Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 42, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 June 1926 — Page 10

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business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife’*

frJ2"L name * *" this story are purely fictitious and are pet to be taken as rems ,9 any particular person, plaee 9 r Arts,

FLO>wtb EAI ? TH IS FIRST los ,™, 8 and Mary KOSH MIDDLE* tei-s of? nretty Sisters tire (taiisLffork ir 0 *?! 1 mother. Both of them Daily. for th ® Dexter Automobile ComidsSTJP* V, aenretly' engaged lo SAM flflm Tr?° ls secretary to HILARY Sh u^;L t,le PfealAstu of the company, fer V?il 3 , l , n , jUbar department unfEL MACFaSDANE. But she * f^Wdanoli a ft . en .absenL and Miss MacMarv i) to do most of her work. M 18 stenographer to JOHN Sr ffi 9 i I tlle sales manager, and is In is'® M-lth lilm, although the office tros®ir MI SS BROWN and MISS MIN* H i * ay Uiat he is engaged to DORI3 h,!j N 1' a ,F lrl of wealth. Because of fnT ove J" ,r Manners. Mary Rose ve* nn rr?;A' e VCil ts, and offer of marriage from a, TO ; M S TZROY. She discovers that Flossie Is carrying ?n a senojs flirtation with Hilary Destei. who is married and the father of giown children Flossie refuses to wear JD httle diamond engagement ring Sam has bought feu- her. and torinents him by allowing Tim a ®aDPhlre “8 that she weara in its place. 'V hen £!A ry , Rose learns that the ring was a i Dexter, sne returns it to bi® 2 n J *ossie threatens to leave home mm ??,,to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. But she doesn't. . _ une day, on a picnic, she goes swimming. ana almost drowns. Bam saves per and Dr. Tom takes care of her afterward. when she develops a case of bronchitis. Every day while she s 111. flowers conic to her from Dester. but the girl's mother. MRS. MIDDLETON, knowing nothing of Dexter, thinks that Tom has transferred his affections to Flossie mid is sending; them. / , One day after Flossie returns to Work. Him MaeFarlane complains to Dexter about her laziness, and Dexter tells her she’s too “"bossy* and refuses to discharge Floasla, :To Miss MacFiu--laue Quits her Job. Mary Rose goes up to the filing department to And the triOTis oI Bt6ry 8 t6ry • CHAPTER XXIII ‘Well, for heaven's sake! Don’t Stand there staring at me like that: snapped Flossie. "You give me the fidgets!" She wriggled nervously on her high stool, to prove it. "I’m not staring. I’m Just wondering how In the world you're going to hold your job here, alone. I know Miss Mac did most of your work for you," Mary Rose said thoughtfully, as she looked at the little figure. With her fluffy hair, her flowerlike face and her little fluttering hands, Flossie was more like a Dresden china shepherdess than a business woman. She looked curiously out of place against this office background of filing eases and green droplights. And to think that Hilary Dexter had made her head of a department! It was unthinkable. ‘Don’t you worry about me,” she said pertly, with a toss of her lovely little head. “Mr. Dexter’s going to let Sam Jessup help me for a few days until I get the hang of the thing—” Her voice trailed off. and she looked past Mary Rose,' frowning. ‘What do you want, Miss Mac?” she asked, and there was ice in her tones. Mary Rose turned. Miss Mac* Farlane had come back and stood, the picture of misery, just inside the door. “I — I —left my gloves In my— in the desk,” she said tremulously. "I’d like them, please.” Flossie jumped lightly down from her stool, and began to rummage in the old desk that had been Miss MacFarlane’s for fifteen years. "You’re an awful foW, Miss Mac, to get sore and quit, jijst because T was a bit late at lunch time once in a while,” she threw over her shoulder, carelessly. "I told you it wouldn’t do you any good to complain to the Big Boss, didn't I?” There was scorn in the curl of Miss MacFarlane’s dry, colorless lips. “Oh, 1 knew that, before I went to him,” she said. ‘‘Don’t think you pulled the. wool over my eyes, Flossie Middleton!” She turned to Mary Rose and spoke more bitterly than before: “I guess., know It, but she's been meeting Mr. Dexter on the sly, almost' every day fer the last two months, while I’ve been doing her work for her! And this is the thanks I get for it! I lose my job and she gets it!” "Well, It’s your own fault—’’ Flossie began, but there was no stopping Miss MaeFarlane. Her words poured forth in an angry torrent. "I’ve known Hilary Dexter for fifteen long years, and there never was a nicer man until that one"—she waved her hand toward Flossie—"came along!” 'ln her voice and her eyes were all the hatred and resentment that a woman who has never been loved feels for the woman who is irresistibly attractive to men. And in all the world there is no hatred half

