Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 65, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 July 1926 — Page 8

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tftflß) 0 W° 99 Business misses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

The names In ‘his story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken aa refaring to any particular person, place or firm.

HEAD THIS FIRST: FLOSSIE .Y.\l) MARY ROSE MIDDLBTO.\ titt: two itreliy muN-ih, Uie tuuiilitfib ui u widowed mouier. Tlicy work I tit? Dcxeier Autontoliilj toinpaiD. ax-uy ttose it> ecreutry to Jtlllv MANNERS, ttu- naira mauager, auu tst in love wuh Him. But lie's engaged to DORIS In.MG, uu heiress. Because of her leeliug lor him. Mary Hose rel> uti'dly refuses to marry l)tt. TOM . i. ZtvOY. 1 tousie, a born vamp, does a very ...lor joii of keeping i lie office tiles, .nary Rose discovers she is carrying ou n tlirtaiion with tile president ot the eo.it puny. Hit.ARY DEXTER, although sues engaged to Ins secretary, DAM sr.xrslA’. tilled she’s not out danring with Sam, she's ■•joy-riding" with Dexter. 'j he girls' mother, MRS. MIDDLE'IU.V, can t.o nothing with her. dolln Manners lulls in love witli Mary Rose, and tells her so. Rut his sense of honor and duty keeps him bound to Dor.s. Tlie sisters quarrel, uiul to get even witil Mary Rose Flossie tells Manners that she cures nothing lor him uiul really loves Torn Fit/.roy and intends to marry him. Mann rs believes her. for Eloswie ean lie convincingly, and Mary Rose nonders at his sudden coldnesu toward her. MRS. DEXTER llnds Flossie's monograined vanity case In her husband's car. When she conies to his olfice to tell him she’s going to divorce him, she finds Mary Rose taking his dictation, and promptly accuses her of trying to steal her husband away from her. The whole office hears (lie undeserved tongue lashing Mury Rose receives from the angry woman, and they snuli her. Flossie, Hie real culprit, begs licr not (o let any one know that it was really she who left the ruse In (he ear. because if Sam knows about tier and Dexter, he’ll never marry her. So Mary Rose who piny* (hat Sam will marry Flossie and get her away from Dexter, lakes the blame. Flossie goes out with Dexter nne night and wnlks home whe.ii he goes 100 far In his love making. She llnds out ut Inst what a married man thinks of a girl who’ll go out with him. and Is thoroughly disillusioned. The next night Mary Rose finds that she has left home, bag und baggage. (Now Go on With the Story) CHAPTER XLVI Mary Rose looked around her at ( the little disordered room as if It could give her some Inkling of where Flossie had gone—and with whom—and why. It did tell her one thing for certain. And that was that wherever Flossie had vanished to, she was not coming back for a long time. For she had taken all her new fall clothea with her, all of her bright sleazy silk underwear and every bit of the jewelry that Hilary Dexter had given her. “All my best stockings, too,” Mary Rose added to herself, as she went rapidly through the drawers of the old walnut dresser. The fact did not surprise her at all. For Flossie had always helped herself to her sister’3 clothes and trinkets whenever she felt like It. She had a habit of walking off with Mary Rose’s most treasured possessions, carelessly remarking that I’ll just borrow thesp beads of yours—” or “All my stockings have Jacob’s ladders in them, so I’ll grab a pair of yours, if you don’t mind?” The sound of her silver sweet little voice saying these things seemed still to echo in the room. The air was heavy with the scent of the "Fleur d’Amor” perfume that she used so freely, and a littfe pile of pale pink face powder was heaped upon the dresser cover. Across the foot of the bed was flung a pink satin bed jacket that Mrs. Middleton had made for her from an old dancing dress. Her old slippers were under vhe bett. “But where In the dickens Is she?” Mary Rose asked aloud. She stood in the center of the room, wondering what to do. “I ought to tejl mother,” she thought. "But she’ll just go right up in the air—” And then, suddenjii’Jshe thought of Torn Fitzroy. Tom, who was never confused or flustered, who always knew what was the right thing to do, and who went'ahead and did it, expecting no gold medals for doing it! Two minutes later she was at the telephone, talking to him, her lip* pressed close to the mouthpiece so that her mother should not hear her talking to him. “Tom, I’m In terrible trouble,” she began. “I don't know what In the world to do, and I wonder if you—” “I’ll be there like a rubber duck,” he Interrupted her. “So long.” There was a click in her ear as he hung up at his end of the line. In ten minutes she saw the great glaring headlights of his roadster sweep up the street and she ran to Open the door for him. “What's happened, old lady?” he asked, as he came up the steps at a single hound. She held up a warning Anger. “S-sh!” she whispered. “Don't let mother hear! It’s about Flossie.” He gave a short grunt. “Huh! What’s she up to now?” he asked. “Been out with this guy What’s-His-Name again?” She shook her head again and drew him into the back parlor where the last embers of a wood Are glowed In the fireplace. “That’s Just it. I don’t know where she Is, or what, she's up to;” she said. “She Just disappeared this afternoon. Never • said good-by to

