Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 40, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 June 1926 — Page 8

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By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

f '-The lla mes in this story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as releinng to any particular person, place or firm.

and MARY ROSE MIDDLEepis two pretty sisters, the dau&hth^„° fa widowed mother. Both of Compan° rk lor the Dexter Automobile M lei? 8 ? I .® helps keep the files under JKSSCP. secretary to HILARY I'EArER the head of the company. I'M 1 !?’ Rose is stenographer for JOHjs i,, i EKS - the sales manager and Is injure with him. although the office Bav he's engaged to DOIUS !, t*\lu. As time goes on. he becomes '•reatl.v interested in Mary Rose, and when TOM FITZROY. a young doctor, asks her to marry him. she refuses him. Slie discovers that Flossie and Hilar J i’exter arc carrying on a serious nut a a Don. and that he has been making Flotj®ii’ valuable presents, among them a sapphire ring. Mary Rose returns it to Dexter, and for a long time they do not see each other, so far as Mary Rose knows. . °he Sunday the two girls go on a picnic with Sam and Dr. Tom and while in swimming Flossie almost drowns. Sam saves her and Dr. Tom takes care of her through the attack of bronchitis that follows. . And Mary Rose discovers that r 10 ®® 1 ? has the sapphire ring once more, ana not only that but another ring— a little diamond. She is eure that Sam did not give it to her. because she refuses to wear it. but keeps it hidden ui a little box. Every day a boUQiiet of roses come for Flossie. Mary Rose knows that they're from Dexter, but the K'Jj 8 mother. MRS MIDDLETON, who never dreams tiiat Flossie would have an affair with a married man. thinks T " m . |® sending them, and has transferred his affections from Mary Robo to f‘of? I ®,- Rut Tom makes it perfectly plain that Mary Rose is the sister with whom he s m love, when he calls at the house one night, and laughingly dares her to get married then and there. NOW GO ON' WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXI Mary Rose laughed up at him, as she shook her head. “No can do, she answered. “For one thing, Ive made up my mind to be an old maid. And, besides, I'd look sweet getting married in this old thing, wouldn . [?“ She held up a fold of her faded blue housedress. “No, thanks, if ever I do get married, I shall have white satin and orange blossoms and—” “You’d look sweet to me, if you were getting married in a burlap bag, provided that you were marrying me:’’ Tom interrupted, and she saw by the look In his eyes that he meant it. “And if you won’t marry me tonight. will you go for a drive anyway?’’ lie went on, and then suddenly stopped. Isn’t that Flossie s dulcet tone coming from the upper regions?” They listened. “Is that Tom?” she was asking, from the head of the stairs. “Nobody else,” he called to her. “What do you want, patient?” “I’m not a patient—l’rr. an impatient! And I want you!” she answered. “I want you to give me something for rry throat —it feels very icky, tonight. Don’t bother to come up— I’ll be down right away.” “Right away” lengthened into fifteen minutes. And then Flossie ; appeared in the doorway, wrapped In a pink wool kimono, and holding two deqks of cards in her hands. ""Come on in the.-back parlor, and J we'll play some double solitaire,” she | said, looking meltingly at Tom. “I | Just took some of your nasty gargle, upstairs, and my throat feels much better. So come on, Dear Doctor, and I’ll win your pennies from you!” Mary Rose looked at her. There was no doubt that Flossie had dressed herself for Tom that night. She had tinted her pale cheeks with rouge, and htr lips with carmine. Her hair stood out around her head like a halo of sunshine, and she had wound Mary Rose’s imitation pearls around her little w'hite neck. “I belelve she Is trying to vamp old Tom a little, at that,” she thought lazily, as the two disappeared Into the back parlor. “Not because she cares a flip about him, but Just because he’s a good looking male —and I wonder if he’ll fall for it.” __ In her heart, she was sure he ■gfouldn’t. Other girls had tried their lures upon Tom, and he had never given them so much as an encouraging glance. He simply didn’t see them —for he wag that rarity, a ’’one woman” man! And she, Mary Rose Middleton, happened to be for him the one girl in the world. She always had been, and the chances were that she always would be. WOULD FAINT. SO VERY WEAK Lady Says She Found Cardui “The Very Thing” for Her When in a “Terribly Run- , Down Condition.” ‘’"Cardui has done so much for my health I feel that I am deeply In debt to it,” says Mrs. W. E. Stewart of Henry Ulver, N. C. “I was In a terribly rundown condition. My back ached and I lut'd frequent smothering spells. I lost weight until I was down to 108 pounds. I would sometimes faint from sheer weakness. “I just could not get started on the uphill road, somehow. I felt like 1 was in chains. I tried many things, but somehow nothing helped me. I was very despondent. 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But nevertheless a queer little pang of disappointment shot through her a few minutes later, when she went into the back parlor with a plate of cookies and some lemonade. For Flossie and Tom were both try> ing to play a card on the same ace, and above the table their hands had met —and held. Flossie pulled hers away with a giggle of embarrassment as Mary Rose came into the cozy little room with its lamplit table and its rows of books, its bright cushions and vases of flowers from Mary Rose’s tiny garden at the back of the house. And that night when Tom had gone and the two girls were In the kitchen washing up the plates and lemonade glasses, Flossie about it to Mary Rose. “Do you know, it’s the funniest thing—but If I tell a lie, it nearly always comes true,” she said solemnly. Then as Mary Rose made no answer she went on to explain what | she meant: “The other day, just | in fun, I was telling mother that Tom had a little case on me. And it certainly begins to look as if he has, doesn’t it?” Mary Rose went on scalding dishes. “Does it?” she asked, indifferently. “Well, you ought to know! You saw him trying to hold my hand tonight when we were playing cards!” Flossie answered sharply. Mary Rose laughed. “I thought you were holding his. That’s the way it looked to me!” She turned suddenly, and looked at Flossie with great seriousness in her lovely eyes. , "Now, look here. I know all your little methods of man-catching, Flossie—and I know exactly how pretty you are and how attractive you are to men, to most men. And if you care for Tom, and if you can get_ him, you’re welcome to him!” she said, polishing a plate that was already shining. Flossie broke in with her light little laugh that was like the sound of wavelets breaking on a sandy beach. “Why, I don’t care for Tom, Damb Child,” she answered gayly. "The only man Jn this wild world that I care a flip about is Sam Jessup. I wonder where Sam was tonight. Funny that he didn’t call up.” Mary Rose turned out the light and they went'upstairs through the dark house. When they reached their room, she went straight to the 1 bottom drawer of the old walnut dresser and opened it. It was in this drawer that she and j Flossie kept their “party clothes” j —and from under a filmy chiffon pet- | ticoat she took a small white box. It was the jeweler’s box that Flos-1 sle had asked her to hide ’•a week before. “If you think so mfcch of Sam Jes- ; sup, what are you doing with this ring of Mr. Dexter’s?” she asked, j opening it so that the star sapphire ! and the little diamond shone like j two eyes on the white velvet linirTg. j Flossie turned a deep shade of j pink. ”Oh, I forget about thar. ring,” she bteathed. “I meant to toll you about it. He sent it back to me she day after you returned it to him, and I’ve been wondering what to do with it ever since.” “You’ve got to give it back to him!” Mary Rose answered, frowning. “You won’t even have to explain why you’re doing it! He knows he shouldn't give you a thing like that —or anything else! These roses he sends you! Mother thinks Tom’s sending them to you! She thinks Tom’s fallen a victim to your wiles —” Flossie laughed. “I know it. Isn’t it rare?” she asked, as she ran a wet comb through her “permanent” wave to make it curlier than ever. She stood before the mirror of the old dresser, turning her head this way and that, as she combed her hair. She- widened her eyes and then shut them almost, so that they were only a gleaming line between her lashes. “I am pretty!” she said, as if she were talking to herself. “And it’s lovely to be pretty while it lasts! Oh, Mary Rose, it's wonderful to know that everywhere you go, people are looking at you—” She caught the look that Mary Rose gave her in the glass, and stopped abruptly. “Mary Rose is jealous of me, because Tom’s in love with me,” she told her mother the next morning. What was more, she believed it. And so she was enormously surprised that afternoon, when Tom drove up to the house to take Mary Rose out for a ride' in his “stink-wheel,” as he called the fine automobile he drove. “I want Mary Rose to see the house the’s going to live in when we’re married,” he said boldly to Mrs. Middleton. It’s about five miles out from town. Cutdst little place you ever saw—all trees and bushes and while picket fence! I never pass it that I don’t seem to see Mary Rose working around the garden, or standing in the doorway—” “And that’s all you ever will see of me in it! Just what you see in your imagination!’’ Mary Rose told him, as she came down the stairs, with her coat over her arm. “Don’t you think you can bulldoze me into marrying you, by offering me a house, Tom Fitzory! I’m going to

