Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 33, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 June 1926 — Page 8

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<f<m 0 W e W Business Hisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

The names m this story are purely fictitious and are not to be takes ae referring to any nartioular oerson or firm

READ THIS riRST FLOSSIE and MART ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Both of them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. t iossie helps keep the files under MISS MACFARLANE. Mary Rose, is secretary to the sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and is in love with hint. Blit he is engaged to DORIS HINIG. Mary Rose discovers that Flossie is carrying on a flirtation with the president of the company, HILARY DEXTER. a married man with grown children. And when she begs Flossie to ine him up. the girl threatens to leave home and go to lire with her churn. ALICE JAMES, a spirited young flapper. Marv Roses own love affaire reach a crisis when DR. TOM FITZROY asks her to marry him. She refuses him because. of her deep feeling for Mariners. One night he asks her to have dinner with him hut she refuses, telling him it w'ouldn t be fair to Doris Hinig. That same lUght Flossie is arrested for speeding in De'.ter's car by LENNIE BLAIR, a young policeman who is the son of the neighborhood gossip. ALNT HENNY BLAIR. Mary Rose keeps the fact frost her mother. Flossie is so excited by her arrest that she forgets to put her hair up in curlers, and the next morning announces her intention of getting a permanent w ave. Mary Rose points out to her that a wave cOßts S2O, her whole week's salary but Flossie tells her that if she won t give her S2O from the family savings, shell borrow- it from Mr. Dexter. So. of course. Mary Rose gives it to her, and Flossie has her wave. On the way back to the office, she meets John Manners and asks him to take her to lunch. Manners dors, and when Mary Rose comes in from her own lunch, she finds Flossie perched on Manners d6B No\v l GO n &N WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XIV Mary Rose stood like a pillar of stone in the doorway, unable to speak or move. A sort of blankness came over her, Flossie, here, sitting’ on John Manners’ desk! And talking to him as if they were the greatest friends in the world! Why, what could it mean? Then Flossie saw her. She Jumped lightly down from the desk and came toward her, laughing as 6he ran a hand through her shimmering curls. "Hello, I was waiting for you, angel,’’ she said carelessly. "I wanted to show you my wave. Isn’t It slicky-tricky?” She whirled around on one toe like a ballet dancer before she followed the older girl into the outer office. The door closed behind them. "Flossie Middleton! You mustn’t go in,there and sit on Mr. Manners’ desk! He won’t like it.” Mary Rose said when they were ouiside. Flossie’s laugh was like a chime of little silver bells. “Won’t like it?” she_ asked. "Any old time he won’t like it! Why. I’ve just come back from lunch with him!” Mary Rose's deep eyes widened. "You’ve been to lunch with Mr. Manners!” she repeated. "Why, how did that happen?” But Flossie refused to answer. She shook her head, with its crop of stsft little blonde curls, and ran upstairs laughing, mysteriously. All afternoon as Mary Rose worked at her desk between the desks of Miss Brown and Miss Minnick, she asked herself a question over and over: "If John Manners asks Flossie to lunch with him. why shouldn’t I go with him. when he asks me?” Then another thought came to take its place: “Perhaps he isn’t in love with Doris Hinig at. all —perhaps he’s still looking for the girl he'll marry.” Could that girl be Flossie? She sighed sharply, and her hands fell ftom the typewriter. She thought of John Manners’ eyes as they had looked at her last night, from under the shadow of the dripping lilac tree —and of his hand on her arm— his voice—- " Day dreaming?” asked Miss Minnick archly. Mary Rose jumped, and went on working. “No—Just lazy,” she answered. "Spring fever’s making me dopey, I suppose.” At 5 o’clock Miss Minnick spoke again—in a whisper this time. “There’s Manners’ best girl.” she said, and Mary Roae looked up. “She certainly keeps tabs on him, doesn’t she?” All in palest gray, Doris Hinig was coming across the outer office. There was a gray fox serai around her neck, and on it was pinned a ■tile pink rose. "She couldn’t help looking wonderlull In a dress like that!” Mary Rose thought, looking down at her own plain office dress. . As Doris Hinig passed her desk, she looked down and smiled. Mary Rose smiled back, and followed the tall girl with her eyes until she disappeared into John Manners’ office. “T’ve come to take you home for dinner.” she heard Doris say before

