Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 46, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 July 1926 — Page 8

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

The names in this story are purely fictitious and afo not to be taken as refaring to any particular person, place o r firm.

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Both ot them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. , _ Mary Rose is secretary to tho sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and is m love with him, although the office gossips say he's engaged to a girl ot wealth. DORIS IIINIG. Because of her deep feeling for him, .Mary Rose refuses a repeated offer of marriage from UK. TOM FITZROY, who has long been in lovo with her. _. , . . Flossie, who is a born flirt. l' e -J O B keep te office files under MISS MACFARLANE. She’s engaged to SAM JESSUP, who is secretary to the head of the company. HU, AHA DEXTER. Mary Rose discovers she is having a love affair with Dexter who is marned and the head of a family. When she foibids Flossie to see him, she threatens to leave hom and go to live with liei chum. ALICE JAMES But she doesn't, and for a time Mary Rose thinks the Dexter affair has blown over. But one day Flossie and Miss MacFarlane quarrel over Flossie s laziness. and when Dexter takes the girls part. Miss MacFarlane quits her job. Dexter makes Flossie head of the department. and Alice James comes to help her Under the pair of them the department becomes utter confusion. And one day Mary Rose comes upon Dexter rnaXingr love to I lossio. when she scolds Flossie about it. 11 ossie says it’s not her fault that men fall m loie "’onXii'sht John Manners asks Mary Rose to come to read to hl s who is an invalid, explaining that Doris Hinigwho visually does it Is out of town Mary Rose goes and stays for dinner A Jew days later Doris Hinig appears at tile office, in Manners absence, and makes a point of telling Mary Rose that she expects to marry him soon As Mary Rose sits brooding °. V€ T this, her mother telephones to remind her that it’s an hour past their supper time and that the meal is waiting, bho says that Flossie basn t come home, either, so she must be out with Sam Jessup. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVII Mary Rose switched on the light In John Manners' oifiee and laid Doris’ note and her photograph in the wire basket on his desk. She stood still, for a moment, looking around the familiar room at the ordinary, everyday things that seemed precious and wonderful to her because they were his. Ills brier pipe on the ash tray, his old coat on the rack in the corner, the chair where he sat. She could cloge her eyes and seo him in it, now—his gray eyes that were sb full'of light, the clean lino of his jaw, the dark hair brushed close to his fine head. How many times, when she had stood there saying, “Yes, I see, Mr. Manneis, In a clipped, business-like tone, she had been filled with an almost unbearable longing to lay her cheek down against his head. Ah! but she must never think of him that way again! She must remember that ho belonged to Doris Hinig! Mary Rose's throat tightened and throbbed as she reminded herself of it. Sharp, jealous pain. Tears hung for an Instant t( the curve of her thick lashes. They shook and fell! • • • Out in the lamp starred darkness, on her slow way home, she went on thinking of John Manners and Doris Hinig—and herself. She knew that she never would stop caring for him. had taken his place in her heart —and he was there for keeps. What she must do was to try, to forget that she loved him as she did. She must go on caring for his office as another woman would care for his home —keep it clean and beautiful In its orderliness, do her work so well that she would be a joy to him. serve him as well and as long as she could. She nodded her head with brave determination,- but in the darkness her face, that nature had formed to he so gay, was dumbly tragic in Its unhappiness.

At the home the kitchen was empty, brooding In Its evening peacefulness. On the stove the teakettle sang cozlly to itself. The supper table -was set -with Its spotless -white cloth and shining china. At one end of It stood a cake covered with marshmallow icing, Flossie’s favorite icing. "And no Flossie to eat it,” said Mrs. Middleton, appearing at the ■dining room door, as Mary Rose entered from the back porch. “Dear me, I can’t think where she is, so late.” “Ton had an Idea she’s out with Sam Jessup, didn’t you?” Mary Rose asked. Her mother shook her head. “1 did until Just a minute ago, when he called up and wanted to talk to her,” she said, lines of worry deepening in her pretty, faded face. “‘She talks so much about that Mr. Dexter of yours, and what he says and does, that I wonder sometimes if—if she doesn’t see too much of him at the office. TThat do you think, Mary Rose?” Mary Rose slowly and deliberately took off her hat. She held It under her arm while she slowly and deliberately took off her gloves. “I think,” she said then, slowly, "that yon mustn’t worry about hei. Mums. She’s all right, and she

