Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 50, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 July 1926 — Page 16

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WITS) 0 W° Business losses ' f By BEATRICE BURTON Author of "Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

The name# 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 daughter# of a vidowed mother. They work for the Loxter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to the' sales manager, JOHN MANNERS, and is in love with him. although the office gossip# #ay he's engaged to a girl of wealth, DORIS HINIG. Because of her feeling for him, Mary Rose refuses a rtpeated Oner of marriage from TOM FITZROA, ft Successful young doctor. Flossie, a born flirt, helps keep the Office files under MISS MACFARLANE. She is lazy and Miss MacFarlane complains about her constantly. Mary Rose discovers that she is carrying on a flirtation wtih the president of the company, HILARY DEXTER, although she's engaged to Dexter s secretary. SAM JESSUP. When Mary Rose insists that she return some valuable gifts of Detxer s. Flossie threatens to leave home. But she doesn't, and for a time the ftffftir seems to be ended. Then one day Mary Rose comes upon Flossie In Dexter's arms in a lonely part of the building. When she scolds Flossie -About her behavior. Flossie says it's not her fault men find her so attractive! Finally Miss MacFarlane goes to Dexter about Flossie's laziness, and he takes the girl’s part. Miss MacFarlane Quits her lob. and Flossie becomes head of the department, with her chum. ALICE JAMES! as assistant. Under them the department goes to pieces. The pair go on a wild party one night with Dexter and some other people. and Flossie drinks too much, comes home at 4 a m. and is put to bed by Mary Rose and her mother. It is then that MRS. MIDDLETON first begins to worry about Flossie's flappensh morals. Alioe James tells Sam about the party and Flossie gets even by having her Manners grow# more and more attentive to Mary 'Rose, and one night when thev are having a long talk about love and marriage,. Mary Rose looks up and sees Doris Binlg jealously watching them from the doorway. CHAPTER XXXI Doris came slowly across the space that divided her from John Manners and Mary Rose. Her cheek were pink with the cold outer air, and her blue eyes sparkled coldly in the glow from the green-shaded lamp above Mary Rose’s desk. There was a yellow chrysanthemum, pinned on the mink coat she wore, and a gold-colored satin hat was crushed down on the metallic scallops of her hair. As she moved, a soft fragrance of rose perfume came from her clothes and her hair and her powdered skin. Everything that the dressmaker, the milliner and the beauty specialist could do for a woman they had done for her. And, they had done their best. They had given her a beauty that nature had never given her. - \ Mary Rose looked at her. and then she glanced down at her own grubby Sands and the white vestee of her ress. It was not so white as It had been that morning. It was impossible to keep clean in this dirty office. What chance had she, she wondered, against this tall swaying flower of a girl who could spend all day and a small fortune ift a beauty shop If she wanted to? This girl who had nothing to do but make herself beautiful and attracttive for John Manners? "Hello, John-John!” Doris greeted him gayly, and she walked past Mary Rose hs if she had never seen her. "1 left Muriel’s bridge party early, so I could drive you home.” She laid one of/her hands, in Its spotless glove, on John’s shoulder with a little caress. “That was awfully nice of you, Derry, but I have my own ,car downstairs,” he answered stiffly. 9 Doris shrugged her shoulders. "What’s the diff?" she asked. “You don’t have to drive it home. What’s the use of working for an automobile factory if you can’t leave your

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car there, once in a while? Please be nice to me, and come along.” Her eyes pleaded with him, and there was a look of fear in them — fear thatlhe was going to refuse her. That look told Mary Rose just how uncertain Doris Hinig was of this man she was going to marry. "She knows he doesn’t care.for her the way he should!" she thought. “And that’s why she’s so Jealous of me.” For there was no doubt that she was jealous of Mary Rose —bitterly Jealous. As she walked out of the office, with her two hands clasped around John Manners’ arm as If she owned him, she shot Mary Rose a blaring glance that was an o'pen declaration of war. "Just you try to start anything with this man I’ve made up rny mind to marry! And I’ll show you whom he belongs to!” that glance said as plainly as words could have said it. “Good night,” Miss Middleton," she lAted sweetly, for John's benefit. Only another 1 woman could have heard the note of hate that underlay that lilting .sweetness. Mary Rose heard it, and understood it perfectly. For however much of a mystery women may be to, men. they are as clear as glass to each oilier! —- * * * Mrs. Middleton had supper waiting in the hot closet when Mary Rose got home at seven that night. She put it on the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of tea. "I’ll just' sit here and keep you company while you eat," "she said as Mary Rose began her potato soup and hot rolls. For Mrs. Middleton this wag the pleasantest time of the whole day—the time when she could sit down for h cozy chat with her "chicks,” $s she called Flossie and Mary Rose. It was then that they told her all the little happenings of their dayhow they had found anew place to eat lunch, and how good the food was; how an unknown man had tipped his hat to Flossie on the way home; or how Miss Minnick had “talked hack” to Mr. Dexter when he asked her to study spelling. But lately Flossie had not sat In on these cozy little chatg. She seemed to have drawn away from her mother and Mary Rose-J-to be living a life of her own that neither one of them knew anything about. Tonight, as , she ate, Mary Rose could hear her moving about upstairs, singing a song about—- " Sunday school scholars, every one, Follerin' in the steps of Washington!” ' "What’s Floss doing?” Mary Rose asked. “Dressing to go out," her mother answered, with a sigh. "She didn't tell me where she was going. She never does if she can help it. And I never ask her. £he just snaps my head off if I do. I never, thought a child of mine would talk to trie the way she dees!” * She lapsed into a brown study, but roused herself after a minute, to get up and pour the tea down the sink. “My, but that tea tastes just like brass, tonight,” she said, with a faint shudder. "Flossie brought home a

