Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 39, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 June 1926 — Page 8

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o Ilf 0 99 Business-iisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

. The names In this story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as rewirmif to any particular person, place or firm.

FLnw THIS FIRST T(y<\Z: v mart rose middletfrs tw f> npstty sisters, the daughlim l mother. Both of' Compnfi^' 11 ivT tlie Automobile W S k*p the files under to SAM ‘ TwoeSfe ANE - Shc > s engaged I>UXT=ri ,? SUP - secretary to HILARY Bany. “ • l,ie President of the coni''I Ax r-n-iw?®® is Stenographer for JOHN in lo\VVd3i, si® Wes manager, and is BORIS But he is engaged to rime "Ytß.aeeording lo rumor. As *Uenfj<ii /?’*s snows more and more ills, •"ary Rose, and She TeI'OM Ao.nUer Os marriage ' from DR. tVith j,w7 KU ' ■ who lms been in love toing jg J° r JggfS. But Tom says he's she oil courting her. Op a Hr,l2^ rw^ra that Flossie is carrying • iiarv 1 ® 8S harmless affair with d'e-n.pvi 'w r - ' vll ° is and midtJie blatters reacli a climax when out of ro,L Ut3l ? r - MR3 - MIDDLETON, is and *‘ ,r her brother’s funeral, house m?? ln /mtertains Dexter at the •lutn* m n ? t ert,oon ' When Mary Rose ring fiw m Tx^r om work she shows her a Ma?y TL Dex . t<>r has given her and rj ' ! '' ; Vnl S L returns it to hitrr. Flbssie with C *? leav ® home mid go to live •roll ABICE JAMES, a gay Bivt But shc doesn't, of Dcvtn a °n~ timu she hears nothing ! t'arn ,7 BH , far us Mary Rose call t'om imao <njr when the two girls and diyL ill,, urc on a picnic. Flossie miff',l, the 1 waters of Yellow Creek after nV.? 11 route up. Stun plunges in drivLV ‘ ! , n d nulls her out.. Dr. Tom i t'vS, “Slt'omp. and witli the lielp of hoi5 T £P rjirv PLAIR. the neighbor-l>-a?c, S 7 88ln - f®** her into bed and then nitni mke bis rounds at the hosoaiSr -w' V ” 1 "be is gone. Aunt Henny sir- s nJ Irv 1rv Rose to tell her that Flos<aud 1 ‘'sinking spell.” Frighto. Mary Rose dashes upstairs* -onysir on with the stoey CHAPTER XX Flossie s teeth were e&atteritag-, strut tii ehooft with &er trembling.. tier face,, that had been white before, was ashen gray now.. Her Kps '' ere S'fay and gray shadows lay cru 1 er her sunfcen eyes. rs that fool hoy had let me give her some brandy, this wouldn't hare happened.”' Aunt Henny said, with a nod of her head. “But,nt hot m give her some now,' or know the reason why!” Mary Hose was too frightened to speak. She was strre that Flossie was roing to And she stood frt •tn agony and watched Aunt Henny bold Flossie's lips open with two ■d her fat fingers, while she poured rorne of the brandy into her mouth Then she pinched her noge to make her swallow it. “Don’t stand there, doing nothing, child!” she said sharply to Mary Hose. “Go downstairs and send a wire to your mother. Tell her to come home! Can’t you see Flossie's dying?' Mary Rose ran down to the telephone in the lower hall and called Western Uni op. ETen through her fear and distress, she remembered how telegrams frightened her mother and she made this one as casual as