GOULD NOT PUT ON HER SHOES Mn. Daugherty Was so Weak In a little town of the Middle West, was a discouraged woman. For four

months she had been In such poor health that she could not stoop to put her own shoes.i Unable to do her work, unable to go out of doors or enjoy a friendly chat with her neighbors, life seemed dark indeed to Mrs.

Daugherty.

Then one day, a booklet was left at her front door. Idly she turned the pages. Soon she was reading with quickened interest. The little booklet was &lled with letters from women in conditions similar to hers who had found better health by taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. “I began taking the Vegetable Compound,” Mrs. Daugherty writes, “and after I took the third bottle, I found relief. lamon my eleventh bottle and I don’t have that trouble any more, and feel like a different woman. I recommend the Vegetable Compound to everyone I see who has trouble like mine. I am willing to answer any letters from women asking about the Vegetable Compound.”—Mas. Ed. Daugherty, 1308 Orchard Ave., Muscatine, lowa. . '•-"'.nil

the door closed behind her. She leaned back in her chair, pressing her hands against her tired eyes. How she wished herself In Doris Hinig's pale gray suede shoes at . that moment! How sho would have loved to go into his office, all silk and perfume and roses, and to say, "I’ve come to take you home to dinner.” Perhaps to be kissed by him. “Oh,” she thought, “I can’t bear to think of his kissing her. I wonder if he does? I suppose so—” With a hopeless gesture Marv Rose pulled a sheet of paper from her typewriter. “I'm getting awfully sick of my job,” she remarked to Miss Minnick. ‘‘You!’ Miss Minnick stared. “Well, that’s anew cry from you! You've always been the little office Polly-ana-Glad-Girl! What makes you sick of your job, all of a sudden?” Mary Rose shrugged her pretty shoulders. "How shoud 1 know?” she asked lifelessly “I just am.” The telephone rang. "Hello.” It was Tom Fltzroy's voice. “Would you like to go to a movie tonight, Mary Rose?” ”1 would!” Mary Rose answered I eagerly. "Eight o'clock?” “Seven-thirty,” Tom answered. "I’ll bring the stink-wheel and well go In style and gasoline funjes.” Somehow or other it comforted her at that moment to know that Tom loved her. As she hung up the receiver the door of John Manners office opened and Doris Hinig came otit. She was not smiling now, as she crossed the offiice. And she did not look to left or right. "Seems to have had a turndown from here sweetie, doesn't she?” Miss Minnick asked. "I think she's too tall for ntm, anyway, don't you? I like to see a tall man marry a short girl, somehow.” A second later the buzzer on Mary Rose's desk summoned her to Manners’ office. "Yes?” she asked, opening the door. He did not look up. -‘‘Would you mind w-orking a bit late tonight?” he said. "Vm behind with my correspondence.” "I’d be glad to.” she answered, forgetting all about Tom Fitzroy, for the moment. "Do you want to dictate to me now?" Heyioddsd, and she sat down with her pad and pencil, at the corner of his desk. "No one can take this from me,” she thought, as she took down his letters. “Even if he marries Doris Hinig, I’ll still be able to see him six days of the week —to hear his voice and to sit here beside him, sometimes.” There was a sort of cold comfort in the thought. At half past six all the letters were written and she carried them in to him and laid them on the desk. She watched his firm, brown hand as it picked up a fountain pen and wrote his name. “John Manners.” across the neat pages. A sudden longing to lean over and lay her lips on that brown hand took her. She tried not to think about it. She fixed her eyes on the western sky It was violet with ihe first twilight. “It’s getting dark. I’ll drive you home,” she heard him say harshly. She shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m often out at night. I don’t mind —” "I’ll drive you home,” he repeated. And when she came downstairs, he was standing in the hall waiting for her. Outside, the shining car that he drove stood at the curbstone. “What time do they eat at your house?” he askedt as they settled down. “Six-thirty?” “Six o’clock.” She wondered why he wanted to know. “Then they've had supper,” he answered, “and you’ve missed it, anyway. I'm going to take you for a drive out into the country—just a short run. It'll rest you. You’ve looked awfully tired all day.” “I’m not!” she answered, her eyes glowing. Suddenly she wasn't tired. Thd weariness she had felt all day had dropped from her like a shabby garment. She felt wonderfully alive and keen, and filled with happiness. “I’m going to drive you out where I went Sunday—all by myself,” he went on. presently, as they left the close-packed houses behind them. “It’s getting too dark to see It, really. But you'll feel the peace that’s there —’’ Then neither of them spoke for several minutes, while the soft spring wind rushed in their faces and lifted Mary Rose’s hair In little dark feprays. "Here It Is,” he said and swung the car away from Meyers Road Into a little lane. They slowed down. All around them was the fresh odor of the fields. Somewhere In the stillness, a little stream sang to Itself. Mary Rose sat perfectly still, listening. She felt as If time had stopped for that breathless moment. As if nothing had ever happened before—as if nothing would ever happen again. Just, they two, together. And suddenly she knew that if she moved, or turned her head toward him, John Manners was going to kiss her! She knew it as every woman knows when a man wants to kiss her —long before the man knows It, himself! It is part of her instinct to love. To give herself! And so Mary Rose closed her eyes. She longed to turn toward John Manners, and let him take the kiss she yearned to give him— Ah, but suppose she should do It! Suppose she did let him take her In his arms! And then suppose that next week, next month, next year, he married Doris Hinig? “Ah, no!” she said aloud, and started at the sound of Her own voice in the stillness. The magic moment passed. And once more she was John Manners' stenographer, and he was taking her home from work, because she had stayed late at the office. "Whn* AG’ vmi cny?" h askndl

