Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 July 1926 — Page 8

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WITS) ° W° W 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. p>ce or firm.

1 READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the daughters of a widowed mother. Both of them work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS, the sale* manager, and is in love with him. He is engaged to an heiress. DORIS HINIG. Because of her feeling for him, Mary Rose repeatedly refuses to marry TOM FITZROY, a l y °'3?os(ite!' t a r bom vamp, works In the filing department. Mary Rose discovers she is carrying on a secret love affair with the president of the company, HILARY DEXTER, although she's engaged to his secretary. SAM JESSLP. Dexter, who’s married, gives her several gifts, among them a gold vanity ease. And she tells the horrified Mary Rose that Deader would love to divorce his wife and marry her. _ . Manners rouses the jealousy of Doris Htnig when he takes Mary Rose home to meet his invalid mother. Finally lie tells Mary>Rose that he loves her and always will, no matter whom he mar* s*he two sisters quarrel and Flossie gets even by telling Manners that Mary Rose is lust "kidding" him when she says she loves him. and is really in love with Tom Fitiroy. Manners believes the lie, and Mary Rose wonders at lus sudden codlncss toward her. When she goes to read to his mother he makes a paint of being away from home. Mrs. Dexter finds Flossie's vanity case In her husband's car and when she finds Mary Rose taking dictation from him in his office, she accuses her of having Mn joy riding with Dexter. The door at the office Is open, and Mary Rose realises tJkat the whole office foree is "BsteningTO." Flossie begs Mary Rose not to let any one know that it was she who was with Dexter, because she s afraid Sam Jessup won't marry her if he nflds it out. 96 Mary Rose bears Flossie's blame. The girls at the office shun her. and she decides to get anew J ° b ‘ NOW GO WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XL It began to dawn upon Mary Rose that Flossie had no intention of keeping her promise to marry Sam Jessup—at least not for a long time. “Look here, Floss,” she said to her one chilly morning when the two of them were dressing before the gas heater in the bathroom, “when are you and Sam going to be married?" Flossie answered with a shrug of her little naked shoulders, and went on combing the shimmering tangle of curls on her cunning head. "Search me !’ she said carelessly. “Sam says not before Christmas, anyway—’ “If he says that, It’s because you’ve talked him Into It!” Mary Rose replied sharply. She knew that Sam was wild to have Flossie 'for his wife, and would have married her months ago If she had let him. “You're not being fair to me." she went on. "You told me that if I'd say nothing and let Sam think I’d been running around with your friend, Dexter, you’d get married right away— f" Flossie turned on her suddenly, with her ejfes blazing. ‘Well, why should I get married right away to please you?’’ she snipped off her words. “What makes you think you can run my life to suit yourself?” Mary Rose seemed to think this over for a minute. “Somebody’s got to run it for you.” she said presently. “We.haven’t any father, and mother doesn’t kno ( w any more about the world than a baby—” She stopped and Flossie finished the thought for her. “And you think that If you don’t make me marry Sam, I'Ji* go to the dogs, don't' you?” She swung her yellow head from side to side as she spoke. “Well, then, let me tell you something! I’m not such a fool as you think! I know more about men right now than you'll ever know,'if you live to be a hundred!” She stopped long enough to pull on her stockings of thin rose beige, chiffon and then spoke again: “I suppose you think that Hilary Dexter’ll never dare look at me again, now, don’t you?” Mary Rose had a sudden vision of Dexter’s'remembered face as it bad looked that day when his wife walked Into his office and told him she was going to divorce him. She could still see the look of absolute terror that had flashed into it as he had dropped down on his knees beside her large, block-like figure. Ah, nd, she was sure that Dexter never would dare to glance at Flossie again! He had been too badly scared. “Os course, I don’t tfilnk he’ll bother you any more," she answefbd. , “He may want to, but he’ll never take a chance with that wife of his, watching him like a hawk.” Flossie’s gay little laugh startled her with its shrill suddenness. “That ■hows all you know about the men tolks, sweetie,” she said radiantly. '’He's been pestering me for two days just to see ( him for five minutes. He says he must see me —that it’s a llfe-and-death matter. Looky—” She reached out for her sweater that was flung over the towel rack until she was ready to put It on.