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knows perfectly well how to take care of herself—l never worry about Flossie. She has a mighty sharp little brain!’’ That, of course, was not true. She did worry about Flossie. She worried most of the time about her. She was worrying now, as she climbed the stairs to her little roo/h and put her things away in the closet._ She remembered how she had seen Mr. Dexter hurrying across the pavement to his blvje car at half past live that night, and with what speed it had dashed down the street. And she was just as sure as if she had seen it, that, he had met Flossie Middleton and taken her driving. She was sure that Flossie was with him now. And could Flossie really take care of herself? What was a little girl of nineteen compared to a grown man of the world like Hilary Dexter? A mere baby, ignorant and helpless. “Mother, 1 think you're too easy with Flossie," she said a minute later as she stood in the kitchen, turning the fried potatoes into a vegetable dish and setting them on the table. “Here It is after 7 o’clock and we haven't the faintest notion of where she is. You’ll have to set your foot down—” “I have set It down, but it doesn't do any good,’’ Mrs. Middleton answered mildly. “You know, yourself, how the girls are nowadays, Mary Rose. They smoke and they drink and they run around, and there's no stopping them. The papers and the ministers and everybody preaches about them and. their ways —but what's the use? They do as they please, any Way.” She shrugged her stooped shoulders and went on as sho pou:ed the tea-from a brown stone pot. "Why, they're even setting the fashions' nowadays—for the grown women! Little hats like sauepans, short hair, skirts up above their knees —Tapper fashions. And all of us grown women arc supposed to wear what they wear and cut our hair short and paint our faces, or we aren't in it! I declare. I don't know what the world and the women are coming to!” She shook her head and looked up at Mary Rose pathetically with her gentle blue eyes. “I can’t even get a size 44 waist anymore without being called a stylish stout.” she said. “All the clothes are made for skinny little girls. A woman can't have a decent figure—” Then her eyes clouded and Mary Rose saw her look up at the kitchen clock. It was half past seven and still no Flossie. At 8 o'clock, while the two of them were washing up the dishes, the front doorbell rang. “There she is now —I suppose she's afraid to come ’round to the back of the house this time of night,” murmured -Mrs. Middleton. She laid her dish towel on the drain board and hurried to the front door. But it was not Flossie. It was only Sam Jessup, and Mary Rose heard her mother greet him coldly. “Flossie’s not here, Sam,” she said. “I’ll tell her you stopped in to see her, when she comes.”

