Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 51, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 July 1926 — Page 8

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0 W° _ w business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

The names in this story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken aa nferring to any particular person, place or arm.

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughter of a widowed mother. Both of them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to the sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and is in love with him. although the office gossips say he's engaged to a girl of wealth. DORIS HINIG. Because of her feeling for him. Mary Rose refuses a repeated offer of marriage from TOM FITZROY, a yuong doctor, who s been in love with her for years. Flossie, a born flirt, helps keep the office files under MISS MACFARLANE. She is lazy and often late after a night of dancing. Mary Rose discovers that she is carrying on a flirtation with the 6 resident of the company. HILARY ETER, although she r s engaged to marry Dexters secretary. SAM JESSUR. When Mary Rose insists that she return some gifts from Dexter, who s married. Flossie threatens to leave home. But 6he doesn't, and for a long time the affair seems to be over. Then one day Mary Rose comes upon r lossie in Dexter’s arm a in a lonely part of the building. When she scolds her about it. Flossie says it's not her fault men find her so attractive 1 , . Finally Miss MacFarlanc complains to Dexter about Flossie's laziness. Dexter takes the girl s part and Miss Farlane quits the job she s held for fifteen vears. Dexter makes Flossie head of the department, with her chum, ALICE JAMES, as assistant. The pair aH but wrecks the department. One night they go out dancing with Dexter and some other people, and Flossie comes home much the worse for cocktails—almost the first, she s ever had. Then the gula mother MRS. MIDDLETON, decides to ‘t ake her in hand.” but it’s two late. Flossie goes her own sweet, wild way. Alice hints to Sam about Flossie’s affair with pexter. and Flossie gets even by firing John Manners shows increasing interest in-*TOrv Rose. One night he ta s her home <to meet his invalid mother. Later. Doris Himg comes to the office and makes a point of telling Mary Rose that she and Manners are soon to be ma The d next night Manners takes Mary Rose to a movie, to talk things ovei. And in the darkness. Mary Rose feels his hand does over hers. She draws rt M>tV GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXII Then, in the half-darkness, she felt his arm leave her arm where it had been pressed close. It gave her the queerest sense of loss and chill when he took it away. “I suppose I’ve hurt his feelings, but I can't help it,” she thought, looking straight ahead of her at the screen. “He’s engaged to Doris Hinig, and it’s not fair to her to let him hold my hand.” That was part of Mary Rose’s code of honor. To her all was not fair in love and war! So she moved an inch farther away from the man beside her, and winked hard to keep back the silly tears that sprang to her eyes. The picture of ohaplin's “Gold Rush” became a dancing blur of black and white to her. At last it faded to its close, and the orchestra swung into a bit of popular music~a slow, haunting thing. A spotlight blazed out on the velvet curtains at the back of the stage, and into its binding glare walked a huge blonde woman m a pink, sparkling dress. She put one fat pink hand to her. heart as if It painted her, opened her mouth to show gold teeth, and began to sing- Mary Rose closed her eyes so that she couldn’t see the singer, for the song was lovely: “All you lovers who grieve, "Could you only believe “Somewhere happiness hovers and waits.” Ah, but did happiness hover and wait for all grieving lovers, Mary Rose wondered. Did It wAit for her? In the twilight of she shook her head the tiniest bit. She knew there was no happiness anywhere for her, unless she belonged to John Manners. And he was engaged to Doris Hinig. So that was that. He leaned toward her, and spoke to her in a savage half-whisper: “For lord’s sake, let’s get out of this— ’’ They groped for their hats and coats, and in another moment were out in the windy, lamp lit night. “I don’t know why I dragged you in there, in the first place,” John said, as they walked along. His fine dark face, wivh its gray eyes, looked grim and bad tempered. “Don’t you know? Because we both like Chaplin.” Mary Rose reminded him with a demure smile. “Not tonight,” he answered shortly. He put his hand on her arm, gripping it above the elbow, and drew her close to him as they walked along. “It was only an excuse —you know that. I want to talk to you. Look here, isn’t that a restaurant down in the next block?” It was. A small bright clean one, as shining as a bathroom of tile and nickel. At this hour it was almost deserted. A red-haired waitress led