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wherever we go!” Flossie said as Rose followed her upstairs to dress. “Poor old Sam would have to hock everything he owns, if he triqid to give a party. It’s all he can do now to buy me a club sandwich!" “He didn't give you that candy that's down on the hall table, then, did he?" Mary Rose asked, as she took off her office dress and slipped into hier kimono. A spot of color came into either of Flossie’s cheeks. "No —and it’s none of your business who did give it to me!”* she said with spirit. She kicked a pair of slippers viciously into the clothes closet. In silence she finished dressing and in silence she sat in Tom's car while the quartet drove out into the country to the Pepper Pot. She did not come to life until they were seated at a table in the close picked room. i “What a crowd!" she said then, clapping her small hands. "Zowie! but I love a crowd! It makes me go wild! Look, Sana, there's a man trying to flirt with me already, isn’t 'that lovely?” She giggled, and turned to Tom, who was watching her as a great mastiff might watch the romplngs of a small an<* playful puppy. “Sara always gets peeved when men look at me—and men always look at me —everywhere we go!’’ she confided to him. “Then Sam gets peeved and takes me, home, and wangles the party. But you won’t let him do it tonight, witt you, Tommy Trout?" - She raised her great childish blue eyes, to him. “Aw cut out the movie stuff! 'the

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man over there isn't looking at you, anyway, Flossie. He’s looking at Mary Rose.” Sam said blightingly. “He is fiot! I’ll proVe it to you. Smarty!" Flossie answered, and she looked boldly across the restaurant at a black-haired man In the corner and winked. The black-haired winked back, instantly. “Here! Stop that, Floss,” Tom broke in, frowning at her across the tabje. f "Well, fit's not my fault. I had to prove that he was looking at me, didn't I? That over there” —she wagged her curly head at Sam — “thinks nobody ever notices me but him. Come on, Tom, let's Charleston —” and she was out on the dance floor in an instant. The floor was crowded, but every one in the room was soon watching Flossie in her scant dress that was the color of new April leaves. For Flossie was not only beautiful, but she could dance. And as she danced her lovely eyes swept the room, restlessly, as If they wefe looking for someone — • Mary Rose noticed that the blackhaired man in the corner watched her like a hawk, and that every now and then Flossie would toss him a half-smile. , Sam called the waiter and ordered ice and ginger ale. When it came_he took, out a little flask, under cover of the table. “Oh. no! No drink, please, Sam!” begged Mary Rose. "None for me,” Tom seconded her. “Oh, you two make me sick. Honestly. you’re a couple of prudes!”

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Flossie told them. “You’re both dead from the neck up. Here, give me a glass, Sam!” She laughed as she sipped from- it and when the music started again, she stood up suddenly, her hands on her hips. “I think I ought to shock you both,” she said. “You both need something to put pep into you—watch! I’m going to dance with that man over in the corner!” ■ Flossie Middleton, you’re c-azy! Sam, stop her. for goodness sake!” Mary Rose begged him, honestly horrified. , “How can I stop her?” Sam asked weakly. “One word from me and she does as she darn pleases!” Tom looked at her, his brows knitecf in a frown. "We'll take you home if you do!” he said warningly. But Flossie only laughed in his face and sidled through the crowded tables. Mary Rose saw the black-haired man acroM the room get up from his chair. | And then things began to happen. “The fool kid!” she heard Tom mutter. He threw a S2O bill on the table. Then he stood up and followed Flossie. "Bring Mary Rose out to the car.” he said rapidly to Sam as he went. And before Mary Rose had time to gather her senses the four of them were back in Tom's car. and he was heading it back toward town and home. “I hate you, Tom Fltzroy!” Flossie said to him viciously, as they skimmed along through the mooii-

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light. II hate you, and if I were Mary Rose I’d rather die than marry you!” • Tom laughed. "But jrou aren’t Mary Rose, and you never will be!" he answered here. "She’ll marry me, and she won’t hate me, either!” Mary Rose didn’t answer. The next afternoon as she sat typewriting, John Manners came and stood beside her. "Like Charlie Chaplin?” he, asked. "Love him,” Mtry Rose answered looking up. "Fair enough. We’ll go to see him to-night in ’The Gold Rush,’ ’’ he ananswered, but she shook her head. “No," she said. "Miss Hinlg” “That’s just why I want you to go with me to a movie!” John Manners Interrupted her. “I want t 6 talk to you about Miss Hinig—” At seven o’clock that night they sat side by side in the twilight of a moving picture show. For Mary Rose the gaudy, gilded place was Paradise —nothing short of Paradise, diee. And as she sat there, looking at the screen, but not seeing it, she felt fanners’ hand slowly close over hers. "Oh, no,” she said breathlessly, and tried to draw it away. (To be continued) What was brought home to Mary Rose at the theater in to-morrow's installment? 1 , TRAGEDY IN RECTORY WICKFORD, England. Miss Elizabeth Dawson hanged herself in the rectory of the Wlckford parish church.

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