they parted at the foot of the iron (light that led lo the third floor. “Lat’s have lunch together, Mary Rose?,- . Twelve o'clock?” “Fair enough,’,? Mary Rose answered, and she ran Ixick-to ask Sam JeSsup to go with them. “I Jump at the chanceg” Sam said with a grin, “Flossie’s bden off me lately. . . . I’ve wondered if she was sore about something.” “No, she isn’t sore,” Mary Rose answered. “To use her own word, she’s just ‘icky’ sometimes. . . . Twelve o’clock then.” But at noon when Mary Rose telephoned up to the tiling department, Miss MacFarlane’s vinegary voice informed her that Flossie had left j for the day. x j “For the day!” Mary Rose repeat- j ed. “Why, but she was going to lunch with me and Sam Jessup—■” i Miss MacFarlane laughed un- | pleantly. “And you'd better ts Ik to j Sam for me that someone else is ; beating his time,” she said, “I heard j her tell some man who phoned for ; her that she’d meet him in half an ' hour —” U “And there’s one thing more, Mary Rose,” she finished, as Mary _Rose started to hang up, “this be-; ha\’ior of hens can’t keep up much longer. She's gone half the time, ■and this work is to much for me alone!” Heartsick, Mary Rose left the j phone and went downstairs -where I Sam was waiting for her. The look j of disappointment that leaped into j his eyes when she came down alone showed her how much Flossie meant in his life. "I’m sorry, Sam>” She laid her

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tj hand on his sleeve and looked up ; into his nice brown eyes, "There's bewa a misunderstanding somewhere She’s left the office for ;he afternoon. Maybe she went f.oijie.” k Together, and in silence, * they walked down the street and ate their hot roast beef and apple pie, at a white lunch counter. '“Floss hates this sort of thing,” Sam said. “She’d live like a queen if she had her way. She should, too. She’s too doggone prfetty for ordinary things.” When they came-- out Into .the street, again, the sun was shining “like mad,” as Mary Rose said. A group of little boys were playing marbles, and somewhere on the dingy street, carpets were being beaten —thump! thump! thump! “Mr. Dexter’s taken the ‘rest of the day off, too,” Sam said, as the>% turned back toward _the works. “Spring fever, I suppose. He’s probably playing golf out at the Country /Club. These millionaires have a soft time!” Mary Rose darted a quick look at him. But there was no shadow of suspicion on his face. Nothing but dark unhappiness. / . “A millionaire. That’s what Flossie should and a millionare,’’’ he said, "She cou\d,* too. With her looks!” , “Nonsense!” the girl spoke -Sharply. "Millionaires aren’t marrying poor girls these days any more than they ever did. 'Cinderella and the Prince belong in the fairy-tale jjooks, Sam, and no place else!” But he shook his head doubtfully. "How about a picnic on Sunday?” she asked, with sudden inspiration. “Just Mother and Floss arid Tom, and you and I? We could broil a beefsteak and bake some potatoes. How about it?” “Yes, and at the last minute F'lossie’ll back' out,” Sam answered. “You watefl and see. I tell 'you, she’s off me, Mary Rose. I honestly think she's made up her mind that I haven’t engtigh, money for her—” v * ’ , “How much do you make?’,’ Mary Rose asked. “Or isn’t it anyTif my business?” “Fifty__a week,” Sam answered promptly. "And that’s not enough to marry a girl, like Flossie, on—” “It is, too!” Mary Rose, contradicted. “And, if I were you I'd just go ahead, and do it. Show your spunk,'Sam!” He shook his tyead, once more. “No,” he answered. “Not until I'm sure she’s willing to bfe poor. J’m not going to spoil her life for her.” “But you will come to the piqnic on Sunday, won’t you?” He said that, of course, he would. Mary Rose spent all of Saturday afternoon,' mending Flossie’s green wool sports suit for tomorrow's picnic. She sat beside the kitchen table watching her mother taking layers for a noble cake, out mi the oven one by one. */ “I think I’ll make a few’ 'devilled eggs for tomorrow, too,” Mrs. Middleton said, when the cake was finished, frosted.and set to cool in the j cupboard. ■ Her face was flushed and moist i with the excitement of the picnic preparations. She moved about the ! cozy little kitchAi singing snatches [of hymns to herself. | Mrs. Middletqp always sang when ; she was happy. And when she was j very, very happy she sang hymns—j and one, In particular—about the music of Heaven. She was singing it now, as she filled a pan with water s and set it on the stove. ' ■ “Oh, tho music of Heaven is sweeter - > in measure, * , / And purer in every y strafn Than the music of earth, though it | fills us with pleasure j AS it thrillingly rools over valley and plain.” She stopped and looked at Mary i Rose with her blue eye& showing a gUnt of tears. “I declare to goodness, I can’t remember the last time Lw’ks asked to, a picnic, Mary Rose,” she said. “I think it must have been'to one of those that the Sunday School used to have when you and Flossie were little girls. “I must say I .do enjoy getting ! ready for one,” she went on dropping the eggs into the pan of boiling water. “But, pshaw, you young folks don’t want me along i tomorrow.” / Mary Rose looked up from the sleeve of Flossie’s suit. “\Ve 'certainly do!” she said, decidedly. “You spend almost every day. in the year alone in this house —and this is one Sunday vfhen you’re going to step, for a change! So don’t you think you canjget out of it, Mrs. Middleton! Because you can’t! You’re going to the picnic tomorrow as, sure As fate.” . “Well, if you're sure I won’t be in

