Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 43, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 July 1926 — Page 10

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Business Kisses v By BEATRICE BURTON Author of ‘‘Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

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

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Both ol them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Flossie helps keep the files under MISS MACFARLANE, and she is engaged tt? SAM JESSUP, who is secretary to HILARY DEXTER, the president of the company. A * xt Mary Hose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS, the sales manager, and is in love with him. although the office gossips say he is engaged to DORIS HINIG, an heiress. Because of her feeling for Manners. Mary Rose refuses a repeated offer of marriage from DR. TOM 3?ITZShe discovers that Flossie has been meeting- Hilary Dexter outside the office and that he has given her several presents. among them a sapphire ring. Mary Rose insists that she return the gift to Dexter, who is married and a father or grown children, and Flossie does, after threatening to leave home and go to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. But she does and for a long time Mary Rose tlfinks that the Dexter affair has blown over. For Flossie apparently devotes herself to Sam. with an occasional attempt to fascinate Tom and John Manners. Flossie tries to attract men with the same simplicity that a flower blooms, according to the girls mother. MRS. MIDDLETON, who spoils he One'day MaeFarlane comes crying to Mary Rose, and tells her thatbecause of *FI ossie. she is leaving the Dexter company. She. had askecTMr. Dexter to get ner another assistant instead of the lazy Flossie, and instead of Flossie he had scolded Miss MaeFarlane, who decided to leave. Before she goes she tells Mary Rose that FloMte has been meeting Mr. Dexter, outside the office dialy for weeks. And then one day Mary Rose comes upon her sister ana Mr. Dexter on the stairs. Flossie is m DCX NOW GO*ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXIV Mary Rose stepped back without a sound. Her only thought was, to get out of sight of the shameless pair on the landing just as fast as she could. 1 And it was not until long moments afterward, as she sat at her desk with her head bowed over her typewriter that her lips quivered and her cheeks grew hot with shame — Flossie’s shame. She felt as guilty as if she herself, instead of Flossie, had just been in Hilary Dexter’s arms. She felt as if she never could lift her head again and look people proudly and foarlesly in the eye, so heavy was her sense of disgrace of Flossie's disgrace that seemed, somehow, to be her disgrace, also. For they had always been so close —she and Flossie—that their lives had burned with a single flame. They had shared poverty and pleasures, slept in the same room, talked over their beaus and their hopes and their daily happenings, together. Their lives h*4 been like one life. And not until this moment had Mary Rose realized that suddenly Flossie had become a stranger to her —that she really knew nothing at all about this girl who was her own sister! $ She looked at her as if she were an utter stranger a few minutes later, when Flossie came downstairs with anew blue felt hat on her yellow hair, anew swagger bag slung over her arm. _ She looked her up and down, from head to foot, as if she had never laid eyes on her befoie. There was no scorn, no disgust in her sac but curiosity. "Flossie," she asked slowly, ‘what kind of a girl are you, anyway?” Flossie raised her eyebrows. 1 m the kind of a girl that men—remember”’ she chanted to .the tune of a popular song. “Why, dearie? What makes you ask?"' ‘ Don’t you know?” Mary Rose asked, and Flossie shook her beautifully sculptured head impudently. “All right, then. I'll tell you what makes me ask —I saw you and Mr. Dexter out on the stairs. •‘Oh —” Flossie wrinkled her little nose. “Silly, wasn’t it?” She tried to hide a smile. \ "1 wouldn’t call It silly. I thought it was beastly!” )&£y Rose answered hotly. “To let a married man—a man old enough to be your father —kiss you, and make love to you! I guess Miss MaeFarlane was right—” “He did not kiss me!” Flossie stamped her little foot in Its ridiculous slipper. “As long as you were sneaking arvound to spy on me, you might, have stayed for the final close-up. He did not kiss me!" “I saw him.” Mary Rose went on, “so you needn't bother to lie to me, Flossie. But I wish you’d tell me this—Why did you let him do it?” She really wanted to know. Flossie shrugged her slim shoulders. "Oh. I don’t know.” she said vaguely. “Why does anybody to anything? Excitement, I suppose. And you know, Mary Rose, you’d be flattered to death if the Big Boss noticed you—” Mary Rose shook her head. C “I would not,” she broke in. “And

