Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 57, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 July 1926 — Page 8

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“Business Kisses” By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”'

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

READ THIS FIRST „ FLOSSIE and MAKY ROSE MID-* DLETON are two pretty Bisters, the ■daughters of a widowed mother. Both ot them work lor tho Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is Heerctary to tho. sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, ana is in Jove with him. He is engaged to an heiress. DORIS HINIG. Because ot her feeling for him. Mary Rose repeatedly refuses to marry TOM FITZItOY. a young doctor. Flossie, a born vamp, works in the filing department, where the girls all hate her. Mary Rose discovers that she la carrying on a secret ilirtation with the president of the company. HILARY DEXTER, although she s engaged to his secretary. SAM JESSUP. Dexter, a married man. gives her several presents, among them a gold vanity ease. When Mary Rose scolds her about lotting him make love to her. Flossie laughs u.nd suya Dexter would marry her tomorrow if he could divorce ills wifel She sees nothing wrong in stealing a man from the woman who loves him, Mary Rose notices that Manners is interested in her, and he rouses the Jealousy of Dori,s by taking her home to meet his invalid mother. Finally he tells Mary Rose that even if lie s hound to marry Doris, he really cares only for her. And sjio makes up her mi ml, That she'll be happier as his secretarjr than as Tom s wife, rfud refuses Tom's twentieth offer of nmrriape. Flossie and Mary Rose quarrel and to Set even Flossie tells Manners that Mary lose is “just stringing him' 1 when she says she loves him and that she really adores Tom Fitzroy and is going to marry lum very soon. Mary Rose wonders at Manners’ sudden coldness toward her. Dne day while she's faking dictation from Dexter. MRS. DEXTER comes in and accuses her of vamping her husband. She’s found Flossie's vanity case in his car and mistakes Mary Rose for Flossie. Dexter lies, to his wife and succeeds in straightening things out by telling her she s tho only woman on earth he ever looks at I When Mary Rose takes the tell-tale vanity case up to Flossie, she finds that she s just refusing Sam Jessup who hail wanted her to get married that very day. She says she s decided to mary Dexter, after he diwprces his wifel Then Mary Rose shows her the vanity case I (Nov. Go On With the Story) CHAPTER XXXVIII , The wild rose color faded out of Flossie’s face, leaving It dead white. And the velvety pupils of her eyes shrank to pinpoints as she looked at her sister. “Hot dfggety dog!” she cried, fearstricken. “Why didn’t you tell me before that Old Lady Dexter was In the building? I don’t want to see her! going—” And she started for the door. JSut Mary Rose caught her by her elim arm. "No! No! Don’t be silly, Floss!” she said sharply. “She's not coming up here to see you—” “But If she found my vanity case in Dex’s car, she will!” Flossie broke in sharply. “She’ll raise the root with me and I don’t mean maybe!” *-She was really terrified. It was one thing to play around with a married man and quite another thing to face that man’s neglected and outraged wife. Especially when she had proof that you had been out wilh him only the night before! “Let go of me, Mary Rose!” she sc id. “I'm not going to take a c! nnce on her coming up here! I’m to clear out, I tell you.” Her sister shook her. “She’s not coming up here,” she answered. “Your friend, Dexter, told her some kind of yarn about your having been out in his car with Sam Jessup and she believed him.” Flossie’s face cleared and softened “I might have kown he’d protect me/from that said triumphantly. “He wasn’t protecting you! He was protecting himself!” Mary Rose to!d her bluntly. “He was so afraid she was going to divorce him, as she said she would,, that he almost died of fright. He got on his knees to her to believe his lies! He said he'd never look at_ another woman in all his life!” Flossie blinked at hers as if sudden light had flared In her face. “Say that again,” she said. “Do you mean that Dex told her he still has a crush on her? Why, he told me —” She sat down, suddenly, on a stool beside the table and put her bright head down on her hands. “I don'L understand,” she muttered, And burst into tears of fury. She sat that way for a long time and Mary Rose stood watching her and not saying a word. She knew that Flossie had to take his blow to her pride, alone. After what seemed an eternity, Flossie raised her lovely head. “Tell me what happened this morning,” sne said jerkily. Mary Rose told her the whole thing from beginning to end. “And it’s just as I told you, Flossie,” she finished, solemnly. “Nine times out of ten, a man wil! play around with other women, but his wife's always first, when it comes to a showdown!” ✓ But Flossie had ceased listening. She was looking out of the window, with half-shut, calculating eyes.

