Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 63, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 July 1926 — Page 8

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“Business Kisses” By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife” 1 %

The names in *hta story are ourely fletitiona and aro not to be taken as referring to any particular person. p**co or nra.

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLETON arc two pretty sisters, the da lighters of a widowed mother. They work tor the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS. the sales manager, and is in love with him. Rut he's engaged to •DORIS HINIG, an heiress. Because of her feeling for him. Mary Rose repeatedly •refuses to marry DR. TOM I ITZROY. Flossie, a born vamp, does a very poor job of keeping the office tiles. Mary Rose disco vers she is carrying on a flirtation with the president of the company. HILARY DEXTEir. although she a engaged to his secretary. SAM JESSUP. When she s not out .lancing with Sam, she's “joy-riding' 1 with Dexter. mother! MRS. MIDDLETON. caTT do nothing with her. , ... .. John Manners falls In love with Mary Rose, and tell her that he always will care for her, .whether he marries Doris OI "The" sisters quarrel, and to get even with Mary Rose Flossie tells Join, that she's “just sti-ingnig 1 inn along and intends to marry Tom l-ilzroy. Maiy Rose wonders at John s sudden coolness tO M a RS. h D r EXTER finds Flossie's vanity case, a present to the girl from Dexter, in her husband s ear When she < on * to the office to tell Dexter that she intends to divorce him. she mistakes Mary Rose for Flossie, and accuses her o running around with him. Every one in the office hears the undeserved tonguelashing that Mary Rose gets from hei. and her follow workers snub lier. be; cause they think she s been v ampins De Flossie. the real culprit, beg*, her not to tell that it was she who left the case in the ear. because, as she points out, it Sam Jessup knows *h‘‘S been running around with lie'll "ever marry her. So Mary Rose, who wants Sam to marry Flossie and get her out of Dexter s way lakes the olarne for y . The company gives a Hallo ween l ,ar '> and Flossie disappears with Dexter. At 2 in the morning Sam Jessup comes to the house, looking for VV hen he goes. Mary Rose phones Dexter s IiOUR* and finds that he is not at home J l , ill? Dexters infatuation tor Flossie. Marv Rose is terribly afraid for her. NOW OO ON WITH THK STORY CHAPTER XLIV Mary Rose threv an old cashmere shawl of her mother's around her shoulders and went out on to the front porch. The night was cold and there was a high wind blowing—a wind that sent the clouds scuttling across the white moon and tossed the de£d leaves in the gutters of New YorK St. The girl shivered a* she thought of Flossie out on a night like thisdressed in a wisp of chiffon and an unlined satin cape. Inside the house, the clock struck two slowly and* solemnly. As the sound of it died away, an automobile turned the corner of the street and came toward the Middleton's little house. ‘‘l suppose that’s Sam coming back,” thought Mary Rose, leaning over the porch railing. But she was wrong. The car stopped a few yards from the house, an£ in the light from a lamp post, she could make out thg familiar lines of Hilary Dexter's big special Eight. How long she stood there, with anxious eyes fastened on it, she didn’t know, but she was stiff and cold by the time she saw Flossie’s slim little figure emerge froth it and run toward the house. She came slowly, her feet dragging as sRe came. The lilt that made Flossie always seem to dance when she walked was gone.

And as she came up the steps and Into the glare from the light In the vestibule Mary Rose could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were wet Mascara from her lashes streaked her soft cheeks with black. The hat she wore was tipped rakishly over one ear. And in her hand she carried her gold slippers! “Flossie, where underlie sun have you been?” Mary Rose asked in a frightened whisper. “Under the moon, you mmi,,don't you?” Flossie asked; glancing up at it tearfully. She Sniffed and wiped her eyes with a small damp ball of handkerchief. Then suddenly she kissed Mary Rose unhappily on the cheek. As they opened the door to go in, the great Dexter Eight began to move slowly and majestically down tfie street, its polished sides gleaming in the moonlight. Flossie looked after it, with fury blazing in her eyes. “You hot sketch, you!” she sobbed after the, unseen person who was driving away in it. There was a world of hatred in her little voice. • • • She went straight upstairs in her stocking feet, and Mary Rose followed as soon as she had put out the light and locked the front door. She found the little sister, sitting on the edge of her bed, her face sunk in her grimy hands, sobbing loudly like a child that had been junished. She sank down on her knees beside her, and put both arms around her quivering little figure. “Don’t cry. Floss. Don't cry like this!" she pleaded, and there were

