Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 60, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 July 1926 — Page 8

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WIR) 0 W° W .' business Aisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

The names in this story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as re. ferrtns to any particular person, trace or firm. uo “ r * -

BRAD 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 JOHN MANNBAS, the sales manager, and is in love with him. He is engaged to an heiress. DORIS HINIG. Because of her feelimr for him. Mary Rose repeatedly refuses to marry TOM ITTZROY7 a young docFlossle. a born vamp, works in the fllin* separtment. Mary Robo diseot-ers she is carrying on a secret love affair with the president, of the company. Jf T . ‘.MY DEXTER, although she’s engS? Id *siis secretary, SAM JESSUP.v Dexter, who's married, gives h r. gpv . eral gifts, among them a gold vanity ease. And she boasts to Mary /fate t) la t he cares more for her than ' Hoes for his wife and family 1 aoea lor Manners takes Mary F fllJp home t 0 meet his invalid mother. „. l(t finally tells her that ho loves her wavß w m, whe th er h marries or not . She ’ J n .d .MRS. become great iriondfl. !£ h 9* , * t .?r* and Flossie gets J?y .Hi!!"! je.uners that Mary Rose is just Jtrmgii him along" and really loves Tom Fi*^.. oy anc j intends to niarry him agon. r .annera believes the liA and Mary Rose renders at ilia sudden coldness towa h her w MRS. finds Flossie's vanity case in tv,, r husband’s ear one morning JWPT, /lossie and ”he have been "joy /’ in it. She comes down to the ““‘'ye, and finding Marv Rose taking dlcJ? Jon from Dexter, decides that she s 1 jc girl who’s been with her husband— A’Mi gives her a tongue-lashing in the hearing of, the whole office. Dexter explains things in his own way and calms •down his wife. But the office gets the Impression that Marv Rose lias beep running around with him. Ami Marv Rose ' lets them think so, to shield Flossie, who points out that Sam will neyer marry her if he finds out about her and Dexter. The girls nt the office shun Mary Rose and when they give a Halloween party she decides not to go. She gets leave to go home early to help Flossie dress for it, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XEI V At four o’clock Flossie came flying down the stairs, like a bird os she came. “‘Well!” she exclaimed, opening her blue eyes wide as she saw that Mv.y Rose was for t)he afreet. "I certainly am surprised that Poison-face let you off eag-ly—” “Poison-face?” Mary Rose repeated puzzled. " Flossie waved aij -a.iry.hand in the direction oif John Manners’ private office, “Poison-face Manners!” she .giggled. “He’s been running around looking like a grave digger for days! Haven't you noticed wHht an awful ■grouch he has? I think.hls girl must 'have turned him down, or sorheihing!” She loved to rub It in*o Mary Rose that John Manners had a girl. At home they found that Mrs. Middleton had a bite of early supper for Flossie,' on the kitchen,table. “And you just Vlt right down theVe and eat it," she said, pushing the girl into a chair, “you won’t eat a bite of the supper when you get to that party—you'll be that excited!” mossle* was excited now, for that matter. She chirped and twittered liko a sparrow as she picked at |he plate of beans and the’ toasted tomato sandWiAes her mother had fixed for hei\ / "Oh, I can’t eat. Really I’m not hungTy!” she appealed tovMrs. Middleton. “Please let me go up and see my dress!” And she was gone like a tiuy whirlwind. By th.e time Mary Rose got upstairs-, she was standlhg before the mirr-yi-, wearing the pink chiffon r jr. ch to her knee, mid she stood on her toes like a ballet dancer, her slim legs supporting her as a stem supSvrting a flower. “Polly of the circus!” she cried, throwing her siste’b a fairy-like kiss from her rosy finger-tips. “Mary Rose, you don’t think much of me, J know, but you must admit I’m pretty!” , "You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful!” Mary Rose assured her, and :she meant it from the bottom of .'her honest heart. “That's why I lhate to see you throw yourself away on a married j' “Sermonizing again,”* sighed Flossie, taking off her gauzy pink dress, and getting ready foV her “And anyway, I'm not throwing myself awßy on a married man, or on anybody else! I take pretty good care of Number One. Don’t you worry about anybody putting anything over on little Flossie!” * , While she taking her bath, Mary Rose dressed,, herself for the (5 ■o’clock dinntr she was going to have with . John Manners’ mother. But there was no joy in the task. She really didn't care whether she looked well or not. For she knew that John would not be tjjere to see how she lookecV He seemed to make it a special point

