Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 35, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 June 1926 — Page 8

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<WIR) ° U7° 99 Business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON 'Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

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BEAD THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and 'MAR.V ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Both- of them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. . Flossie helps keep the flies under MISS MACFARLANE. She is engaipd to SAM JESSUP secretary to HILARY DEXTER, president of the company. Mary Rose is stenograph® 1 to the sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and is in love with him. But he is engaged to DORIS HINIG. a girl of wealth. Mary Rose discovers that Flossie is carrying on a more or less harmless love affair with Hilary Deocter, who's married and 'the father of grown children. When she begs her to give him up. FLOSSIE threatens to go to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. One night she is arrested for speeding fn Dexter’s car by LENNIE BLAIR, the son of the neighborhood gossip. AUNT HENNY BLAIR. Mary Rose manages to keep the story from her mother s ears. • Then Flossip begins a campaign to captivate John Manners—not because she cares for him. but .simply to show Mary Rose how easy it is to take a man away from another girl. But Manners is not impressed with Flossie. On the other hand, he begins to par Mary Rose little attentions One night he drives her home from work, and they go for a ride in the country. And are late getting home. Mary Rose finds t)R. TOM FITZROY, who wants to marry her. waiting for her. He asks her to go with him to see a little house that he wants to buy for her as a wedding present. Mary Rose doesn’t know how to refuse to go to eee the house, but Just then a messenger boy solves the thing for her. by bringing a telegram to her mother, telling her of the illness of her brother. Mary Rose and Tom take MRS. MIDDLETON to her train and on the way home the girl tolls Tom she* is love with Manners. They arrive at the house to find that Flossie is going to give a nariy. The guests are arriving-. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVI "Sweet spirits of nitre! How did you get here so soon?" they heard Flossie ask excitedly, as she opened the front door, A babble of voices answered her. "In Sam’s old bus—” "Sam brought as In the Wheezer —” "Six of us crammed in the old Wheezet, oan you Imagine!” Then Alice Jgmes' high/soprano voice: “And we stopped in at a delicatessen, and bought it out— Looky, rye bread! rye bread! And cheese! And gingerale! And smoked ham! And pickles” “And you forgot oranges!” they heard Flossie walk “How in the hotel bit! are we going to have oocktlls, if you didn’t bring oranges?” Mary Rose looked at Tom. “They are not goin£ to have drinks in this house!” she said decidedly. “Mother wouldn’t let them, if she were here. And I won’t let them!” Tom laid his hand on her arm. “I don’t believe they have any liquor,” he said quietly, "I haven’t heard them mention anything to drink. And if you want me too, I'll stay Sere and see that they keep things quiet.” Mary Rose thanked him with her eyes. “Let’s go into the back parlor,” she suggested. “We can close the door, and let them have the rest of the house to themselves,” They went into the shabby little room with its tiny wood Are burning in the grate, its bookcases and deep chairs with threadbare covers, “I must write you a check for that money you let mother take,” the girl said gravely, "And then, if you'll find something to read I think I’ll dash off a few lines to her and to poor aunty.” She sat down at the old-fashioned desk and Tom found himself a comfortable chair and a book. He

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opened it, but he did not read. He leaned back and watched her as she wrote. Out In the kitchen there were sounds of merry making. Laughter and singing and then more laughter. The crash of a dish as It broke on the floor. A girl’s shrill scream. Then the piano In the next room was attacked by someone who played “Chopsticks.” After that a man's voice, Sam Jessup's, began to sing In a sentimental tenor voice-: “Moonlight and roses Bring wonderful mentries of you—” Mary Rose raised her lovely, .flushed face and laughed in spite of herself. “He’s probably singing that straight at Flossie, and Flossie’s probably flirting her wickedest with one of the other 'cake-eaters’ in the crowd!” she said, “Poor old Sam!” Tom eyed her seriously, "They aren't calling young men ’cakeeaters in Floosie's crowd this year” he answered, ” ’Bun-busters’ is newer, I believe. Really, Mary Rose, you must keep brushed up In your slang, if you're going to be a credit to Flossie,” They both laughed and Mary Rose bent her head once more, ■ There was silence in the little room, except for a piece of wood crumbling to ash In the grate, and the ticking of the clock o) the marble mantelpiece. Mary Rose finished her letter and gave It to Tom to mall for her on his way home. She picked up a magazine and sat down opposite him to read it. The next thing she knew, Tom fvas shaking her, and his voice was saying close to her ear; “Wake up. Mary Rose, They’re going. It's 1 o'clock!” * i She roused herself. There was a sharp pain In her neck as she tried to straighten her head. ”00-ooh! I must have been asleep.” she said thickly, stretching herself. Tom opened the door and they went out Into the hall, A draught of cold, clean night air was sweeping through the house, and in the open doorway stood Flossie calling goodnight to her departing guests. ’ Don’ fall out th’ ol’ Wheeay, darUn'sT she shrieked. At the sound of her voice, Mary Rose looked in alarm at Tom. “What's the matter with her?” she asked sharply, for Flossie's voice was not like Flossie's voice at all. Its silvery notes were not in it, and a high rasping sound had taken their* place. She turned and came into the hall, forgetting to close the door behind her. And as she came "she tee’ovcd crazily on her high heels. “How ,1a do?” she asked, saluting the pair who stood watching her “Wonderful weather we’re having ihish morning, isn't it?” Mary Rose closed her eyes for a second tfnd drew a long breath. “Flossie Middleton, you're—you've been drinking!” she said, Flossie threw back her head, al msst losing her balance. “Aw. don’t be so upstage’ Act your origin. gtrl!’*<she answered cheerfully. “1 suppose they don’t drink at ypur pink tea parties, do,they?” She swayed, and with no more warning than that, pitched headlong on the floor and lay there, Mary Rose felt as if every tight drawn herve in her body snapped suddenly. She leaned against the walk and slid down alowly until she was sitting on the floor. Her eyes, dry and wide open watched Tom as he stooped and picked up Flossie’s limp little body from the rug.