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tears in her voice and in her eyes. “It won’t do any good, lovey. Tell me what happened.” Flossie raised her swollen, tearstained face and looked at her. ‘‘Oh, i've had the most hor-rlble night—” she began and burst into sobs again. Suddenly she lifted one of her feet and held it out toward Mary Rose. "There, look at that, if you want to see something!" she said, pointing to it. The stocking on it was torn and dirty and three of Flossie’s toes peeped through it. There was a smear of blood across the instep. As Mary Rose looked up at horrified, she began to cry again, and to beat her breast with hep* clenched fists in a frenzy. “Can you imagine me me— ME walking home from an automobile ride?” she asked, graspingly. "Just like the girls in the jokes—who have to walk home because they forgot to take along their ‘mad money' for carfare? Can you imagine it?” She threw herself down on the ted and buried her head in the pillow. But her shaking shoulders showed Mary Rose how violent were the wrenching sobs that were smothered in its downy depths. “Better let her have her cry out/’ she thought, sensibly, and went to work, drawing off Flossies torn stockings and bathing the dirty, blis tered feet with warm water. She was filled with an immense sense of relief. If nothing worse had happened to the girl than a long walk home, there was much to be thankjjul for. The night’s adventure could have had a far more tragic ending, as Flossie’s next remark proved. "Think of that simp making love to me one minute so that I was scared to death and the next one telling me how much he thought of his wife!” she said, sitting up and wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands. she did It, Mary Rose caught the glitter of a ring on one of her fingers. It was the star sapphire that Dexter had given her long ago. “I thought you'd given that back to him long ago!” she said sharply. ‘ You promised me you would!” Flossie looked down at the jewel. "I did give it back to him," she said. "But he wouldn't keep it. He said it belonged to me, because It was the color of my eyes—” "But you’re going to give it back now, aren’t you?” Mary Rose asked, but Flossie shook her head. I “Not on your pay envelope!” she answered. “That’s about all I've got out of this affair as far as I can see —that and a few *ther knickknacks.” She flipped vanity (*ase carelessly from her lap on the floor. “And I’m going to keep ’em! I'd like to see anybody, try to get ’em away from me—” She set her small chin, stubbornly. \ At that moment, the front doorbell rang briefly. The person who touched it must have barely laid his finger on it.

’’That's Sam!” Mary Rose whispered, jumping up. “He said he’d come back and tell me if he found you* He's been looking all over ere ation for you, for two hours!" "Tell him I ’phoned to say I'm staying with one of the girls, all Flossie answered. The first thing she thought of, in a tight place, was a fib, always! Rut Mary Rose hated ajie, and she told Sam as much of the truth as she could When she opened the front door to him a moment later. "Floss is all right, Sam. She’s been home for fifteen minutes,” she said, and her voice was full of the very real pity that she felt for him as he stood there, the picture of misery. Even the cigaret, drooping, from one corner of his mouth, looked dejected. ✓ "Where waa she?” he asked quickly. But Mary Rose slowly shook her head. ' I'll let her tell you all about it, herself, tomorrow," she answered. As she spoke, Flossie’s light voice came floating down the staircase: Good night, Sambo. Run home and go to bed like a good little boy.” Without answering, Sam turned and walked down off the porch. At the foot of the steps he seemed to remember himself, for he said "Good night. Mary Rose.” In a low tone, and ran out to the wheezer that stood panting at the curb. “What do you suppose ailed the aid kid, that he wouldn’t say ‘gpod night’ to me?” Flossie asked airily, when Mary Rose came upstairs "He’s not going to get anywhere with me acting like that!” She was undressing now before the old mirror, and her eyes never est her reflection, while she talked to Mary Rose.