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MRS. ANNA MCHENRY • lOOS E. PLUM STREET, MARSHALL. ILLINO 3 * I In tjie year 1819, two babies were born whose lives were destined to have a far-reaching influence. One was born In a stern castle of Old England, 4he other in a humble .farmhouse in New'England. "'Queen Victoria through, her wisdom and kindliness during a-long and prosperous reign has become enthroned in tbje hearts of the Brltfsh people. Lydik E. Pinkham through the merit ol her Vegetable Compound has m*te her name a household word In wousangs of American tomes, ’l

nevfer at home on the nights when Mary Rose came to read to his mother! At half-nast five Flossie wa6 all dressed. Her hair was curled in a hundred golden rings on her head. Her cheeks were scarlet with ro uge and excitement, and her white ihouders ro£e like snow above the low neck’ of the beflowered pink dress. With her short skirts', and long pink silk encased legs she looked like a painter’s dream of a-ballet dancer. “She may be my daughter, but she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life!” Mrs. Midclleton said to Mary Rose, as they stood In the bay window of the brown house and watched Flossie * climb into Sam’s “Wheezer.” “And to think that she’s going to marry that no-account boy, there?” she snorted, tossing her head angrily In the direction of Sam. "A girl like that/who could marry anybody on earth that she wanted to marry! And she picks out that nit-wit!” Mary Rose went out into the hall and looked at the clock. “Twenty jpinutes to six! I must go or I’ll be late,” she said, and put on her hat. As she kissed her mother good-by, the telephone rang. *" It was Tom Fitzroy. “I’m phoning fropi the drug store down'at the corner,” he said. *“I thought if you aren’t busy I’d run up for a minute. We haven’t seen each other for a coon’s age.” % “How woujd ybu like to take me for a drive instead?” she asked. “I was Just leaving tHe house.” ’ “teee you' in ten seconds,” and she hung up. In' two or three minutes she heard the dull rumble of his car. as it tore up the street. She ran out to him. “All dressed up—and where do we go?” she gayly as sha. climbed in beside him and snuggled under the racoon rug. “I have only twenty minutes or so.” ( He took out his watch and looked at it. “ Where do you Jtave Jo be at six .o'clock?” he asked, looking hard at her, “Dinner date with some ihpn? Because if you have one. I’ll be darned if I’ll drive you to It!” She laughed and shook her head. “No, indeed! I’m going to have din- • ner with an old lady, and Jo her about Becky Sharp, afterward,” she answered. “I nevea go anywhere with any man any more, Tom.” Ire started the car. “The old lady happens to be the mother of the man I work she went on serenely. “I think you said your mother knows John Manners' mother?” She saw his jaw set in a hard line, but he made no comment. “You needn’t bO jealous of him, Tom,” she said presently. ‘Aide's go-, Ing to marry that Miss Hinlg of his. and he’s all wrapped up In her.” But even then, he made no sign that he’d heard her. He .kept his eyes forward, and in five minutes they were standing before the high, narrow house where John Manners lived. “What time will you be ready to leave here?” he asked grimly, as he helped her out of the car. "At Dine.” “I'll call for you.” “Oh. please don’t bother,” Mary Rose begged him. i“ld j<ist love to walk home, really. I need the air

/ "I’ll call for you,” he said again and drove away. At nine o’clock wlfen she opened the door of the house and stepped out, the first thing she saw was his car packed across the strget. He got out of it and came toward her. “Johnny-on-the-spot,” he called, and Maty Rose sighed in heb secret* soul. “Johnny” was what Manners’ mother called him. / “I’m going to drive 'you home to qur house for about twenty minutes," Tom sUd, -as he started the car, "while I go over to the hospital and take a look at a fellow I operated on this afternoon. Then I’ll come back and get you. It’s too cold for you to sit. around outdoors to-night.” She laid her hand on his arm. “Oh, no, Tom, please take me straight home,” she pleaded. ’Mother’s aloneand I—ought to do some mending.” But he drove on. Sometimes Tom was stubborn with the stubbornness that all good natured men some-

Marshall, Illinois.—“ After my second child was born, I never saw a well day for five years. Mjt- father was telling his druggist about my condition, and the druggist insisted that, father take a bottle of Lydia E, Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and have me try it, as it had helped his wife. I had £iven up, but to please father and mother, I commenced, taking your medicine and in a weak I had begun t 6 feel better. When I passed through the Change of Life, I was taking the -Vegetable Compound and I had no trouble of any kind.”— Mrs. Ann/v McHenry, 100S E. Plum St., Marshall, Illinois. Another Woman Helped Philadelphia, Penna.—Mrs. Caroline J4agy, of 2717 Sears St., in a recent letter to the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Cos., says that / after her phild was l>orn she was in ai very weak condition. She could not seem to regain her health and went to her mother' for advice. She told her to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, as it had helped her when in like condition, and It has helped her mother also. So Mfs. Nagy started taking it. She felt better after taking the first bottle, — after taking, six bottles her weakness and other troubles disappeared, and she is never done praising the Compound. In some families the foflrth generation is learning the merit of Lydia E. Finkham’s Vegetable Compound, .