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mother or anything-*just walked out of the house.” Tom looked puzzled. “Didn’t anybody see her go?” he asked. “Yes, mother saw her going down the street carrying something,” Mary Rose told hinn “It was too dark for her to see what it was. But it must have been a suitcase, because she’s taken all her good clothes with her.” Tom scratched his head. “We may as well say what’s on our minds,” he said at last. you think this man Dexter Is at the bottom of this thing? Do you think she’s cleared out with him?” Mary Rose gasped at this echo of her own thought. She had been afraid to admit, even to herself, that Dexter might be at the bottom of Flossie's disappearance. She turned her white face slowly to Tom. “Why don't you call up his house and see if he’s there?” she asked. Tom got up from the arm of the chair where he had been sitting. "I can’t phone from here, that's a cinch.” he said. “Put on your coat, and we’ll go down to the drug store and do it from there.” Mary Rose ran upstairs for her hat and coat. As she came out of her bedroom, the door of her mother’s room across the hall opened suddenly. “That you, Mary Rose?” she asked. "Who’s downstairs? I thought I heard you talking to some one.” “You did, dear. Tom dropped in," the girl answered, trying to make her voice sound natural and unconcerned. "We’re going to drive down to the drug store. We’ll be back in a jiffy.” “I know your jiffies! You lock the door and take the key with you,” her mother ordered. “I’m going to step over to Blair’s for a minute.” It was a moment later when Mary Rose went to get her front door key from behind the black marble clock that stood on the mantel shelf, that she found Flossie’s key there, too. She held it up for Tom to see. "She’s left her key, too,” she whisyered to him. “You can see that she’s been making her plans to go.” Tom shook his head, with its crisp red hair. “That’s doesn’t prove anything,” he said. “I’ve been thinking it over and I’ll bet you that young Flossie got sore at you or your mother and is just giving you a good scare. She'll probably show up before midnight.” “No, she’s gone," Mary Rose answered with soft decision. “She means to be gone a long time, too. I know, because she’s taken all my clean stockings and my pearl beads and most of my handkerchiefs. Wherever she is, she intends to stay—” She raised her voice; "By-by, Mother, we won’t be gone five minutes!” But they were gone much longer than five minutes. First of all Tom telephoned Hilary Dexter’s house and was told sharply that “Mr. Dexter wouldn't be home before midnight.” I didn’t have the nerve !o ask if he had Mrs. Dexter with him,” Tom reported to Mary Rose, "because ■ I have a hunch it was Mrs. Dexter who answered!" He sat down beside her, on a soda fountain stool and looked at her thoughtfully. “See here,” he said, “I’m going to call up all the accident wards of the hospitals and see if she's beeh hit by a car or anything. And while I’m doing it, you think uti all the people she knows and well give ’em all a ring. That’s the only way to get a line on her.” Mary Rose gave him number, but Sam was not a; home. Neither was Alice James. And of the dozen other people whom Tom called, nope could tell him anything abdut Flossie. “We may as well go home,” Mary Rose said at last, getting down from her high stool. “Flossie's apparently dropped out of sight.” "Did she have any money for railroad fare, or to pay a hotel bill?” Tom asked, as they drove back home. “No—l have her pay envelope, 1 don’t believe she had a sou,” Mary Rose answered. "But, Tom, I may as well be frank with you. She had a great big sapphire ring and a lot of other jewelry that Mr. Dexter had given her. She could have pawned It, to get money. Tom whistled. “Jiminy Christmas! A sapphire ring!” he repeated. ‘Gosh, Mary Rose, you shouldn’t have let her take stuff like that from him! That’s the absolute limit!” The girl threw out both her hands, in a movement of utter despair'. “Don’t I know it?” she asked.

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“Haven’t I done everything I could for months to try to keep her away from him? I’ve got on my knees to her, not to have anything to do with him—Oo-ooh!” Her voice died away in a groan. "Look up there!” she said and Tom followed her gaze up,, to the second story windows of the little brown house. A light shone there from the windows of the corner room that she and Flossie had shared for so many years. , “What is it?” Tom asked. “I don’t see anything.” “Mother’s there!” Mary Rose explained to him, sharply. “I left that room in darkness, so that\ she wouldn’t see that all Flossie’s things are gone, and now she's found it out! Oh, I wanted to keejj, it from her!”® “You should hav etold her the whole thing, long ago,” Tom said grimly. He held her by both arms, as he lifted her down from the automobile. “You haven't any business keeping things from your mother. It’s her right to know what’s hap* pening to her family!” Mary Rose stared at him for a moment. “That’s Just what she said to me, tonight,” she answered in a low tone. “She was crying because she said Flossie and I’d shut her out of our livesthat we never told her anything—never needed her! She said the world was changing and that mothers have gone oyt of fashion.*’ ‘ Mrs. Middleton was waiting for them when they opened the doofi

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She was standing like a statue, half way up the Stairs, gripping the banisters with one of her small, hard, work-worn hands. Her face with its tired blue eyes was gray white. “You know Flossie’s gone,” she said. Her voice was low apd flat and even, but somehow there was in it the keen note of agony that is in the cry of a mother-bird when one of her fledgings falls from the nest. And Instead of answering, Mary Rose burst into tears. / “Mother, it’s my fault!" she cried, wringing her hands. “I should have told you about it, long ago!” Her mother looked at her, plainly puzzled. “You knew she was going?" she asked, incredulously. “You knew she was going and you didn’t tell me?” Mary Rose shook her head. “No—” she began, and then at the'sound of an automobile horn, she turned to the window. Nofc-an automobile, but a motorcycle had stopped at the curb and a messenger was coming up the steps. She opened the door and sffcned for the special delivery letter that he handed to her. -It was addressed to “Miss Florence Middleton.*’ Without a word, Mary Rose gave it to her mother. Mrs. Middleton looked at it with the same terrified stare that a telegram always brought into her eyes. "What’s this?” she asked, and turned it over and over in her hands. With trembling fingers she tore the envelope Qpep and held the

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