Ie not very well. Thinks per- * should come home.” jprds. She added another F—“Dove”— and signed it name. ffijjl-led from the telephone MEjLYFitzroy hopping— -hop- ; word for it—from the sunlight on his auburn hair as he came up the front walk seemed unreal to Mary Hose. The whole day, and everything in it, were part of a dream to her—a hideous nightmare. She felt as if she had stood there before, in the doorway, and called to him, “Oh, Tom, hurry! Flossie's dying!’’ And sh e filled with resentment that he didn't rusli up the stairs at once, but stopped to hold her in his arms for a second. “Now, you cut out this excitement —or you’ll be down nick, yourself, Rosey,’’ he said, patting her shoulders, comfortably, “She’s not dying— and she isn't going to die. She’s probably having another chill, that’s all.” He was right. And in fifteen minutes Flossie was comfortably sleeping again—to the surprise of Aunt Heirny, who took her recovery as a personal insult, and marched home, carrying her 9melling salts, her menthol pencil and her brandy flask with her. “She would never have lasted ten * seconds, if it hadn't been for me and my brandy. And you can tell your smart young doctor I safid so!” she told Mary Rose and went down the front steps with her nose in the air. “I won't come in again, I can see I’m not wanted!” Mary Hose sat alone by the side o£ Flossie's bed. Flossie still looked ns if she were about to breathe her last, and Mary Rose was startled when she suddenly opened her great blue eyes and spoke to her. ft “Box in my danciWg slippers—- ■ hide it,” was all she She looked lit Mary Rcse for a moment, [WOMAN COT” ' QUERSFEARS Husband Delighted and Home Happier N “Here Is a little advice I would like to have you put in the papers,” Mrs.

Jack Lorberter of 704 Dellwood Place, St. Paul, Minn., wrot9 to the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Company. “If young women want to ke e p their health and strength for the next thirty years of their lives, it is best to start

in right now and take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. I have tried the Compound myself and received fine results.” In describing her condition hefore taking the Compound, she writes, “I was afraid in my own house in broad daylight, I used to lock the doors and pull down the shades so that nobody could see me.” One day a booklet advertising the Vegetable Compound \v”as left on her porch and (-‘'e read it through. In so doing, sio found a letter from a woman wt S9 condition was similar to her o wr. “I bought the Vegetable Compound,” lire, Lorberter continued, “and have had fine results. The condition I wa3 in made me a burden to my husband. Now I ask “How is housekeeping?”and he says, “It 1b just like being in Heaven!” j*, —■Adverttatpient,

ffowned, find then glovvly her long black lashes closed over the blue eyes. At first Mary Rose thought- she had spoken In delirium, but when she went into the clothes closet and picked up Flossie’s little black satin slippers, she felt something hard in the too of one of them. She drew it out.- s it was A Small White tx>x and In it were two rings—-the sapphire ring that Mary Rose had once returned to Hilary Dexter, and another, a cheap little gold Plug set with a (modest -diamond. "Now, Where did She get that, do you suppose?” Mary Rose turned the little diamond ring around and around in her Angers. Still holding it. she tiptoed out into the bedroom, with its shtkutde-i- lbnhta- and drawn curtains. "Flossie, dear-.'* Hon eoloo was lit--tie more than a whisper.- "Can you hear me?' Where did you get this diamond ring From gam-? Wouldn't you like ft on-your Anger?*’’ Flossie did rot- move for a long minute, then- she shook her head, but no sound Atmo from- her pale Ups.She kept fees' .-eveiot,. By noon- ffiht next- day, Flossie had a fever sfe£ a- fettle hacking cough. "Nofhtng’ (tv Worry about,’’' Tom told Mrs.- Sfiiddfcston, in his best bedside mawserv .*$ he took- her' temperature (Counted her pulse. "It's just a tcvefe bronchitis and has nothing to do With her' mermaid stunt yesterday.- She probably would have had it-, anyhow, because she’d been lying around for hours in a wet fca-Shfog shit when we got there, ireep her Warm and she’ll be *ll tight,” Aunt iithtry Blair watched him daYkly, as lie Went down the stairs. She hail ttet kept her promise never to darken the doors of the Middleton house again so long as She lived—for she had knocked at the kitchen door that morning before seven, and had been Sitting In Flossie’W room ever sines, The rocking chair she had pulled t-'p beside the bed creaked under her Weight as she satMhei ■wrapped In a Paisley* shawl and blinked eWspP-y with her little black eyes, "IfWere sick I wouldn’t have him, if he Were the last doctor on earthl” she said, as they heard Tom close the front door, “Here’s Flossie half-dead from exposure and he treats her as if all she had were a little cold on chest”’ She snorted angrily, “And that's all I have, as a matter of fact,” Flossie retorted, coughing a little as she Speke. “My stars! You all treat tne as if I were going to pass on to ft happier land’ most any minute, Mother rushes home front Springfield ftnd Mary Rose stays away from Work! Bid you phone the office that I Wouldn’t be there today, Mary Rose?” Mary Rose, w£© was wandering if Aunt Henny was going to stay for lunch, nodded, “I told Miss MacFarlane happened to you,” she said. “I know that if I told her everybody else In the place would hear of It in less than fifteen minutes,” It was ftt the precise moment that the doorbell rang and the florist’s boy brought the first of the flowers that so delighted and mystified Mrs, Middleton ter the next ten days, “They’re for you, Flossie!” Mary Rose cried, as eh© laid the ’one. white pasteboard box all tied '': with green satin ribbon, on Flossie’s j bed, "I Wonder who in the world could have Bent such flowers!”

