Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 37, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 June 1926 — Page 8

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B bead this first , RMsik ami jury uosk MIDDLE--1 mil pretty sister*. the dausn- / a v. iuowed nmUier. Both ot u,r lll<: Dexltr Automobile si' helps keep the files under B .MACKAULA NK. She is e. ltfwl Htl JESSL'I’. secretary to Ilh-Ain .■ait. the head of the company. :A Koßl . j s Htenoitrapher for JOHN the sales manager, and sis ■bve with him. But lie ia engaged up ner mind whether to keep on for him after he marries liorw. Bio trv to forget him. as the wife of Tm FXTZBOY. a young doctor, who Buts to marry her. She finally tells ghe won't marry linn because ot ■r lore for John Manners. . ghr discovers that Flossie is carrqinft K a flirtation with Mr. Dexter. And Bhcn she begs her to give him UP. I losHa threatens to go to li\e \Mtli her ALICE JAMES. ■ And so the affair goes on. One day Hr]ossie is arrested for speeding m Dex ; Ker's ear. Another time when the girls ■mother is out of town for her brother s ■luneral. Flossie entertains Dexter at tilt ■/house. Mary Hose comes , home from ■work to hear the news of his visit from ■ the neighborhood gossip, AIAI HMV ■NY BLAIK. When sue goes into the ■ house Flossie shows her a sapphire ring I that Dexter has given her,. bpceu*® they re the color ot my eyes, she says. Mary Ro.-e returns the ring to Dexter, and when she eomes bark home she finds Flossie and Alice James packing up Flossie s clothes, as she has made tip her mind to- leave home and share A *Mary^ Rose persuades her not to go, the quarrel is patched up and weeks go br when the older sister is sure i lossio is not seeing Dexter. Aiul then, one day by a trick of crossed wires, she hears the two of them talking over the ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVIII "No, but I thought you were angry with me.’' Flossie was saying in her clear, pretty 'voice. “Do you realize that it’s all of six weeks since I’ve seen you or heard frorrj you!’’ A long -■'pause. Then Dexter s voice: “Well, I though you didn’t wan* to see me, after you sent back my ping. That was a silly thing to do, Flossie! You knew I wanted you to have it." “I didn't send it back,” Flossie answered quickly. “My sister took it away from me that flight. She wouldn't let me keep it. She said if you hiul a..,- rings to give away, you ough£ to give them to your wife —” At the mention of his wife's name, anew note came into Dexter’s voice. “Let’s not talk this over on the phone, Flossie,” he cut' in, nervously. “ Someone may be listening in. I’ll tell you what to and meet me at four this afternoon at the— ’’ And then to Mary Rose’s annoyance she \vas cut off. Central s voice asked “Number, please?” Hhe hung up the receiver and leaned back in her chair, staring thoughtfully into space. • “There’s really nothing more I can do,” she made up her mind. JTve done everything I can to make Floss behave herself —and It’s no use.” Then a vision of her mother photographed itself on her- mind’s eye, the little hard working, blue-eyed mother vho wanted Life to be much more kind to her girls than it had been to her. Mary Rose knew that she would be heart-broken if the black wing of scandal ever brushed against Flossie. And/this queer love affair between the girl and Hilary Dexter was ex- ; aetly the sort of thing that led to terrific scandals, the kind that found their way to the front page of newspapers. With a shudder, Mary Rose remembered headlines she had read, from time to time —“Wife Blames Other Woman,” and the like. She sprang up from her desk and ran upstairs to the files department. Miss MacFarlano was out at lunch and Flossie sat alone on her high stool, cutting out ads from a trade magazine. She smiled so that her eyes crinkled at the corner and the deep dimple at one side of her Imouth showed. She was the very I picture of girlish innocence. “Hello, Mary Rose,” she said. "You look like a storm cloud.” Mary Rose did not intend to mince words. She swept a place i clear, at one end of the table, and down on It, facing Flossie. “Now, then,” she began, her arms folded on her chest. “Did you just