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what’s more, he wouldn’t notice me, or you, or any other girl, unless she put herself right in front of him! It isn’t the men who the love making, really. It’s the women who start things—always—” m Flossie’s blue eyes narrowed, and her chin set itself firmly.’" “What are you trying to say? That I chased after Mr. Dexter?” she asked. “Do you really think I did, honestly?” * The older sister nodded her head and met her look with calm grave eyes. “I do think so! You remember what Miss MaeFarlane said? That Mr. Dexter never looked at a girl around here for fifteen years until you came along and flirted with him?” Flossie laughed her clear laugh that was as Innocent as the pleased gurgle of a baby. “Well, look at the girls around this ptace!" she shrilldfi. “They’re the worst looking crowd I ever saw. If J do say it, I’m the only one of the lot who wouldn’t stop an eight-day clock!” With that parting shot she started away, swaying like a model In a style show as she went. But halfway to thf door she turned and sauntered back. There was a cruel little smile on her red mouth as she had the air of a person who means to spefUc her mind. “You might Just paste this in your hat, too —I never had to do any chasing after any man!” she remarked blightingly. “Dex is cr-r-razy about me. He’d give me the moon on a silver platter if I asked him for it! But speaking of chasing—l suppose you haven’t been doing your best to get John Manners away from that Doris Hinig girl, hmm? I know! I’ve watched you!” “I?” Mary Rose started at her in blank astonishment. “I?” "Yes, you, Innocence! I’ve seen you simpering around, rolling your eyes loose in their sockets, trying to get him to notice you,” Flossie answered sharply. “He may not-be married but he's the next thing to it—and before you bawl me out for playing around with Dex, you’d better watch your own step! That's all.” ‘‘Oh, no—” Mary Rose put up one hand as if to ward off a blow. What Flossie said couldn't be true, could it? She never had ‘‘rolled her eyes loose in their sockets” at John Manners, had she? She had never shown him that she loved him by any word, look or sign, had she? She had tried so hard to guard her secret — She sat. sick with misery, staring at the door of the office as it closed behind Flossie. And later in the afternoon, when Manners rang for her, it took all her nerve to walk Into the office and transcribe some letters he had for her. • * • And then one day a little thing happened that filled Mary Rose with_ happiness. It happened one warm rainy night at closing time, just as she was straightening her, desk and getting ready to go ho(#e. Manners came out of his office and stood before her, smiling his gray eyed smile that always made something stir far down in Mary Rose’s heart. “I want you to do something for me. will you?” he asked. She looked down at some papers he held and put. out her hand for them. “Os course,” she said. But he shook his head. “No, it’s something for me this time—not for the Dexter Company,” he said. “Will you do it?" “Os course! But what is it?” Mary Rose laughed. The melancholy, heavy feeling she had had for days left lie's suddenly. She felt light and gay and sparkling. Her spirit soared like, a bubble blown out into the sunshine. “Well, I wonder if you’d go home with me tonight and read to mjf mother for an hour, or if you're not too tired. You know she's an invalid, don't you? And I’ve told her what a lovely voice you have. You’ll come, won't you?”' “I haven’t a lovely voice, but I'll come—” Mary Rose began eagerly and then stopped. All the eagerness and joy died out of her face, as something that FloSsie had said to her a few days before flashed across her brain like a sub-title across a movie screen. “I suppose yQU haven’t been doing your best to get John Manners

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away from that Hinig girl, hmm?” Flossie had asked. “I’ve seen you simpering around him!” Mary Rose dropped her eyes. Her finger moved along the edge of her desk, as if she measured her words for her answer. "You see, Miss Hlnlng usually comes over to read to Mother a couple of times a week,” John Manners went on as If he could read her thoughts. “But she's been visiting in New York for ten days ftnd Mother misses her. They’ve been reading ‘Anna Karenina’ together.” That settled it for Mary Rose. If she were only going to take Doris Hining’s place In her absence, what harm could there be in going to John Manners’ house to read to his mother? Her smile fllashed up at him. "I’ll be ready in a jiffy. Just wait ’til I put my hat on—” Down in the washroom Flossie was getting ready to go home. "Let me borrow come, of your powder,” Mary Rose said breathlessly. “I’m going over to Mr. Manners’ house to read to his mother, and I mustn’t have a shiny nose—” She laughed excitedly. Flossie’s eyes widened until they seemed twice their natural size. “Well, aren’t you getting to be the village vamp?” she asked with shrill surprise. “Going to meet Mother noja* hmm? First thing we know you’ll b 4 havings ‘Mrs.’ on your calling cards —‘Mrs. John Manners,’ eh wot?” - Mary Rose squelched her with a i look. "Please tell Mumsie that I’ll be a

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little late. Maybe she’ll leave my supper in the hot closet?” she called as she ran upstairs. Manners was sitting on her desk waiting for her. When they reached his little house it had an air of festival about it. The shades were drawn and they gleamed golden wlthNthe lights behind them. “Mother knows you’re coming,/ he said ; an his car swung into the wet gravel of the driveway, between dripping hedges of bridal wreath. Inside, the house seemed to smile a welcome. Thpre were orange nasturtiums in a bowl on the hall table and candles flickered on the old marble mantel in the living room. More candles gleamed through the thin silk curtains that covered the glass doors of the dining room. A fat rosy woman in gray linen and white apron opened the door. “Mrs. Bundle, I want you-to meet Miss Middleton.” John Manners said. “Mrs. Bundle is the world’s best cook. She keeps Mother and me so comfortable that we feel as if—” “Go along with you, Mr. John! You and your nonsense!” Mrs. Bundle inter i-upted. She seemed vastly pleased, however, and smiled at Mary Rose as if she were letting her In some delicious joke. “Miss Middleton Is going to stay for dinner, Mrs. Bundle,” John went on, “so I hope that potluck tonight is roast chicken at least.” •Roast lambi” said Mrs. Bundle, “with that mint jelly—” “I can't for dinner—” Mary Rose faltered, “j must go home —”

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