And then, ns she opened tho box and saw that lay within It, she knew who had sent them! For they were soft, velvety roses of a rich crimson color. The kind that is named "The American Beauty " It had been American Beauty roses that Hilary Dexter had brought to the house weeks before, on the day When he had given Floss:© the Sapphire ring! "Isn’t there any card in them?" asked Aunt Henny, hot on the trail of another scandal. Fcr.-she knew, as they alt knew, that Sam .Tesstfp never e r, Uld have afforded to buy roses with stems a yard long, for his Flossie, “No, there isn’t," Flossie answered, "Maybe the folks at the office took a collection to send them to me," She wipked at Mary Rose as she said it, "Hmro!" They must think an aw ; ful lot of you, to spend money like j that on you,” retorted Aunt Henny, who was nobody’s fool, "They couldn't have sent grander flowers, if they'd been for your funeral!” There were more flowers the next day and the next. And by the end of the week the Middleton house smelled like a flower store. "Whoever is sending these flowers i to Flossie certainly seems to think j a great deal of her,” Mrs. Middleton remarked to Mary Rose on Saturday ! night, as they sat by the kitchen j table, doing the week’s mending. "In j all my life, I’ve never had as many! flowers as she’s had in this one ■ week. And such flowers, too! My, they must be costing someone a small fortune!” Mary Rose went on sewing in silence. Tho noises of the little house went on around them, as they sat there, each busy with her own thoughts. The clock ticked drowsily and the hotwater faucet In the sink dripped at intervals. From upstairs came the sound of Flossie singing. "Who Takes Care of the Caretaker’s Daughter?” “She shouldn’t be using her voice like that, hoarse as she is,” Mrs. Middleton remarked, frowning. “Her throat’s like red flannel. Inside.” And then, as if she had something Dn her mind and had decided to get it off at any cost she leaned across the table and spoke sharply to Mary Rose. “How much do you carr about, Tom Fitzroy. Mary Rose?” she began. The girl looked up. her dark blue eyes wide with surprise. “Why—why, I think a great deal of Tom,” she apswered, but in her tone there was none of the thrill

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that is in a woman’s voice when she speaks of the man she loves, "No one could help liking Tom,” 1 Mrs. Middleton threaded her needle before she spoke again. Then she asked quietly, "Do you love him enough to marry him?” Mary Rose shook her dark, glossy head, with its band of smooth hair that shone like satin in the lamp light, "No,” she frankly, "I don’t. He asked me to, just a couple of months ago. TfcNhad a house all picked out. But I told him—l told him I couldn’t marry him. You see mother, much as I like Tom, I d*n’t love him.” "I’m very glad of that,” Mrs, Middleton replied, and Mary Rose looked up, puzzled. Always before this, her mother had urged her to marry Tom Fitzroy. What could have changed her? “Because,” Mrs. Middleton went on, "I think Tom is grow-lng to care so Mary Rose laughed. "Oh, nonsense!” she said tersely, “Yes, but I do!” her mother said with emphasis. "He comes here every morning, rain or Bhine, to see her.” p “That’s because she’s sick,” Mary Rose laughed. "A doctor can’t neglect his patient. Especially when she has sore throat and bronchitis and neuralgia all at 6nce!” s “Well, then, who 'sends her the roses?" Mrs. Middleton asked. "The only young man we know who can afford to send a girl flowers like those is Tom Fitzroy! An| I’m sure he’s sending those flowers to Flossie!”