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, From one of its pockets she drew a small crumpled sheet of paper. On it was a typewritten message. "I still think you are loveliest thing in the world, and if I were free I would marry you tomorrow. Please say you'll see me this afternoon at 4, at the old meeting place.” The note was unsigned. But Mary Rose knew that it was from Dexter. “He left it. on my typewriter yesterday," Flossie told her. smoothing out the creases of the paper, thoughtfully. "But you didn't meet him?" her sister asked anxiously. "No," Flossie answered. "I'm going to make him get down on his knuees and crawl before he can get back where he was with me. Then I'll see him and find out this llfe-and-death matter is.” Mary Rose her head. “There isn't any life-and-death matter,” she said. 'He just wants to see you again to patch things up with you, so he can get back on the old footing with you. But don't you let him do it. Promise me—” She get that far and stopped short. What was the use of asking Flossie to promise anything? She never had been known to keep any promise that she made. What she would do was to prom ise anything--tell anything, to get herself out of a tight place. Just as she had told Mary Rose that she would marry Sam Jessup If only Mary Rose wouldn' tlet him know that she'd been running around with Hilary Dexter! But Mary Rose had one trump card left and she played It now. “All right, you do as you please about it!” she said sharply. “But if you don't marry Sam, and If you *do start running around agalp with Dexter, I'm going to tell the whole \ story to Sam! I’m tired of shouldering your blame, anyway!' Flossie laughed again. She was powdering her face now, turning it this way and that'under the mirror lights and making eyes at herself as she did it. She took out a little box of lip paste and reddened her mouth. Then she took out, another little box and began to darken her lashes with the mascara that it con tained. - "It's too late to\ell Sam that stuff now,” she observed, as she stood back from the glass to admire herself. "You should have told him about it at the time —he'd never be lieve you no v. So go ahead and blab all you want to!” Mary Rose knew that what ehe said was the truth. It was too late now to tell Sam or any one else that It had been Flossie’s vanity case that Mri. Dexter had found In her hus band's car. For the whole office had mulled over the story so often that it had become ancient history to them. It< was a settled fact at the Dexter Company that Mary Rose Middleton had been “jaezing around’ with Mr. Dexter and that Mfs. Dexter had found ievout and raised particular Ned aobut'TH And Flossie, the real culprit, went unscathed. * • • On the 30th of October, the oflkee force of the Dexter Company was to give a Halloween party —A masquerade. Flossie, after long and deep thought, had decided she would be most fascinating if she went dressed as a ballet <Jancer. For iy*eks Mrs. Middleton had spent mdst of the spare time ruffling yards and yards of pale pink chiffon for the short, puffy skirt. “What kind of a costume are you' going to wear, Mary Rose?” she asked the girl two or three nights Jjefore the party, as the two of them sat under the lamp in the back parlor. Mary Rose's lips quivered. At 22 It Is hard to give up a party—especially that most Interesting of' all parties, a masquerade.\ "I’m not going,” she answered quietly. “I’m going over to read to Mrs .Manners that night.” It had become an established custom for Mary Rose to read a chapter or two of “Anna Karenina" to John Manners' mother, one night every week. \They had almost finished the fa- ( mous tragedy and had made plans to' start Thackeray’s "Vanity Fair.” "It's Johnny'3 favorite novel,” Mrs. Manners had said to Mary Rose, watching the girl’s face closely. But It betrayed no sign of emotion. Mary Rose was learning that hardest lesson of life—not only to hide her feelings, hut not to have them at all! Not to feel hurt when Miss