They watched him aa he carried it up the stairs. And when he came doVn she was still sitting there, her rms limply at her sides, her whole body relaxed In a kind of surrender. Tom closed the front door, and then came and stood before her. ■"‘You’ll have to pull yourself together and put tfer to bed. Mary Rose.'"-he said. “I just dumped her on top of her bed.” He picked up his hat and coat from the hall settee, took out his pipe, filled it and lighted It. Still Mkry Rose didn't move. <*Tom, Z Just can't go up there,” she said, staring- straight in front of her. "To think that a sister of mine would drink! It Just seems to gie I can't touch her," But presently she got up, went upstairs, and put the unconscious Flos- ■ sie to bed as if she had been a baby. In the morning Flossie wakened fresh and bright. Her youth decked her like a garment and her eyes were as bright and her cheeks as rosy aa is she had slept for twelve hours.

“Some party last night, eh wot?” she asked cheerfully, as she sat up in bed. “I loved the way you and Tom shut yourselves up in the back parlor as if you were too grand to hive anything to do with us!” Mary Rose finished brushing her short, wavy hair before the answered Then she looked at Flossie with her deep blue eyes flushing. "If we’d known you had liquor out in the kitchen, we wouldn’t have shut ourselves up, away from you,” she said. *Tf I’d known you had drinkp in Mother’s house, I’d have poured them down the sink?' "Carrie Nation!" exclaimed Flossie “And how about a little coffee, this morning? Have you put it on? Or don’t you believe in drinking coffee, either?” She got out of bed holding one hand to her head, and put on her pink kimono and her little slippers. ' “You’d better not waste your time drinking coffee,” Mary Rose called to ber as she starts! down the stairs. “It's time you starting to work.” There was no answer, and when Mary Rose went down into the kitchen ten minutes later, Flossie was sitting with her feet up on the oven door, as she drank her coffee and looked over the morning paper. “aood-by, Prompt and Punctual," she called lazily over her shoulder as Mary Rose turned to go. “Tell Miss MacFarlane that I’ll be a little late I this morning will you?” At 4 o’clock that afternoon Miss

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MacFarlan© came downstairs and stood before Mary Rose’s desk. Her attitude was that of a woman who had reached the end of her rope and her patience. “I thought you said Flossie was coming to jvork today,” she said, cutting /off her words sharply. Mary Rose looked up In surprise from sonjfe letter she was typing for John Manners: “I did say that.” “Well, she’s not here. She hasn’t been down all day,” Miss MacFarlane went on, pursing up her mouth as if she had a piece of alum in it. “And I’m not going to keep her working for me, Mary Rose! She isn’t here half the time, and when she is here, her mind’s so full of silliness that’s she’s not fit for work!” Without another word she marched upstairs like a wooden soldier in a marionette show. • • • That night as she walked up New York St. toward home, Mary Rose met Aunt Henny Blair. The minute she saw Aunt Henny she knew she had some choice morsel of gossipto tell. She began to talk before she reached the girl. ‘Thatetotellovou this,” she began, her words running together as they tumbled out of her mouth, “but Flossie's had some man visiting her all afternoon! He came in a great big blue car and he brought a big bouquet of flowers all wrapped up in'•a lavender box! I saw him come and I saw him go, just a few minutes ago! He was a great big fhan, very nicely dressed and with gy hair! Now, do you

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