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Mary Rose was speechless. She sat staring at her mother, listening to her soft voice weaving an impossible romance around Flossie and Tom Fitzroy, “You know, I’ve been telling you for months that you’d lose Tom, if you weren’t nicer to him than you’ve beenl,’’ she was saying, "You’re a pretty girl and a nice girl, Mary Rose, but you haven’t much sense when it comes to dealing with men. You’re too matter-of-fact with them!” • "Yes? Go on. Mother,” the girl prompted her when she paused for a moment. "Men don’t like that.” Mrs, Middleton went on, "They like a girl to try to please them —and you know, Flossio has soft little ways that men think are awfully cute. I’ve noticed her with Tom lately, and there’s no doubt that he’s awfully fond of her!” Mary Rose laughed again. "Mumsie, you sound just like the ‘Advice' to the Love-lorn’ column in the paper,” she said, getting up and kissing the top of her mother’s head. "And maybe Tom is sending those roses, and maybe he isn’t. But onfc thing’s certain—he’d marry me tonight if I’d let him.” "He sure would!” boomed a voice behind them, and they both jumped. Tom stood there, in the open doorway, grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, I dare you to jump in the car —and we’ll go and have the preacher make youVuiine!" (To Be Continued) Flossie thinks she lias , a third man on her string in Mono ay’s installment. . /

SALESMAN SAM—By SWAN

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES—By MARTIN

FRECKLES AND ins FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

L WEEKLY SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON Is Book of Genesis Accurate Version of Creation?

. The International Uniform Sunday School Lesson for June S7. The Permanent Menu 9 °f Genesis Golden Text: Romans ts-SS. By William E. Gilroy, D. D., Editor of the Oongregatlonalist. The permanent value of the book of Genesis is,' as its name implies, to be found in its story of beginnings. But someone will ask, is this story of beginnings authentic? Is it a scientific record of how the world came into existence, and is it a historical record of what actually happened to a human pair who began the human family and to a few patriarchs and their retainers who lived In a distant age? Let us say at once that the significance of the book of Genesis is far deeper than such questions as these would Imply. % lt is primarily a his-i tory of spiritual ideals and spiritual movements. The acount of creation Is not a scientific account in the sense in which we speak of science today, though one should realize that this prinfitive story of creation anticipated modern science in its conception of creation as a gradual and orderly process, a bringing of order out of chaos. Asa basal fundamental conception, science has gone beyond that, though through the testimony of the rocks and from various other quarters patient scientific investigation has filled in many of the details of that process. But it should be remembered that this story in Genesis seeks to ac-

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count fort r eat ion in a way in which modern science does not. Modern science describes the process but it does not account for the power and purpose back of the process. What is significant in this story of Genesis is that the process of creation is assigned to spiritual forces, and these spiritual forces are found in personality. The writer postulated being at the center and soul of the universe. Is that a mere guess? Is it not rather a sublime perception of the supreme values of life? What higher fact have we in the universe than personality? ' Man sees himself as ft being with creative powers, with intelligence and will. Is it amazing that he should regard the world as having back of it a Creator? Not to put a Creator back of this universe is to reverse the logic of all fact and life. What is amazing is that in the far off past a religious writer should have expressed so sublime a philosophy of creation and life. It is significant farther, and here we have the very basis of sound religion, that the book of Genesis links this Creator with man himself. What spiritual daring there was in the man who dared to say that he was made in the image and likeness of God! And yet this was a perfectly logical reasoning concerning God from all that man found in himself and

in his own life. If God and ynan have not somewhere a meeting place, if there can be no communion between them, there can be no such thing as intelligent religion. Genesis lays the foundations as deeply and securely as they can be laid, but it should be recognized that upon these foundations the book of Genesis very quickly builds a very high and noble morality,* „ Moral Choice We have, first of all, the conception of moral choice. This is the I essence of the story of the socalled "fall of man.' We have the noble moral conception of the sa I credness of human life—a conception of the sinfulness of murder—a conception to which many in the modern world have not yet attained with the clearness with which ft was asserted in this bookof Genesis. We have the conceptions of unselfishness, peacableness and magnanimity as they are expressed in the character and deeds of Abraham, We have the conceptions of purity of life and Integrity and unselfishness of purpose as expressed In the stbry of Joseph, ' It is remarkable that ouf of a far distant past, pages such as these should have come that clearly and unquestionably blaze the way for the future moral and spiritual development of mankind.

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