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Minnick and Miss Brown walked past her. without asking her to iunch with them. Not to feel wounded when John Manners gave hr dictation in a hard, cold voice. Not to mind when he £aid, “You may go now,” in the tone he might have used to a total stranger. “I just wonder how long I can stand it!” she would say to herself sometimes, with clenched teeth, when she left him. On the morning of the 30th, Miss Minnick surprised her by turning in her chair and speaking to her. It was. the first time in almost twp weeks that she had said anything to her beyond “Good morning.” “Are you coming, to the ilarty tonight?” she asked coldly. “No,” Mary Rose answered, "I'm oiot.” Miss Minnick smoothed her freckled hands down over her sandy hair, and smiled with the air of a person who could say a g<)od deal she had a mind to do it. “Mr. Dexter’s going to be there,” she said. "Well, I'm not!” Mary Rose could have slapped her for that. She looked at Miss Minnick’s red-rimmed eyes and pale cheeks and wondered how she ever had liked the girl. She hated her now. “But Mrs. Dexter isn't,” Miss Minnie went on, casting her eyes down demurely. "At least the paper yesterday said she was out of town—gone down to Hot Springs for a week.” Mary Rose put a sheet of paper Into her typewriter and. began tor

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write furiously. She banged the keys as if they were to blame for all her misery. But when Flossie, who was to blame for all of it. came downstairs a moment later, she greeted her as she always did. For the very sight of Flossie was, somehow, disarming. She looked as small and sweet and defenseless as a little cat that has its ciatvs hidden. “What'do you want, Kitten?” she asked. “I’m going home early to get dressed for tonight,” Flossie answered. "And I wondered if you’d ask Manners to let you off early, too, so you'd have time to curl my hair for me. Almost all of the permanent wave's out of it—see?” She ran one of her little hands through the shining gold mass of it, to show her how much It needed curling. Then she leaned across the and spoke in a husky whisper. “And, say, listen,- can you lend me $2? I want to buy an artificial rose—” Heb face fell as Mary Rose shook her head. “I hate to refuse you, Flossie,” she said, “but I just haven’t It. You know, you Bpent all your money last Saturday getting the stuff for your costume. And I gave Mother everything I had but a dollar for the grocer.” “Gosh, It's certainly tough to be poort” Flossie observed, with the eyes of a tragedy queen. “I wiah J had enough money—Just oijce! Just once to see what It felt, UkeJfTo have all the clothes X JihX

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all the perfume, and a brand new manicure and marcel! That’s my Idea of Paradise!” She walked sadly away. At half-past three Mary Rose went into John Manners’ office. “Would there be any chance of my getting off early this afternoon?” she asked gravely. “Why, yes, Mies Middleton,” he answered In the cold indifferent ton£ he always used to her these days. “I suppose you want to go home to dress for the party tonight.” "No—l’m not going,” she said, looking pasF'hlm at the hazy blue sky outside the windows. "I’m going to read to your mother tonight.” “You don’t have to do that, you know!” he reminded her sharply. “But I enjoy it—” Bhe began, and then looked at him. “Don’t you want me to go any more?” she asked bluntly. “Suit yourself,” was all he answered and bent doxyn to the work he was doing. (To Be Continued) Mary Bose learns that she has lost out all around, because of her sacrifice, in tomorrow’s installment. WATCH YOUR DIET Never eat a heavy meal When you are angry or unusually tired, as you are liable to pay for it with a headache 6i a of indigestion. HOUSE PLANTS Soil for potted plants and flower pox* a should be very rich, and light.

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facturers give them dresses without skirts they will wear them. “Booth ,-Tarkington has the statement that the woman fifty years hence would wear no dresses at alt. I would say that at the present rate of abbreviations woman will go unclothed In half that time. ' “Woman is a weak straw in the wind in the matter of fashions. “She has been likened to a bungolow—a pointed front, shingled top and no uflper story—and that illustration is often times correct. But I 'have abiding faith in the so-called flapper of today, no matter how she dresses,” declared Madam Hall. TO LEAVE Miss Stella Haugh, "The Sunshine Girl,” local radio artist, and Miss Goldie Saylor, pianist, who have been heard every Monday evening during the past radio season from the Firestone sttidlo of the Carr Tire Company, at Delaware and Michigan Sts., over WFBM, will spend their vacation In Chicago and Cincinnati and have been .Invited to broadcast from both cities. On July 21 this popular pair will be heard from WLW, the Crosley station in Cincinnati, and July 23 will broadcast from WQJ, Rainbow Gardens, Chicago. ~~ r— —————y— fSpj at 9 tonidkt take for constipation.

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