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so deadly as this kind that Miss MacFarlane felt for little Flossie Middleton. “You mark my words, she’ll break up his home before she's through with him!” she finished. "She’s no good, that girl! She’s just plain bad, from the soul out!” Mary Rose would have let that pass, but Flossie turned on the older woman with a look of cold fury. She rolled the gloves Into a hard little wad, and threw them at her. They struck Miss MaeFarlane smartly in the face. "There, your old gloves, and scoot!” she cried, and as the woman backed out of the room she rushed to the door and slammed it so that tne pane of frosted glass in It Shook as if in an earthquake, "The long'laoed old sap! I hope I never see her again!" she said, shaking herself. Then, as she climbed back on the high stool, her face became one© more th© amiable, smiling mask it usually was. "I told Dex two weeks ago that I couldn’t put up with her grouches much longer," she remarked, as she took out her little vanity case and rubbed a powder puff across her nose. "I’m going to try to get Alice James In here, to help me. She’s out of a job, right now. What would you wear to the picnic on Saturday, if you were I? Do you think my white crepe would be too fussy? ’ Every year the Dexter Company gave a picnic—a grand affair with dancing and races and games and a picnic "lunch” that was really a banquet. This year it was to be given at HHary Dexter's farm north of the city. The day for It dawned warm and sunny—a perfect day for a picnic, Mary Rose woke early, filled with i the feeling of happiness that holl I days are supposed to bring with them —and sometimes do. She eat up, and Swung herself ] over the side of the bed, and was caught by the reflection of herself s in the long glass in th© clothes j closet door. Dike many another pretty girl who | is in love she had grown actually | beautiful in the last few weeks—the weeks since she had first known j she was in love with John Manners. | There was anew depth in her eyes, I and added sweetness in her smile, i And oh, happiness of happiness! j he was going to drive her out to i the Dexter farm to-day! They I would have an hour alone, driving I through this heavenly morning of brilliant sunshine and green dis tances! - She sang as she took her bath . and put on the plain white linen dress she had bought especially for \ the picitic. "You can drive out with Sam and j me in the Wheezer. If you want to,” j Flossie said to her as they drank J their coffee at the kitchen table, j “The suburban car is sure to be so j dusty. And thre can crowd in the Wheezer!" Mary Rose gave her a radiant smile. “Honey,” she said, and there was a note of sheer joy in her voice, “I’m going to drive out with Mr. Manners. He asked me to, yesterday. Isn’t that dandy?" Flossie whistled. “Hmm!” phe sgld, arching her brows, “I think I’ll have to tell Tom Fitzroy that somebody else is beating his time.” “Don’t be silly!” Mary Rose answered, stacking the dishes in the sink. “Come on, let’s do up the dishes for mother before w-e go.” “All right, you wash 'em and I’ll wipe ’em,” agreed Flossie. ‘But first of all, I must run and put some brilliantine on my hair. I’ll be right down.” ,She ran upstairs and did not come down until an. automobile horn honked out in the street. Mary Rose did the dishes alone. “It’s your Mr. Manners, here for you!” Mrs. Middleton announced, coming into the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright with excitement. She lived her own girlhood over again in the girlhood of Mary Rose and B’lossie, as all mothers do. “My, but he's nice looking. isn’t he?” “Hush, Mother, he’ll hear you!” whispered Mary Rose. > She found John Manners standing in the middle of the hack parlor.