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the way, then —” Mrs/ Middleton said doubtfully. Mary Rose could' see that she was secretly delighted, pleased as a child over a !birthday party. And at 'last, as she, rolled .the devilled eggs in oiled paper, she said with a certain • pride: “Well, it’s nice to know that my girls me to share some of .their little pleasures with them... Goodness knows I’ve always tried* to be a chum to you and jGossje. I’ve tried to my heart young—” , Mary Rose got up .and kissed her. “And you have, Mums,’’' she answered, putting her arms around the bent little shoulders, and kissing the flushed cheek. “You’re the sweetest little mother in the world.’’ A little after six, just as the early darkness aJfop£ gray through/ the windows of the kitchen! Flossie Middleton pushed open the She brought with her'air the fresh crispness of the spring air. A b\' bunch of fluttering violets pinned -on her breast, and in her hand she carried £ paper hatbag. Pulled down over tjie gold silk of her hair was anew hat, a tiny straw thing, whose only trimming was a fancy pearl pin. “Well, here I am! gaze at the last word iif spfing bonnets!” she cried gayly. "How do you like it?" Mrs. Middleton and Mary Rose walked 411 around her, admiring the new millinery from every angle. “JFs lovely, deary!” Mrs. Middleton said at last. She. was as pleased with the new hat as if it belonged to -her. Mor6 pleased, in fact. For she had no life of her own,

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and she lived over the youth again in Flossie—Flossie with her new hats, and her new beaus, and her new way of looking at things. "Go and put it away, and come right xlown to supper. It’s all ready, dear,!’ she said. “We aren't having much tonigft. We’re saving our appetites for tomorrow.” “What did you aSk mother to go with us for, tomorrow?” Flossie asked, peevishly later that night, Ss the sisters wehe getting eady for bed. “Well, why not?\ Mary Rbae asked, by way of answer. "She neyer has any fun or goes anywhere, unless tVe take hW along with us.” Flossie sighed, “Well, you’ve TJust cfabbed the picnic, that’s all,” she said. “I don’t know whether I’ll go if Mother- goes. She'll raise the dickers if I smoke, or be myself, at all! —You know,'* you rself, how she is about smoking!” Mary Rose opened the window, and drew the shades. “Well, you shouldn't smoke. It’s bad for your health—” “It’s not that’ I like to smoke, because I don’t.” Flossie answered wits a giggle. She turned to the dresser and picked up the little gold cfgaret holder that Hilary Dexter had given her. ‘‘But I do love to use this holder in front of £>amt It getp him wild . . . He's sure some mdn gave it to me, and he's* feo jealous, he's green!'* She sighed again, as she unhooked her dress and hungj up oh the hooks behind the door. ‘‘Oh, Mary Rose,” she said, “why Is It tlfe-t I 1 'J *

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