That was a habit of Flossie’s. Whenever there was a mirror In sight, or a pane of glass or anything else that reflected her own lovely lm ago, her eyes seemed unable to leave It. She was in love with her own beauty, much as a miser is in love with his gold! “I suppose he has a right to be the least bit angry with you,” Mary Rose answered, her voice faintly tinged with sarcasm. “It wouldn’t make a man exactly to have his girl ditch him at a party and run away with another man, would it?" Flossie shrugged her shoulders. “I meant to come back.” she said sullenly. “I thought that Dexter and I’d just go for a little spin, and be back at the party in ten or fifteen minutes. It started as a lark, you see.” "But Dexter was In the most awful mood!” she went on and Mary Rose noticed that she no longer spoke of him as “Dex.” "I didn’t know he In him to behave so terribly, and—lt was all I could do to get away from him, and start to walk home.” She sat down again on the edge of her bed and began to rub her bruised feet. “Then, just as 1 got Into town, he came tearing along in his car. and said he’d behave himself if I’d get in and let him bring me home. So I got in and he did behave himself —and that’9 all therp Is to it.” x

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Mary Rose looked at her, as she sat there, rubbing her little feet and staring at the opposite wall with her wide eyes that were the soft blue of cornflowers. “What did he do that was so terrible, Floss?” she asked, curiously. All women adore to hear about the love adventures of other women! “Made love to me,” Flossie answered. “Yes, but he’s done that before,” said Mary Rose, remembering the day when she had seen Flossie in Dexter’s arms on the stairs. “Not that way,” the girl explained. “And besides, I thought he wanted to marry me, until tonight. He kept telling me how he longed to me everything in the world —and I fell for it!” She shook her head, as if her own blindness was a thing beyond her understanding. '* She stood up suddenly in her short pink nightgown and began to comb her hair, pulling the comb ruthless-' ly through the tangle of golden curls that covered her head. “He never though of leaving his wife!” she went on in a fury. “He just wanted to see how far he could go with me! How ruueh of a fool he could make out of me! Ugh! I could knock him so crepe!” She laughed suddenly—a laugh that had no mirth In It. “I did, too!” she said. “Wheiy his wife comes home tomorrow/ he’ll have some time explaining to her how he got his face all scratched up!” “How did he?” Mary Rose asked innocently. “How did he, you poor baby”

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Flossie repeated. “Why, I did, of course! I tweaked his nose good for him when he acting smart with me!” She went on more calmly in a minute. “I’d like to see "any man In the world kiss me. whe.n I don't want him to,” she said prldefully. "And I’d like to see one stop himself when I do want Jiim to!” She gave herself a last look of adftiiration In the glass and turned out the light. Mary Rose had almost dropped off to sleep when she was drawn back to wakefulness by the sound of smothered sobbing. She leaned aeposs the space between the two sfnall white beds and patted her sister’s heaving shoulders. “Don't cry. Floss,” she whispered. "After all, you never really liked Dexter. And there's plenty of good jobs besides the one you had at his place." , “I’m not crying aboyt him, or his darned old job, either,” Flossie sobbed. “I'm —I'm crying because Sam wouldn’t say good night to ma!'! (To Be Continued) Flossie, angry with Dexter, takes a drastic step, but read tomorrow’s installment. HEAT FATAL TO THREE Bv T'nitefl Prcx* NEW YORK, July 24.—A steadv raln early tqday brought relief from ■the heat which yesterday killed three and has caused deaths here since it began several days ago. John Watson Dixon, president of the Yale club, was ona of the victims yesterJay. ;