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looking at the rows of books, the bowls of nasturtiums from the gar den and the family portraits as if he found them all very interesting and attractive. “Is this you?” he asked, picking up a photograph of Mary Rose from the center table. It was an old one, taken in her graduating dress. His eyes went from the picture to her face. And in them was the look of a man who has just found something that he has spent a long time looking for. It was a look that stuck. “Mary Rose," he began, and she thrilled to the sound of her own name on his Ups. The door behind him opened, and Flossie put her head around the corner of the door. Her angello blue eyes smiled at John Manners. “Sam’s here, and we’d better get started,” she said in her velvety voice. She gave Manners what Sam called her meet-me-later look, as she came further into the room. .“I always drive with the man who has the biggest car,” she lilted, “and Mary Rose doesn’t care what she goes in, so long as she gets there, so I’ll Just go with you.” John Manners shook his dark, handsome head. “No, thanks,” he said bluntly. But that was not the end of it. When they stood on the sidewalk, ready to get into the cars, she looked ruefully at Sam’s-, old Wheezer, drawn up at the curb behind Manners’ handsome Dexter Eight. "I just hate to ride out t/o the plcnio in thqt old wet smack,” she

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pouted. “Aren’t you going to ask us to ride with you and Mary Rose, Mr. Manners?” “Why, sure, hop in,” Manners answered heartily, but his disappointment was written on his face, and Mary Rose realized that he had looked forward to this alone, just as she had. “Get my sweater! It's on the halj rack,” Flossie snapped at the luckless Sam, when the four had packed themselves Into the big roadster. “And tell Mother to give you my vanity case. I left It up on my dresser." “Gee, who was your Nubian slave last year?” Sam grumbled, as he climbed out of the car. And, say Sam —” “What?” “If you talk that way to me again, I’m not going to the picnic with you, at all! So you'd better watch your step!” she told him briskly. Sam shrank visibly. “Sorry I was cross,” he apologized, meekly. “Sorry.” The four drove out to Dexter farm almost in silence. And Mary Rose was filled with a sense of perverse Joy as she saw the scowl on Manners' face, and realized how much he had wanted to be alone with her! • • • The plcnlo was a huge success, from the viewpoint of every one but Sam Jessup. For all day long Flossie flirted with one at ithe new salesmen, a pink and callciv youth whose sole distinction was/that he could dance the Chaxlestor|

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mighty lucky to get one dance with me, Sammy,” Mary Rose heard her say to Sam as they danced by on the wooden platform near the house. “I hate to fox trot, now that every one's doing the Charleston!” “That pretty little girl in white seems to have all the men on her staff, doesn’t she?" large, florid Mrs. Dexter murmured amiably to Mary Rose, as she sat beside her at lunch. “That's my sister. She Is pretty, Isn’t she?” Mary Rose answered, demurely. Mrs. Dexter flushed and presently got up and wandered away toward Mr. Dexter. So far as Mary Rose'could see, he | barely noticed Flossie Middleton all day. Indeed, he seemed purposely to avoid her, and spent most of hls time dancing heavily with Miss Brown and Miss Minnlck, or playing baseball with the company’s amateur team. “I guess that affair’s about over," Mary Rose declared that night, as she and John Manners drove Flossie and Sam home. She breathed a prayer of thankfulness. “I like that house of Dexter’s,” Manners said to her, when they stood alone, at the door of the house. “I'd like to live in the country, wouldn’t you?” “Yes,” Mary Rose answered, and then on an impulse she told him about the white house in the country that Tom Fitzroy wanted to buy for her. “And are you going to marry him?” Manners asked. She shook her head.

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"I’m going to be an old maid,” she answered quietly. He gave a short laugh. "Not you!” he said. “You’re not the type!” His voice vibrated with something that was very like pain. He pressed her hand and went. * * * The sext Monday at noon, Mary Rose started up the irdh stairs that led to the third floor. She and Flossie were to have lunch together, and she had decided not to eat x because of a teasing headache. But at the bottom of the flight she stopped abruptly at the sound of voices. Mr. Dexter and Flossie stood

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hide by side, leaning against the railing along the landing. "I know you’re cross wth me,” Flossie waa saying petulantly. Dexter shook his head, and drew her into hls arms. "Sure I am,” he answered clearly. “You're going to have a hard time squaring yourself with me.” He murmured something into Flos sie's hair, and then Mary Rose heard him say thickly, “All right, then kiss me—” (To be continued) Flossie, flushed with conceit, plays her game recklessly. See tomorrow's installment. \

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