Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 56, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 July 1926 — Page 18

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Wlß> 0 W° Business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”'

The names In ‘hig story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as referring to any particular person. pce or firm.

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. They work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to the sales manager, JOHN MANNERS, and Is in love with him. He is engaged to marry DORIS HINIG. an heiress. Because of her feeling for him. Marv Rose lly refuses to marry TOM JdrZROY. a >o ™ossle.'' t a r bom vamp. files under MISS MACf ARLANE. Mary Rose discovers she is carrying on a flirtation with the president of the company. HILARY DEXTER, although she s engaged to SAM JESSUP. Dexter secretary. Dexter, who s married, {area her many presents, among them a gold vanity case. When Mary Rose (iruera her to return them. Flossie threatens to * e *Then one day Mary Rose,comes upon her in Dexter's arms, and when she scolds Flossie, the girl brazenly tells her it's/not her fault she s so attractive to men. And she accuses Mary of trying to lure Manners from Dons, who nas become very jealous of her. At last Manners tells Mary Rose that he loves her and explains how lie and Doris drifted into an enpgemenv long ago. fciat now means little to either of th One night Flossie '<wn, drink-befuddled, and MRS. MID "--■ETON decides to take her in hand_ Biif it's too lats find Floftsio btocb ncr own wild way, joV riding with Dexter or dancing with Sam Jessup every night in th Miss'”MacFarlane complains to Dekter about her laziness. a™ J O9 f e L h dWarD Flossie becomes .head ‘J ep £7i meat, quarrels with he r 18 t 8n k-Ap? gets everything into a snarl. So Dexter puts Sam in to help her and sends for Mary Rose to take dictation. While t o h fl efa^icc ß^ r hi7ToU° Flo® vjf i!,kes aS Marv lies to Mi wife, and final y persuades her that Flossie must have left the case in the car when she was in it with barn Jessup, who. lie 6avs,useiithe car go on an errand the day before. The whole office hears the row. and eye Mary Rose coldly when she leaves the office carrying the telltale case. On her Swn“dSkshe finds a letter in unfanul--11 ftITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVII Mary Rose tore open the envelope and spread out the thick, crackling sheet of paper that was in it. “My dear Miss Middleton," the letter began, “I, enjoyed you so much the first 1 time you cam to read to me—” > So the letter was from Jolm Manners’ mother! She wondered if he knew that she had written it. She hoped he did. "I enjoyed you so much the first time you came to read to me that I am writing to ask if you .will come again,” Mary Rose went on with it. “How Will next Wednesday night be? Johnny will be very glad to bring you, I know, and if you will dome for dinner, I shall make a special effort to be downstairs that night. Sometimes they carry me down in my cjiair. Cordially yours, “AMELIA MANNERS.” Mary Rose looked at the closed door of John Manners' office. She wondered if he were in. it now, and if she ought to go in and show him the letter. She -half-rose atyd then dropped back in her chair, as she remem bered how cold and detached he had seemed to her that mornitg. He had seemed actually angry ®th her. “But perhaps he upset abolit something that had to do with his job,” she told herself, and got up and went Into his office. He was not there. . “If you’re looking for Manners, he’s gone for the day,” Miss Minnick told her. ‘■‘l took his dictation from him.” g Her look and her tones were freezing. She tightened her lips primly and went on typewriting as if she didn’t care to have any further conversation with Mary Rose. “I don’t care to have anything more to do with you,” her attitude said as plainly as words could have * said it.' “You may run Hilary Dexter all you like, but you forfeit my friendship if you do!” For a moment Mary Rose felt a | strong impulse to tell her the rights of the matter—how it hail not been she but Flossie who had roused the rigbfoous anger of Hilary Dexter s wife. She liked Miss Minnick, and she hated to let her think that she was the kind of girl who would run arofind with a married man. But *he also hated to let her think that Flossie was the kind of a girl—and, as it was, Flossie had none too good a reputation in the 9fflce. “I’ll make sure that John Manners has heard the story, first,” she made up her mind at last, “If he’s heard it, I’ll have to tell him the truth about it. I couldn't have him bear to think that I’d give Hilary Dexter a second look. I couldn’t let him think I was a cheat!” For the rest of the office didn’t really matter so much, did they? After all, what difference did it make what they thought about her? And yet Mary Rose knew that it did make a difference, and a big difference. No one wants to be thought badly of. Especially a woman, who knows that a good reputation is worth its weight in platinum! With a sigh Mary Rose threw a regretful sidewise look at Miss Minnick's haughty face, tucked Flossie’s