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Suddenly she turned them to hqr sister. “I can’t work here any more, can I?” she asked. "You say the door was open and the whole office heard what Mrs. Dexter said —” Suddenly she put her two hands to her breast, as a sudden dreadful thought struck her. "Sam’s downstairs!” she cried- “I’ll bet Miss M'nnick and the rest ot, ’em are telling him the whole story—” “Yes, but all they heard was her bawling me out,” Mary Rose answered, lapsing into Flossie's slang. “J finally had sense enough to get up and shut the door when I realized that they were all listening to the excitment: I can tell from the way they look at me that-they think I was with Dexter last night, instead of you!” And then suddenly Flossie was clinging to her and sobbing against her shoulder. “Oh, Mary Rose, you won’t tell on me, will you?” she begged, her voice thick with tears. “Let them think it was you for a while—will you? Just for a little while?” The older girl looked down at her in puzzled silence. "You know, Siftn'll never marry me if he finds I’ve been chasing around with Dexter,” Flossie explained jerkily. "You know he won't —he’s so narrow! He’d just quit, his job and beat it! And I’d n-never see him again—” Her sobs broke out, again. Mary Rose thought it over. It was not going to be easv to take the blame that was Flossie’s. She had had a taste of it this morning and it had been hard to swallow. And yet— And yet if Sam Jessup took it into his head not to marry Flossie, Mary Rose was afraid to think what might become of her! With her craving for luxury, for fun, for the admiration of men, where would she go? What would she do? Mary Rose remembered how she had looked that morning weeks ago when she had cohie home at dawn, dizzy from too much liquerr. Loose-lipped and sensuous and weak! The only safety for Flossie was marriage! Mary Rose made up her mind, like lightning. , “All right,” she said briskly, "I’ll let ’em all think what they please.. Only you’re to keep your word! You’ll really marry Sam Jessup? On your word of honor?” "Cross my heart, I hope to die," Flossie answered, wiping her eyes with a, small handkerchief covered with strong perfume. But Mary Rose vranfed more proof than that. She knew that Flossie would promise anything to gain her point, and later would break that promise without a thought. She Was not to be trusted and that was all there was to It. “All right, l)ut I want to hear you tell him you'll marry hfnA” Mary Rose said stubhornly. “You’ve broken your word to me, before, you know.” Flossie flushed. "AH right. I’ll go downstairs and get to,” she answered ungraciously. But at that moment Sam walked into the room. The minute she saw his face Mary Rose knew that he had heard the story of Mrs, Dexter’s visit to her husband's office. For the look he gave her of curious wonder. “I’ve been talking to Flossie, Sam, and she wants to tell you something,” she said to him, and they both waited for Flossie tp speak. Ylut with a little rush, the girl was fin his arms, dragging his head down to hers and kissing him all over his face. v “Sam, Sam, Sam,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry I—said I wouldn’t marry you. You know I will don’t you, dear? Any time you ask me to?” Mary Rose heard Sam murmur something about "next week” as she opened the door that led to the gfSlr. case. • “I’ve just heard something about Mary Rose. Apd I don’t know whether to believe it or not,” he said to Flossie, as soon as the door had closed behind her. Flossie looked up at him with eyes that were ( like dewy violets. “What 'did you hear, honWy boy?” she asked clinging to him with heavy sweetness. “This wild story that she’s been chasing around with Mr. Dexter?” , Sam nodded. "D’you think it’s true?” "I’m afraid it is,” Flossie answered without a quiver of an eyelash. “It’s terrible, isn’t it? And, oh, Sam, do we have to get married next week? I/et’s put it off aiittle while until I can get some new duds. And, besides, I’ve always wanted to be a Christmas bride, jynd wear a wreath of mistletoe instead of orange blossoms! Can’t we be married at Christmas?” She cuddled closer to him, and he held her tight. “All right,” he don’t change your mind again. Promise!” x Flossie promised him with a dizzy kiss. She knew that when Christmas came she could put Off the wedding until June, and so on— Much as she cared for Sam, there was plenty of time to marry him. Plenty of time to serdb floors and iron shirts'and cook bieals in a feurroom cottage or (a. two-room flat. Plenty of time to drudge - and crimp and -mve. Plenty of time to steam the color and the beauty out of her face over a-washtub or a preserving kettle. Life was short and marriage was long! But did she care for Sam, as a matter of fact. More than ever she would car 4 for any one, no doubt. She bent her'head back for another kjss, and felt Sam tremble with her nearness and warmth, and the sweetness of her surrender to him—or what he thought was her surrender. “Listen, darling,” he said to her huskily, his lips against her scented hair. “I know Mary Rose is your sister, but If.l were you I’d keep lawny from her while thia Dexter