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and she only shook her head. With a little sigh she held her wrist watch to the light on the dash. “Heavens! It’s 7:30!” she cried. “And I’ve a date at 7.30!” > ■ In the dim glow she saw his face set grimly. "Why didn’t you tell me you had a date?” he asked heavily. "I wanted you to have supper with me tonight.” "I told you last night I wduldn’t have supper with you—because of Doris Hinig,” she answered, her voice trembling. He started the car. "But you also told me that you’d rather go with me than do anything else in the world. Did you mean that?" Her head dropped. "Yes.” she said, so softly that he had to bend to hear the whispered word. “Then why not?” "Because you’re In love with another girl,” she answered. There was silence in the speeding car for a minute. And then John Manners said slowly: "I’ll tell you all about that some day.” As they drove up to the house, Mary Rose saw three people standing on the tiny porch—her mother, Flossie and Tom Fitzroy. "There's Tom!” she cried, as she stepped out of the car. "And I’m late! Good night!” "Oh, Tom, I’m sorry V she called to him, as she ran up the front walk. Manners' car stood at the curbstone for a moment more, and then jmnvri slowly down the srree^fl

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Its tall light winking at her through the darkness. She turned to meet Tom’s angrj eyes, "where have you been all this time while I’ve been cooling my heels here?" he asked. (To Be Continued) Mary Rose is tortured by the problem aa to whether to declare lier love. Read Monday’s Installment. ORGANIST ON PROGRAM Charles F. Hansen to Broadcast Sunday Over WFBM. YVFBM, Merchants Heat and Light Company, will broadcast a special organ program Sunday, from 430 to 6.30 p. m., played by Charles F. Hansen of the Second Presbyterian Church. The program: “Triumphal March” 1 “Minuet'' Scharwenka Variations, “Jerusalem the Go.^. “Chanson Thiste ’ ........ Tschaikow sky “Offertorio in F Major’ . . . . . Petrali -The Lost Chord ... Sir Arthur Sullivan The Sextet From “Lucia" ...... Donizetti Barcarolle From “Tales of Hoffman Offenbach “The' Rosary” .... ............ _Nevin "Postlude in G Major” ...Georsre Whitln* An organ recital is broadcast every Sunday afternoon over WFBM at 4:30 by Mr. Hansen. DENNY Isl HEADIN’ HOME Reginald Denny, having been feted for four days in New York, bought ,an Elco boat, seen the Sesquicentennial and the national oapitol. is on Ithe way back to Universal Cityland “The Four Flusher,” whieh will be ■■Rnexfi production. j

SALESMAN $AM —By SWAN

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES—By MARTIN

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

MR. FIXIT Board Has Discretion in Improvements,