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be an old maid and take care of mother —’’ The door of the house closed upon her words, as Tom raced her out to his car. ‘‘No, I've made up my mind that there won’t be any more hemming- and hawing about our getting married,” he said, as he guided it through the dense Sunday traffic. ‘‘You forget this John Manners — he’s engaged to another girl, anyway. My mother told me so the other day. She knows the girl— Doris Somebody-or-other.” “Oh, does she? And does she like her?” Mary Rose was all breathless interest now. For weeks she had been wondering what this girl of John Manners’ was like under her soft blonde beauty. “Is she nice 7” ‘How do I know? I didn’t ask her,” Tom answered in his bluff way. “I never ask her about girls. The only gn - l I’m interested in is this girl!” He reached over and pressed her hand until it hurt. They drove under arched trees up to the little white house that was Tom's heart’s desire. “I shouldn't do this,” Mary Rose kept thinking, as she l't him lead her from room to room. “I ought to tell him definitely that I’m not going to live here, ever! That I’m not going to marry him, ever!” But, somehow, it was so hard to do.it, with Tom’s eyes looking at her tenderly, with his arm around her •is they stood at the big window of the old-fashioned parlor to see the beautiful view beyond, with his voice telling her how much he loved her, (To Be Continued) Tom tries desperately to get Mary Rose to marry him, In tomorrow’s installment.

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