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The International Uniform Sunday School Lesson for July 25. The Meaning of the a’assover. Exod. 12:1. 2. 21-28. By William E. Gilroy, p. D. Editor of the Congregattonalist Our lesson deals with one of the most important ritual observances In the history of mankind. One need only think of the part that the Jewish people have played in history, and of the central place in the life of that people of the Feast of the Passover, to realize that this is true. The establishment of the passover and the deep place that it came to have in the life of the people would seem to be the strongest evidence of the historic backgrounds of our lesson. There had been in the life of the Jewish people a great tragedy and a great deliverance. Tradition and Fact All except those who take an entirely credulous and uncritical attitude toward all things historical and religious will realize that in the records of the early life and history of every people—there is a place where tradition blends with fact. It Is so in the life of every people and nation today, fiot excepting our own country, the newest and largest of modern developments. American historians today are constantly producing evidence of the extent to which in our "own national life tradition blends with fact. There is no reason why we should assume that any ancient people waa

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an exception in this regard. The rec'ords of Israel’s national life that have come down to us were apparently written, in many instances, long after the events recorded. I emphasize this fact of the blending of tradition and fact in the early records of a people because it seems to me important in its suggestion that the interest and the great spiritual teachings of Scripture depend not upon a multiplicity of detail hut upon the essence of the narrative—the .great important facts concerning spiritual life and development. Those of us especially who have not been brought up under Jewish teaching and tradition will find it difficult to appreciate the teachings to be derived from the story of the passover if we approach it in any other way. Very ; Necessary It is especially necessary that yve should interpret the inner meaning ofnhe passover in the light of Christian ideas. We need only read 1 the records concerning the passov;r in the New Testament, and especially the story of the closing events in the life of our Lord, tte realize the deep significance of the passover in relation to Christianity. What was this significance? It waa the effort to express in form and ceremony the worshlp~of the people that related to the sense of God’s oare and Providence. As such -there

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can be no doubt that the Passover became to some merely a form or a national rite while to others it was a worshipful consecration to God as the upholder and deliverer of his people. The Passover emphasized a sacrificial element in the life of Israel. It helped to bring into life the dominance of great Ideals and supreme emotions. No one could contemplate all that the Passover Involved withhut inevitably haring his selfishness rebuked and without being quickened into an intensity of patriotic zeal and religious fervor. It is well when in the life of every Individual and in the life of very nation there is such a worshipful and sincere response to a sublime event and to a sublime ideal. That nation is surely spiritually poverty stricken that has not established great shrines in its national life. Realizing Calvary The greatness of Christianity Is that it has established in life the supreme shrine. No human life can ever be the same when Calvary ha* been realized. Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us. In the death of Christ we find the new supreme fact of the deliveranc > of the world from bondage. also we see manifested the love of God. > vye must not think of Christianity

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and the New Testament as abolishing the spirit of the Passover as an institution of Judaism. We must think of Christianity rather as giving all that was connected with that institution richer and more universal expression. In this as in all else that was great in the Old Testament, Jesus came not to destroy but to fulfill. TO AID ROAD OILING Letters Sent Out to State Highway Department Field Men. In letters sent out today by A. H. Hinkle, superintendent of State highway maintenance, to his field men, instructions are given for the State to cooperate with towns and cities desiring to apply oil to through highways in the effort to reduce the dust nuisance. v Towns planning to use oil are asked to notify the highway commissiO|n, which will work with them In relieving the situation. The com. mission’s road drags will be available to municipalities, this affording a smooth surface when the oil ia to be applied. EQUITABLE xTILDING SOLD Bv United Pres* ' NEW YORK, July 24.—Sale of the $40,000,000 Equitable Bldg., 38-sthryi skyscraper at 120 Broadwhy, by the! Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, today passed control of the property to William H. Vanderbilt. Harry C, Cashing 111, and Leroy W. Baldwin, president of the Empire Truat Company,