The front door closed sharply, but! Mary Rose ran to open it once more, j Sam was halfway down the front I walk, but he turned When he heard her, and cam(f back. “Maybe you know where Floss is, tonight?” he asked, and in the orange fan of light that streamed out from the hallway, she could see the puzzled, unhappy iaak in his pale eyes. Everything about him but that look was gay and debonair—his wide “collegiate” pants, his tie with broad stripes of red and light blue, his hat turned down over his eyes in faithful imitation of the Prince of "Wales. He was the glass of fashion and the mold of form. The last wild scream in sartorial splendor. "Look here, Mary Rose,” he said to her, “Give me the lowdown on this, will you? If she’s funning around with someone that she likes better than she does me, It’s only fair to tell me so. Here, I have a date with her tonight, and where is she?” \ Mary Rose snook her head. "I wish I knew,” she apswered, looking up and down the street. But it was deserted. "I wish I. knew.” “I’ll bet your mother knows where she is, but she hates me. She’d never tell me in a million years,” Sam went on, tossing hia cigaret over the railing. Mary Rose lookeed at him In cold astonishment. “Why, of course, mother doesn’t know where she is or she’d tell you in a minute!” she said sharply. "And that’s no way for you to speak of her, Sam Jessup!" “Sorry,” Sam mumbled, vaguely. Then he lookeed up. “But you know yourself she doesn’t exactly love the idea of having me marry Flossie, don’t you? And nothing would please her more than to have Flossie give mo the ice-rand it sure looks as if she’s giving it to me right!’ He fumbled In the pockets of his "collegiate” suit and brought forth finally a small white box. “Take a look at that and see what you think of it,” he said with seeming carelessness, and lit a fresh cigaret. Mary Rose opened the box and stepped back into the lighted hall so that she could' v see more plainly what was in it —a little vanity pase of plated silver, with initials “F. M.” gracefully engraved upon it. "It’s one of those things for rouge and powder. I bought it for Floss. Her birthday's only two days off," Sam explained hoarsely. Mary Rose looked up at him. She saw suddenly how pathetic he was —how much he really cared for Flossie, knowing that he couldn’t afford her, and buying her gifts that he couldn’t afford while he was saving up to buy her a house somewhere, where they could live when she married him—if ever she did marry him! “It’s not much,” he said. “Tou know. I’m saving up to make that first payment on a house"—this was the' first Mary Rose had heard ot the house— ’ So I can’t buy ver?) grand presents. But I thought tha’i case was sort o’ cute.” "It’s perfectly lovely,” Mary Rose

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answered, giving it back to him. She thought of the gold-and jade case that Mr. Dexter had given Flossie — and then of this little plated one, that cheap as it was, was worth so much more. She wondered what Flossie, who loved expensive things, would think of that cheap little plated case. “Well,"guess I’ll be blowing along,” Sam said. “You tell Flossie that I was pretty darn sore ab<)ut her breaking a datO with me, wjll you? And I’m going to-—” Whatever Sam wag going to do, he decided not, to reveal. He said good night abruptly, and ran down the steps, taking them two at a time. Mary Rose went back into the kitchen where her mother was putting away the dishes. “Poor kid—” she began, but her •fnother interrupted her. “Yes, and that’s all he’ll ever be—a poor kid,” she declared. "He’ll never have one nickel to rub up against another. I don’t want my daughters to Tnarry for money, but I hope they’ll marry someone with ambition. I can’t abide that Sam! He seems so nambypamby!” - Mary Rose laughed in spite of herself. "Mother,” she said, “everybody at the office thinks a great of Sam —” “Well. I wish my Flossie didn’t,” her mother said. She looked up at the clock. “Dear me, look at the time —where do you suppose that wild child is? I’m just worried sick about her. She’s never stayed away like this before, without telephoning.” , / At 10 o’clock when the two of

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them went to bed, she had not come In or sent any word. Maty Rose heard the clock strike eleven and then twelve. She dozed — Hours later she was awakened by the sound of an automobile brake screeching out in front of the house. Then came the sound of Flossie’s key in the door downstairs. fThe stairs creeked as she started up. Then she seemed to stumble —and Mary Rose heard her fall heavily down the stairs. There came a moan from the darkness at the bottom of them. "Merciful heavens! What was that?” Mrs. Middleton’s frightened voice came from across the hall. "Sid Flossie fall—or what happened? I think I was asleep. What time'is it? Flossie! Flossie! Is that you?” There was no answer. The clock In the hall struck four! (To Be Continued.) What was Flossie doing during that anxious night? Read tomorrow’s installment. YOUTHS ESCAPE INJURY Frank Barnett, 13, of 1653 Ashland Ave., and William Gellman, 12, of 1624 Bellefontaine St., narrowly escaped injury early today when fireworks on a stand, where they were working at 11 E. Washington St., were ignited when a firecracker was thrown at the lads. Sky rockets, roman candles, and other fancy pieces were expl.ided. No one wag Injured, police said. i

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