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handkerchief and vanity case into the pocket of her dress and went upstairs. She found Flossie and Sam seated on the table In the midst of a great confusion. Papers and books were piled on chairs, wiijdow sills and upon the tbps of gteel filing cases. "Getting things straightened! out, Sam?” Mary Rose asked. Flossie gave him no chance to answer. “No, we’re having a grand old row!” she said hotly, and swung around on the table, swinging her slim legs in their thin stockings. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled with anger. “Sam’s dingdonging at me again _about getting married!" < Mary Rose 'gave a half-laugh. ' “You talk as if he were insulting you, Floss,” she said. “Doesn’t she?" appealed to Mary Rose as his ally. “You’d think I didn’t have a right to ask the girl I’m engaged to, to get married—” “And you haven’t, either!" Flossie almost shouted at him, v In her fury. “Not on SSO a week, you poor sap!._ How do you think we’re going to get along on SSO a week?” v “Lots of people /Jo it, and live well, too,”'Sam answered her mildly. “Six months ago when I wp.s getting S4O, you said you’d take a chance.” Flossie smiled a secret, scornful spiile at him. “Six months ago—yes,” she said, and her voice was liquid silver, again. "But I’ve chainged a lot In six months. I’ve been looking around and —I’ve steen things I want. Things that you couldn’t begin to buy me on SSO a week!” Sam stared at her, his mouth working. He adored Flossie Middleton as one man alwayp adores the Flossie type of girl, who is nothing but a beahtiful tpy to other men—blindly and worshipfully. For him, she was the only girl in the world. “What ’things, Floss?” he asked. Flossie tossed her head with its golden shimmer, of curls. She didn’t answer. Mary Rose knew exactly what she meanjt. She meant the things that Hilary Dexter had given her— French perfumes and American Beauty roses, Coty’s perfumes and S2O dinners, gold vanity cases and star sapphire rings. Sh£ knew that he had created in Flossie an unquenchable thirst for these things. And that Flossie was like a baby tiger that has tasted blood —she had tasted luxury and was satisfied with the paltry gifts of Sam no longer. As Mary Rose’S fingers found the gold vanity case that even now lay hidden In the pocket of her dress, she hated Hilary Dexter ; as she never had hated any one in all her life. Encouraged by Flossie’s silence, Sam began again boldly: “We could get a four-room flat somewhere —” “Four-room flat!” Flossie broke in angrily. “A While ago you were going to buy a cottage out in Brookamar! Now you’re talking fourroom flat! After a while you’ll be down to two rooms up over a garage, I suppose. Well, you can live in ’em, yourself. Because I won’t marry you. I won’t—do it.” voice was suddenly as cold and as measured as the slow dripping of an icicle. Sam looked helplessly at Mary Rose. "I don’t know where she’s i going to find anybody with more | money than I have,” he said, with 1 pathetic pride. “There’s not a fel- | low in our crowd who makes SSO a i week—” -Flossie’s scorn of their ‘crowd”was in her voice when she answered him. “In our crowd! Don’t you suppose I know any men outside our crowd?" Sam looked at her and he seemed to forget that Mary Rose was there in the room with them. He got down from the table and took Flossie in his arms. For a moment she melted against him and raised her mouth, that was Just the shape of a kiss, against his mouth. Then she pushed him away, with a harsh little laugh and a sflrug of her perfect shoulders. / ‘‘Oh, I like you,, right enough!” she said carelessly, “but I’m not going to marry you—” She turned to Mary Rose. "Think of the nerve of him! He wants to get a' marriage license today! Wouldn’t that knock you tor crepe!” Mary Rose turned to Sam. “Sam, will you let me talk to her foe a minute?” she asked. “Alone?” “There’s no use in talkipg to me. “So you may as well stay here, Sam.” But Sam was all halfway down the stairs. / “What’s your mind made up to db?” Mary Rose asked her. “To