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them to'a white-topped table in the corner, and stood waiting for their order. “A roast beef sandwich and some coffee,” Mary Rose wanted. “Two orders,” Manners said to the little waitress. When she was gone, he laughed. “Charlie Chaplin and roast ‘beef sandwiches, Mary Rose!’’ he said to her. “We seem to like the same things, don’t we?” She nodded, and watched the smile fade from his face, as he went on: “For months now, the thought has been forcing itself on me that no ore In the world is my sort of girl the way you're my sort of girl.” Mary Rose looked at him, and then looked down at the table. “But —Miss Hinig—" she started to say, and couldn't go on. Her lips trembled. and her cheeks grew hot. “Yes, I know all about that,” Manners answered her. He leaned across the table, and to the secret delight of the little red-haired waitress, took her (told, shaking hands in his. “And now I’m going to tell you all about it —” But he didn’t. For at that moment the little waitress, with a smile just .lifting the corners, of her. mouth, brought the coffee and the sandwiches. It was a poor day when she didn’t see three or four couples holding hands across the tables of that restaurant, and she was used to Interrupting them. “Catsup with your sandwiches?” she asked, setting a bottle of it on the top of the table, and withdrew to the kitchen, where she went on watching them through the crack of the door, not knowing that John could see. “I could love that guy in there, myself,” she confided to the cook. “He’s some kid! Looks sort o’ like John Gilbert, you now. Oh, Baby!” And she blew a kiss at John's broad back when he and Mary Rose Jest the place a few minutes afterward. They turned towftrd home, heads down against the high wind, that took the words out of their very mouths. At the corner a building was going up. Piles of lumber and stone were neatly stacked along the sidewalk, and John stppped Mary Rose, in their shadow. • “What’s the use of heating about the bush, any more. Mary Rose?” he asked abruptly, turning her body otward him. and looking down art her intently, “I’m in love with you.” She raised her heatl and looked at him. then, and they stood so for a moment, held together, without a word or a movement. Then the girl's white lids closed over her eyes, and hid the joy and the pafn that were in them. She shook her head, and drew a -long, sobbing breath. The thought of Doris Hining came between them, and she stepped back away from him. as she would have, if Doris, herself, had suddenly stepped between herself and John Manners. “No,” she said clearly. But John did not seem to hear her. He stood over her, his head bent to hers, his lips almost touching hers that were parted with her quick breathing. “No,” she said again, and put her two hands against him, pushing him away from her, with all her strength. “You mustn't —talk this way to me.”

"Why not?" Manners asked. His hand had found her hands again. "You know why not,’’ Mary Rose answered. "You're going to marry Doris Hinig!” That silenced him, for a moment. Then he spoke again, and his voice was as quiet and mat-ter-of-fact as if he'd been dictating a letter. "I'm going to tell you about Doris and me,” he said. "I suppose it’s a cad’s trick to do it, but —I'm going to tell you, anyway. All about it. You know, I?oris lives across the street from me. And ever since we started to school together, we've been thrown together for that rea son. I always took her to parties because I lived so near her. And they had a swmming pool in their yard, and a, tennis court, and I just about lived over there. Does all this bore you?” Mary Rdse shook her bent head. "Then the war came along, and I went, and the night before T left for camp, she cried and I kissed her. That was the beginning of it. We wrote to each other for months while T was aboard, and when T came back I asked her to marry me.” “How long ago was that” asked Mary Rose, scarcely above a whisper. "Six, years—and she’s been all that time making up her mind to do it,” he answered. "Before that, she kept saying that she didn't think T cared enough for her. I thought I did. I didn't know I could fee! about any one the way I do about you, you see. And now I don't know what to do about it.” His hands tightened on her wrists, bruising the tender flesh. “There's nothing to do about it,” she answered quietly, and wondered at the calmness of her voice. “Not a thing. You see. I've thought about it. too— You know, I love you. Don't you?” He didn’t answer, and in the darkness she couldn’t see his face. "I do love you!" she went on shamelessly. It was pure relief to tell him so, at last. “I don’t care about any one but you, and I never will as long as there's a breath in my body—No!” For he was* coming nearer to her. "No, I can't let you kiss me! If T and just die when you marry Doris Hinig—” And all at once she* was crying as if her heart would break. / But even then she wouldn’t let him take her in his arm, to comfort her, “Don’t touch me!” she sobbed. “I don't know —why I’m —crying like this —” She turned away and started up coßNsrfj Quick relief from painful Tf* ia f V corns, tender toes and pressure of tight shoes. H DlScholl's "Lino-pads werjuKu***

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was afraid to let him kiss her. It made him feel that he was a very dangerous, fascinating man "You little thing! I could break you in so tiny," he said, crushing her hands in his hard palms. “And yet you have me eating out of your hand. Some day I’m going to do what I please—” Flossie decided that it wAs high time to get out of the automobile. She got out. “Some day?—Day fitter tomorrow?” she asked and laughed, “Is that a threat or a promise, Dex?” And with that she left him. He watched her until she disappeared into the little brown house. * * * Mary Rose was sitting on the edge of her bed, when Flossie came in. She was flushed and her eyes were red, and she had not yet taken off her hat and coat. “Thinking over your necking party?” Flossie asked, her slim hands on her graceful hips. Mary Rose looked at her ques tloningly. "Oh, don’t try to look so innocent!” was Flossie’s advice. ”1 saw you hiding behind a lumber pile down the street, with John Manners?’ (To Be Continued.) The duel of hearts becomes more desperate in Monday’s installment. Wheat production in India is placed at 323,605.0(10 bushels. Band planted is estimated at 30,288,000 acres.

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