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telephone Mr. Dexter, or did he phone you?” Flossies clear blue gaze never wayerecL It became more innocent than ever. “Why—what are you. talking about?” she asked. The older girl made an impatient movement with her head. "Now, don’t try to hedge, Floss. Tell the truth, for once. You may as well, for I happened to be on the wire just now, and I heard you talking to him.” “Are you going to meet him at 4 o’clock this afternoon?” Mary Rose asked. Flossie put her head on one side, and thought this over, evidently. She began to pile all her little clippings neatly together, and put them Into a large manila envelope. Then she raised her limpid eyes to her sister. “Why, yes, I thought I’d see him just once more,” she answered. “There are two or three things I want to talk over with him. But I’ll be home in time for supper.” And with that Mary Rose had to 'be satisfied. * * • Flossie was as goßd as her word. At half-past six, just as Mary Rose had set the table with cold boiled ham, sandwiches and lcea tea, the screen door slftmmod and she came in. "I deserve a gold medal for com ing home to this,” she said goefd naturedly, as she looked over the table. “I could have stayed out in the country for a chicken dinner at some roadhouse or other, with his Nibs!” Mary Rose smiled at her as she passed the plate of sandwiches. “I’m glad you didn’t,” she answered. “I had lunch today with Sam,” Flossie -said presently, when had finished the simple meal and were sitting out on the front steps in the coolness of tho twilight. “And I he thinks it would he nice if we’d have a picnic on Sunday and go swimming in Y'ellow Creek. How does that appeal to you?” "Muchly—l’ll go and phone Tom and ask him to go—” Mary Rose began, when the telephone inside the house rang. Perhaps that’s Tom now. He ushially calls at this time.” But it was not Tom Fitwoy. The voice that answered her was John Manners’ voice! “You’ve been so very distant and | business-like with me* lately,” he I said, “that I’m almost afraid to ask j you if you’d like to go for a bit of j a drive with me this hot night.” | If he could have seen' his secre- j tary at that' moment he would have j thought her anything but business-1 like. At the sound of his voice, her j cheeks had colored to the deep pink j of a Dorothy Perkins rose, and her j eyes had become dark blue stars. j “I’d love to!” she answered, *and I even over the telephone wire the j breathless eagerness in her voice! must have thrilled him a little. So long as she lives, Mary Rose i Middleton will always remembeiythat j night—the fragrant wind that lifted ! her hair, as she sped along at John , Manners’ side, the purple darkness, the stars like fireflies in the sky above them. “I’ve been weeks making up my mind to do this,” he said to her afteK a quarter of an hour of silence. Far behind them was the town, and before them the open country spread out like a great fan, painted in the somber colors of the night. “To do what? To take me for a in your car?” she asked, trying to make her voice light and careless. “You know that isn’t what I mean!” _ His tone was sharp, almost as if he weFe angry with her. With a sudden twist of his hands, he turned the car in toward the side of th 3 grassy road and shut off the motor. “Talk better this way,” he explained shortly, and turned facing her. “The last time I talked to you I told you that some time I wanted to tell you how things stood between nie and —and Miss Hinig,” he went on. “But you’ve never given me a chance to do it.” “We’ve seen each other every day at the office.”- she parried. “That doesn’t count. At the office, we’re pa"rt of the machinery of the Dexter Company—you and I,’’ he said, surprisingly. She had often thought of herself as part of the machinery—but she had always seen Manners as he was. John Manners, not only the sales manager, but the nicest man she had ever known, besides! And she said this to him n<sw. It took courage to Say it. “I’m glad you do like me," he answered, alnjost humbly, “and I hope you still will lj£e me after I say ’ to you what I’m going to say.” In the half-darkness their eyes met, held for a moment, and then Mary Rose shyly dropped hers, as she listened to the sound of his voice going on: /' “You asked me once if I were engaged to Doris Hinig, and I topi you I was. But that isn’t exactly the truth —I asked her to naari-y me once, about three years ago. And sfte said would when she was sure I honestly cared about her. Y'ou see. it was after*her father had died, and she was afraid that it was only pity that I felt for her--” “Ar.d was it —pity?" Mary, Rose lifted her shadowy eyes to him. He didn’t answer that question, but went on as if he hadn't heard it. •“I suppose I’ve no business tell*ing you all this. But it’s been on my mind ever since that night when you bawled me but for asking you to have supper with me!” He laughed and continued, “You said a~man vjfio was going to marry one girl had no right to ask another to go out with liinp!” ‘'He hasn’t, either,” Mary Rose stuck to her point. “But I don’t know that the first girl is ever going to marry me.” Manners said. “She will,” Mary Rose ‘ answered. Her voice was as heavy as her Heart. What girl, she thought, would be

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foolish enough to refuse him if he proposed marriage to her. “I wonder why he asked her to marry him in the first place,” she asked herself, as they drove hack to town , through the sweet smeliing fields* “He must be in love with her!" • But as he said night to hfer standing at the gate of the brown house he took both her hands, pressed them in his own firm palmV and drew her close to him. She raised her Ups for the kiss she had been waiting for all her life. But he pushed her away from him, suddenly. And then he was gone. * * * Sunday was the hottest day of the hot summer. Flossie ntnd Sam drove out to Yellow Creek early in the. morning, carrying the lunch with them In the Wheezer. And Mary Rose waited until Tbm calk and for her later, when he had made his rounds at Mei;cy Hospital. “Let's have a swim before,we eat," he suggested, as he helped her out of his car! “I'm roasting.” “We’ve had one already," Flossie cried Ijayly. She and Sam, in their wet suitsf were lying on the bank in ,the scorching sunlight. “And now we're trying to get a coat of tan.”_ She looked up at them, her blue, ,hJue eyes shining, and the wind ruffling her yellow curls. Suddenly she sprang up. and ran] toward the water —her white body in

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its red suit, flashing in the sun like silver. “Hey, Sam, let’s go In, 'hgtiin,” she called as sho ran. But Sam shook his head lazily. “Xq, thanks, I’ve had enough for one day,” he drawled. “You’re a regular fish, or a water sprite. What wa the name of the girl who lived on a rock in the water and combed her hair all day?” “The Lorelei,” Flossie answered. “She was quite a siren, so they say!” Yes? Well, then, you're the Lorelei,” Sam answered, sleepily. Flossie shook her head with its soft fluff of curls. “But the Lorelei didn’t have bobbed hair!” laughed over her shoulder, “<Sr a permanent wave, either! Gangway! Gangway!” With a rush, she passed Tom and Mary Rose, and ran to the end of a diving board that overhung the stream a few yards away. There was a streak of scarlet as she flashed through the a if, and disappeared In the water—then a widening circle, and her face appeared for just an instant. Then it'Was gone—- “ She's drowning!” Mary Rose screamed. “Her eyes were shut! Oh! Oooh! Oooh!” An eternity seemed to pass, before she saw Sam Jessup leap into the green! -water. (To be continued.) Hat- Flossie a charmed life? Read tomorrow’s installment.

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