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keep on running te round with Mr. Dexter the way you have been?” Flossie eyed her sullenly. “I don’t see where it’s any of your business what I’m going to do, Mary Rose,” she said. “So you may as well dry up and blow away.” She turned her back on her sister and walked over to the mirror between the windows. She hummed as she began to fluff powder over her small, saucy sose. “You make me nervous, staring at me like an owl," threw over her shoulder, presently. “I wish you’d -get out and let me do my work in peace!” Mary Rose couldn’t restrain a laugh. “Do your work? This-place doesn’t look as if you’d don? a lick of work in it since Miss MacFarlane left!” she said. She came across the room to Flossie, and turned toward her so that she could 100 full intoy the stubborn little face. “You're turning Sam down because of Mr. Dexter, aren’t you?” she asked. > Flossie closed her eyes and squirmed, trying \o wrench herself out of her sister’s hold. But, after all, she was no match for Mary Rose. , “And, a little fool,” the older girl went on, as if Flossie had answered her. “You’re nothingjnore to him than an . amusement—something a -little more exciting than his game of golf, or—”, “Shut up!” Flossie snapped at her, opening her blazing blue eyes. She stamped her foot. “Don’t you dare to talk that way to me! Why, Hil-

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ary Dexter would marry me tomorrow, if I’d let him! And I’m going to let him! See? See? See?” She thrust her face, dead white with anger, close to her sister’s. And with one supreme effort she tore herself away from Mary Rose. The room was between them. Mary Rose shook her head. “No, hq’ll never marry you. Floss,” she said, and her voice was so low and level that Flossie listened to her. It was the voice people use when they are telling the cyld truth. I / “He'll never marry you or any one else,” she weiit on. “If his wife wanted to divorce him, he’d do everything he could to keep herefrom doing it. Do you know why” Flossie shook her head the tiniest bit. “Because she’s not only his wife. She stands for a lot of other things —his family, and his friends, ahd his position yi the world,” Mary Rose told her sensibly. "He may not love her, but he loves those that he’s been working to have all his life. Can’t you see that?” Flossie closed her eyes and laughed her cold little rippling laugh. “Have you really lived' twentytwo years without finding out that what a man wants most in the world is a thrill, Angel-child?” she asked sneeringly. “If it’ll make you * feel any better I'll tell you something— Dex told me laat night that he can’t live without me and that he isn’t going to try to much longer?” “But that doesn’t mean that he’s going to divorce his wife to marry you,” Mary Rose said in- that same , level voice. Suddenly she put her

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hand into her pocket and drew out Flossie’s gold vanit ycase. “For Pete’s sake! Where did you get that?” Flossie asked in surprise. I thought I’d lost it.” "You left it in Mr. Hilary Dexter’s car last night,” her sister answered. “I got it from Mrs. Hilary Dexter!” ‘(To Be Continued), Mary* Rose sacrifices her honor to protect Flossie in tomorrow’s Instailment. LONDON ‘INVULNERABLE’ i rogram Started to Make City Sale From Air. Bv I'niffd Pregu LONDON, July 16.—A doyble ring of anti-aircraft, searchlight and sound-locating stations will be constructed around London by naval and military air experts, who are engaged on a program to 1 render London vulnerable from the air. It is expected that many years will be required to complete it. ROBBERY TOLD PHILADELPHIA—Money to the value of nearly twenty tons of gold has been stolen and twenty-one lives snuffed out m Government mall robberies in the last four years, according to the official postal exhibit at the Sesquicentennlal International Exposition here. 1,000 BANDITS ORGANIZE PEKING.—More than 1,000 bandits have organized in Shantung to harry the Yangchiachl-Tehchow districts, according to reports here. ' ...+WL ' :< ' '_ >

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