Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 30, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 June 1926 — Page 10

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WITS) 0 W° 99 Business Hisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

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„ READ THIS FIRST. r FLOSSIE and MARY ’ON are two pretty sisters, the daufifhers of a widowed nibther. Both of hem 'work for the Dexler Automobile Company. , Flossie helps to keep the files under USS MACFARLANE. Mstfy Rose is ecretary to tlie sales manager. JOHN lANNERS. with whom she is in love. Jut Manners is engaged to DORIS iINIG. a girl of wealth. Marv Rose /discovers that Fiossie is arrynig on a rather frantic flirtation vith the president of the company, lILARY DEXTER, a married man with rown daughters. And when she orders ier to return some, valuable gifts to dm Flossie threatens to go to live ith her chum. ALICE JAMES. Flossie stays out until midnight two r three times a week with Dexter, and s too tired to go to work the next ay. She knows Dexter will never let fits** MacFarlane discharge her. One night, when Mary Rose and 'OM FITZROY, a young doctor who rants to marry her. are out dining, hey find Flossie desperately ill with cute indigestion at a country inn. With er are Alice James. Dexter and an unnown man. The two men leave, al* hough they know how ill Flossie is. ,nd Tom takes her home. . Next day Mary Rose points out that iexter would never have left his wire f she had been ill. and that the girl Jways loses out in an affair with a Tarried man, but Flossie tells her she an take care of herself. And the aiair with Dexter goes merrily on Mary Rose does everything can o break it up. She plans a plcflc for he following Sunday. iMluding their TOther Tom and SAM WfciSSLPA Mr. lexters secretary. Sam has long been n lose with Flossie and feels that she s growing awa.v from him because he i poor. Flossie tells Mary Rose she Fishes MJtS. MIDDLETON weren t ong Along on the picnic—that mothers to such a bore. NOW GO OUN WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI Sunday was one of those rare iring days of 'high wind and sunline, or scurrying silver clouds, id the fresh smell of flowering lings In far-off meadows. In the Middletons’ little brown >use, Mary Rose was the first per>n to -waken. She lay for a moment Inking happily at the sunshine lat shone from under the halfwered blinds. ‘Then she tiptoed Into the bath>om across the hall and dressed In l old gingham housefrock. At 10 o'clock when Mrs. Middle>n came downstairs all ready for le picnic, the coffee was ready on le back of the stove, and a yellow jwl was filled with buckwheat itter, all ready to be made into ikes. In the front hall the baskets of >od were stacked, and the three ttle downstairs rooms were swept ad aired and dusted. Everything as in perfect order. ‘Now, I’ll rush up and take my ith, while you., make the cakes,” ary Rose said gaily, Itissing her other. ‘‘Don’t you think that, for stenographer, I'm a pretty nifty ousekeeper?” Mrs. Middleton nodded, as she tied starchy whit® apron around her aist. "You really are, Mary Rose, ou’re a born housekeeper.... You ave what my mother always called "neat hand,’ ” she said*seriously. The girl saw her take a testament, ut of her apron pocket as she left le room, and knew that she was oing to a.tone for the service she ad missed by going to the picnic istead of to church. Poor little mother!.,. .Life had een cruel to her. It had never iven her anything but poverty and ard work. It had early robbed her f the husband she had adored, and ad left her the two little girls to ring up as best she might. But through it all, she- had never >st her faith In man and God, her tyeetness and gentleness. “If she new about Floss and Mr. Dexter would just break her heart,” Mary ose said to herself. “I’ve just got > break things up between them. >mehow!” But how to do it?....Ah, there as a problem for you! _* * * At the stroke of twelve, Tom Fitzyy stopped his shining black roadter before the shabby little house n E. New York St. He threw his >ng legs over the side, and ran up ae steps as if he could scarcely wait > greet Mary Rose, who smll ig in the doorway. "Look here, mother!” he called heerfully to Mrs. Middleton, and as he raised her head from the picnic askets. he had soundly kissed her n both cheeks. Mary Rose stamped her foot. Tom Fitzrov! How dare you!” she ried furiously blushing. But Tom nly laughed and winked at Mrs. liddleton. He knew that she was is firm -friend and ally. "Mother doesn’t care if I do that,