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trouble's boiling. You don’t want to be dragged lntb it, do you? I’m sure surprised at her. She’s the last person on earth I’d think would have a case on a married man —” "You never can tell about people, can you?” Flossie asked dreamily. "Who’d ever think that Dexter’d go his trolley about a girl?" * V Miss Minnick and Miss Brown were getting. ready to go out for their lunch when Mary Rose went back to here awn desk. Out of the corner of her eye she watched them putting away their papers and closing down their typewriters. —' They did not look her way or speak to her, and when they were gone she sat, silHnt as an idol, with her eyes fixed on the door through which they had disappeared. A lump rose In her throat. For a year the three of them had had lunch together three or four times a week. She had almost no friends outside the office except Tom Fitzroy. N "How can they believe that I’d trot aroupd after Dexter?" she wondered, with dull anger. "They might know by this time that I’m not that kind of a girl. I wouldn’t believe such a story about them, I know." But was she so sure that she wouldn’t? Aren’t we all too ready to believe the ill that we hear about our friends > Mary Rose wondered about it, as sh 4 sat* there alone, with tetrs gathering in her wistful blue eyes. Would John Manners believe the story when he heard It* as he would bear, If he hadn't already?

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"Not if he Joves me,” she told herself; "not if he loves me." At that instant the door opened and he came jn. He gave her a short and passed on into his private office. For a moment more she nat where she was. Then she shook herself .'and got up. "I catj’t stand this much longer,” she thought. “I’ve got to know why he treats me like this —’’ x Her eyes fell on his mother’s letter to her, still lying open on her desk. That would give her a good excuse to go into his office. She picked it up •and opened the door of his office. He looked up and as his gray eyes met hers something in her seemed to melt. She longed to feel his arms around her, to put her head down on the shoulder of his gray tweed coat and cry and cry and cry. Not because Mrs. Dexter had scolded her, not because Miss Brown and Miss Minnick had snubbed her but because he himself was so cold and unfriendly toward her. That was why she wanted to cry! But she faced him. steady-eyed And when she spoke to him, her voice was steady, too. "I’ve just had this letter from your mother, ( Mr. Manners,” she said. "She wants me to come to next Wednesday.” - (To be continued) WW Olary Rose because of her sacrifice lose Manners to Doris Hinig? See the next' installment. Since 1909 the gold mines of northern Ontario have produced $200,000,000 worth of gold; i

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world far were men of action lacking. Moses was a man of deeds rather than of words, but he felt the lack of this fluent persuasiveness associated with ease of speech, and so he snrank from the call to leadershin. Was not this the great strength of Mosds just as at a later time Paul found his great strength in that Intense consciousness of his weakness which made him seek divine aid and which led him to exclaim, "When I am weak then am I steeng”? One thinks again of Lincoln, during the darkest days of, the Civil War, driven to his knees in prayer because, as he said, he had nowhere else to go. It is the consciousness of God’s power working/in and through them that make men strong, ans God never calls a man to a task, no matter how great, without upho'ai£ him if he seeks faithfully to fulflill It. 7 It is when we trust in our own strength that our lives prove ineffectual. His Sense of God $ Moses had a deep sense of God’s presence. The characterization of >God as a present spiritual reality is one of the strongest and most beautiful things of this whole narrative. God is v ,I am that I am. That is, He Is a living God present in the affairs of men, judging their motives and deed*, a power for rlghteousnes and

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