Let Mr. Flxit preeent your ease to city officials. He is The Times representative at the city hall. Write him at The Times. The board of works has discretion whether a street shall be paved. Its policy is to consult the opinion of property owners, but It Is not bound by their action. However, a majority jf property owners on alleys may 'egally halt an improvement. Only the views of resident property owners are considered. That’s the answer to the following: DEAR MR- FTXIT: Nineteen names were on a petition filing remonstrance against the paring of Douglas Bt. from Indiana Ave. to New York St., before a resolution was passed at a meeting held June l. Thirteen persons were present. Ten voted against it and three for the improvement. * The nineteen names originally on the remonstrance sheet were reduced to eleven by the board. PlaintifT wishes to know whether the board has the authority ■o i-rdnce the list of names and what has become of the original list. TIMES READER The names *vere eliminated because sorpe of then, were not real-

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dent property owners. The board has adopted a policy of enoouraglng street improvements in that part of the city. The following oil requests have been filed: Centennial St., Resident; Langley Ave., Hazel to Catherine St.; W. Vermont St., between Centennial St. and Tlbbe Ave. However it Is futile to ask Mr. Flxit for oil. The appropriation Is much leas than last year and only the mainly traveled thoroughfares will be covered. DEAR MR. FIXIT: I take this opportunity to express my appreciation not only for myself, but for several other residents of the 1300 block on Lee and Sheherd Sts., for your good work at the city hall. The taxpayers of the city as a whole should be proud of you and your untiring efforts In their behalf Many thinks. They are filling the mud hole In our alley today. E. H. RADER. “FOR WIVES ONLY” IS READY “For Wives Only” has been selected as Marie Prevost’s second starring feature for Metropolitan picture*, and it is being prepared in screen form by Anthony Coldeway ,n anticipation of the star’s return from her belated honeymoon with Kenneth Harlan. “For Wive* Only” Is a screen version of the Hungarian stage success. “The Critical Year.” by Rudolph Lothar and Hans Bachwitz. Victor Heermah has been signed to direct.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

STATE EXCHANGE CLUBS TO MEET Convention at Terre Haute Monday and Tuesday. Many members of the Indianapolis Exchange Club and their wives are planning to attend the State convention of the organization at Terre Haute next Monday and Tuesday. Following opening of the gathering Monday morning at the Terre Haute Elks Club, a State luncheon for men at the Elks and a luncheon for women at The Terre Haute Country Club wifi be held at noon. In the afternoon a golf tournament for men and bridge for the women will be features. At the State banquet Monday night at the Ft. Harrison Country Club, Thomas I* Bailey of Meridian, Miss., national president of Exchange, and Herold M. Harter, Toledo. Ohio, national secretary, will speak. Eleotlon of officers, and a business session will conclude the convention Tuesday. PAUL LFSNI 18 GOING 'WEST P<lul Lent ha* left New York en route to Universal City. It la un-

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certain when he is going to reach there because he is chasing stock iwformances of "The Cat and the Canary,” in order to see the stage version of this etory which Universal has bought and which Lent in all prohahlUty will produce us his first American picture.

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