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do you. Mother?” he asked, picking up the baskets. “Here, IT! put these in the car with me and Mary/Rose.’ One of the things about Tom that most annoyed Mary Rose was his habit of calling Mrs. Middleton “Mother" as if he already belonged to the family. But Mrs. Middleton liked him to. She liked Torp, and she hopgd that Mary Rose would have sense enough to take for a husband. “He’s everything rolled into one.” she was fond of saying with the air of a wise owl. “He has money and looks and brains. I don’t know what you’re thinking *of not to snap him up. Mary Rosi.'" She said it now, as she watched ■rhe tall figure of Thomas Fitzrov Jr., marching down to the black ear with two heavy baskets .on each arm. ~~ • enmea Sum in the tVheeaer! .. .My, hew I hate to be seen in„thnt old host" Fiassie complained from the hey window, -where ah© stood watching the street, Th©he was a queer, jolting, wheezing sfiUfid aa Sam pulled his ancient chariot up before the house —a Dos top Eight, 6 years old, Sam had bought it eeeond-hand for S2OO three yoara before, and St looked it, ' As Eioasle stood gaaing at it. Mar?' Dose saw tears standing in her lovely eyes, Jfer little heuui=* were clenched, "Look at that thing!” she cried, pointing toward the venerable oar. "And he expects me to ritje through the streets of this town in It! Well. I just won’t do it! , ~ I’m not going to the darned old pienie," Mrs, Middleton turned on her with a smile of triumph. “Well, I’m glad that you’re beginning-jto see things as they are, Flossie,” she said with an I-told-you-so air. “And remember, if you marry Sam Jessup you’ll always have to rid in second-hand cars, and live in second-rate places, and all the rest of it!”She smoothed down her blue-spot-ted foulard dress with a gesture of great satisfaction. “And you’re not strong,.” ghe added sagely. “It would kill you to cook and wash and slave for a poor man all the rest of your life. And that’s just what you’d have to do, if you married Sam Jessup!” “Well. I haven’t married him yet,” Flossie observed quietly, brushing the brigh.t tears from her eyes. “Mother, you haven’t any right to knock Sam the way you do,” Mary Rose said to Mrs. Middleton as he ran up the steps and Flossie went. to meet him. “What if his car is old and rickety? H6’s saving up to buy Flossie a little house.” “Yes, and'Til bet it’ll be a little onel” Mrs. Middleton answered in her gentle voice. “Two rooms’ll be about the extent of Sam’s pocketbook.-” From the porch they heard Flossie greeting him. “Hello, Samuel,” she was saying, “I’m going to ride out in Tom’s ear . . . Mary Rose asked me to.” And she walkefi calmly past him and climbed into the great, glossy black roadster where Tom was waiting for his own lady-love. Mary Rose saw the look of disappointment on his face, as Flossie without so much as a. by-your-leaw* climbed in beside him. She turned to her mother. “Did you hear what she told him —that I asked her to ride with him? Why, the little fihber!” Ahe exclaimed. Mrs! Middleton smiled in her innocence. “Well, I’m glad of it," she said mildly. “I don’t want her to see any more of Sam than is absolutely necessary. I don’t want her to throw herself away on him!.. .I’m not money-mad, bub I know that Flossie will never make a poor man’s wife.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” the girl answered. She picked up two thermos bottles, and followed her mother down to Sam’s “\Vheezer.” • * • The picnic, beginning as it did, was not a success. Tom was plainly angry because Mary Rose had not driven out to the picnic grounds with him. And Flossie," in a queer mood, refused to look or to speak to Sam. who followed her around with the sick,

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puzzled eyes of a wouaded animal. She was unnaturally gay, and secretly, pleased that she was spoiling the day for everybody... for Sam, in particular. "Oob! looky at the cake! Chocolick all over it!” she bubbled, unwrap*) ping packages. “I went on another picnic one day this week, and we had chocolate cake, aad the best fried chicken you ever put In your mouth!” Mary Rose darted a swift glance at her What picnlo was she talking about, she wondered. And then, with a sinking of her heart, she remembered the day when both Flossie and Hilary Dexter had taken an afternoon off. “You seem to have a lot of .dates that 1 don't know anything about,” she heard Sam say to Flossie as they wandered off after lunch. And Flossie looked up-at him Impudently and said, “I do, you simp!” When it began to rain, a little after 4 o'clock, every one seemed relieved. They scrambled Into the two cars, and Flossie again rode with Tom. When she and her mother got back to the house with Sam In hie wheezer, Flossie stood, alone on the front porch, surrounded by the empty baskets. “Tom wouldin’t wait. He said he had to make rounds atd&ercy Hospital,” she said to Mary Rose, as the four of them trooped into the little house. “I guess he was peeved because you didn’t ride with him. , That's what I guess.” Mary Rose made no answer until the two girls were alone in their