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times display. And this-was one of those times. “You’re juA like a spoiled child:” Mary Rose told him, but when he drove up before the huge white Colonial house whA-e he lived with his mother and father, got out" willingly enough. After all, whet difference dfd it make what she did? John Manners wouldn't care if she married Tom tomorrow, anyway! She might just as well lead Jfer own life and let him lead his, and not wprry about s it. • * * Tom’s mother was- qjie of those middle-aged women who vlook forty until they* are sixty. She was pretty'' and slim, and she dressed in the very latest style. Mary Rose was sure that' Mrs. Fitzroy didn’t like her. “She’d hate her son to marry me because she wants him to njarry a society butterfly,” Mary Rose told herself. “But at the same time,/ she’s furious with- me, because I can’t bring myself to care enough for him to marry Jfim!” She had hit the nail on the head—that was exactly the way Tom’s mother felt about her. She did not get up now from the lAng chair where' she lay reading when ne brought Mary Rose Into the fireljt room with its shining mahogany furniture, its bowls of roses and lighted lamps. “Hello, Mary y Rose Middleton,” she said, holding out her hand In greeting. “It’s awfully nice’ to see you again—I thought that you and

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OUT OUR WAY— By WILLIAMS

Tom must have had a tows You haven’t been here for so long." > “He never tells me a thing about you,"/shfe went on, when Tom had lqft them there together. let’s see, what was the gossip/I heard "bout you the other day?” ' *She sat silent for a~long moment, searching her memory for that bit of gossip. Suddenly it came to her. “Oh, yes,” she exclaimed, “I remember now. It- was abou£ you and the son of the friend -of a friend of mine! That seems pretty round about, but it came pretty straight, just the same!” ' “And what did the friend* of the frignd haVe to say about me?" Mary Rose asked, laughing cheerfully, as she thought how pretty Tom's mother was. 'v v “She said that she heard that wou were in love with John Manners —” Mary RoSe interrupted her. "I work for him,” she said, one hand at her throat, where she pould feel her pulse beating wildly. “You go to read to. his—mother every week,‘too,’.’ Mrs.'Fitzroy said in her lovely, lady like voice. "And —you’ve been seeing him outside the office. Mary Rose, It doesn’t look well for a young girl t 6 be seen too much with her employer.” Mary Rose stared into the flames. “Especially when you’re engaged to Tom. It Isn’t fair to him,” the voice of Tom’s mother went on like a smoothly flowing ( streim. “I’m not engaged to Tom,” the girl answered. The older #oman looked at ’her. “Is-that so? He didn’t tell me you'd

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broken it off,” she said gravely. “You don’t think you're the girl for him, then, either, do you?" Mary Rose shsok her head. ”Neitherdo I.r Mrs. Fitzroy lit a <flgaret_and took a little, puff. "But I’m afraid Tom will never get over that you are. He's been perfectly wretched the last few weeks —. She.stopped and laid one of her long, slender fingers on her lips. Thdre came the sound of the front door opening and then closing. Tom appeared in the doorway. He looked very boyish, with his red haiV ruffled by the wind and his tie askew He seemed secretly pleased about something, too—something that he considered a huge joke. “Just saw a couple of friends of yours out driving. Mary Rose,” he said, twinkling at her. “Your Mr. Manners and his Dorry Somepody-or-othep!” “Doris Hinig,” his mother Correct, ed him sharply. “And a very nice girl, she is—l met her at a couple of bridge parties lately and she drove me home.” . Mary Rose knew then where Mrs. Fitzroy had collected her hits of gossip. , (To Be Continued) What does the future hold in store for Mary Rose? See tomorrow’s installment. Parrots and monkeys, playing on wires in a sparsely Settled section of Mexico, have crippled telephone service. !

AIMEE STORY DOUBTED Grand Judy Fails to Return Indict- . incut Against Alleged Kidnapers. Bu United Press LOS ANGELES,'' Cal., July 21. The Investigation of the disappearance of Aime Eemple McPherson, evangelist, by a Los Angeles County grand jury is ended and mo indictments_have been issued. Late Tuesday the grand juiV ended its session and the reports sread that “Insufficient evidence”' had prevented issuance of John Doe indictments against Mrs. McPherson’s alleged kidnapers. The report was interpreted as a vote of nonconfi. dence by the jury of Mrs. McPherson’s story that she ha<f been kidnajfed and held captive ♦in a hut near the Mexican border. BALL PLAYERS HONORED World-War Veterans to Gets Legion Buttons at Cincinnati, Ohio. Eight American Legionnaires, members of the Cincinnati Reds baseball team, • were to be honored at a special ceremony at Reds Park, Cincinnati today, according to word received at national headquarters of the Legion here. Legion buttons were to be presented the eight men at special Citizens' Military Tralinng Camp exercises at the ball park. The presentation was to be made by Robert

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