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room, taking off their hats and “freshing up.” "I hope you explained to Tom that the reason I didn't ride with him was because you wouldn’t get in Sam's ‘Wheezer,’ ” she said then, questioningly. Flossie raised her arched eyebrows, and leaned.close to the mir ror as she dabbed paste on her smiling mouth. “I did nothing of the kind,” she said cheerfully. "'Let him think you dpn't want to be with him all the time, Mary Rose! Make him lie down, and then walk all over him. That’s the way to treat the men, if you want to get their goat!” "I don’t want to get Tom’s goat, as you call it,” Mary Rose answered. “And I'll thank you not to tell him any more lies, Flossie Middleton.” She tried to telephone Tom at Mercy Hospital, but he had Just left' so they said. Sam ,stayed for supper, and Mrs. Middleton and Mary Rose left them and went upstairs to bed, soon afterward. Toward _, midnight, Mary Rose woke up. In the dimness of the little room she saw that Floosie was not in her bed. She tiptoed out into the hall. There was no light downstairs. She went down to the landing . . and then- she saw Flossie and Sam. They were outlined darkly against the glass panel of the front door, locked together in a close embrace, so that they looked like one figure Standing there. Then Sam’s head was raised for a moment from the girl’s lips. "If youidon’t marry me, I swear I’ll leave town and never come

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hack!” he was saying, with all the [ intensity of tw-enty-flve in the throes j of passion. "I’ll kill myself!” “Don’t be silly, Sam.” Flossie's voice was thick at isi drowsy. Mary Rose saw her put up her hands and draw his head down to hers. The door slamAied a moment later, and Flossie came into the room, stopping to gwitch on the lightk as she came. "I Just gave old Sam the shock of his life,” she said, giggling as she began to unbutton her* clothes. "Smoked a cigaret in front of him . . . . and I wish you'd heard him rave! You'd have thought I'd committed one of the seven deadly sins!’’ “That’s because he's crazy about you,” Mary Rose answered, gravely. ‘‘His Ideal girl is a girl who wouldn't smoke.. .and you're his ideal girl. “Any old day I am!” sneered Flossie. "His ideal girl Is still wearing corsets, and going to church twice on Sunday!” *■ * • • The rain that had ended the picnic “pushed OUT OF THE RACE ' When Chas. McAllister of Kearney, N.- J., reached the point where he had to drag his tired, aohIng, weary body frem a well-nigh sleepless bed, he did a wise thing -bought a bottle of Foley Pills, and then "After taking Foley Pills for a time, I became all right and my pain and weakness Is all gone.” Foley Pills, a diuretic stimulant for the kidneys, are a reliable, valuabler medicine guaranteed to give satisfaction or money refunded.-“-Adver-tisement- .

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kept on all night, and all the next day. At 5:30 when he was putting on her hat to leave for the day, John Manners asked Mary Rose if she'd like to home with* him. "It’s such rotten weather," he explained, with an embarrassed smile. As Mary Rose sat beside him in his little closed car, she was too happy to talk. It seemed a wonderful thing to her that she should he sitting beside him. ip his own car, rolling along through the silvery, rain-strung twilight. “I Wonder if he knows that these are the happiest moments of inj whole life.” she thought. “And the

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. saddest, too, in a way, because I'll probably never he here with him again,” He went up the brick walk to the | dcor of the shabby little house with her. He stood there for a moment, i holding her hand, while the rain- ! drops splashed down on him from I the blossoming lilac tree. ...Mary Rose ija dnlways known that his j handclap would b 4 like this, firm I and warm and frtndiy. “Goodnight,” she tiled to say, and then realized in a dream that he was asking her not to go Jnto the house. “If you're not doing anything to-

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night let's go and have some suppei. somewhere,” he said. "Any girl can get any man aha i wants if she knows how to d> it.” Tomorrow’s installment will Interest you. * RUNNERS LINK CITIES I NEW YORK —Two hundred and twenty eight athletes, each running i a mile, havo linked New York ami Philadelphia by carrying a rneasag" j from Mayor Walker to be placed Iri j the permanent archives of the i spsquleentennlfll exposition.