Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 99, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 July 1926 — Page 8

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• <f<flfi) ° W° 99 Business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

*The names in *.hls story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as refeirlng to an* particular person. p*ce or firm.

HEAD THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and MARY HOSE MIDDLETON arc two pretty Bisters, the dauirlilers ol a widowed mother. They work for the Dexter Automoible Com piny . Mary Hose is secretary to JOHN MANNERS, the sales manager, ami is in love with him. But he is engaged to DOltlS IIINIG, an heiress. Because of Ik r feeling for him, Mary Rose repeatedly refuses to marry ©ft. TOM FITZROY. r Flossie, a born vamp, does a very poor job of keeping the office files. Alary Hose discovers she is carrying on a flirtation with tiie president of the tompikuy. HILARY DEXTER, although she s going to marry Ids secretary. SAM JESSUP. She a edits girts of jewelry from Dexter a married man, and goes joy-riding with him until all hours. The girl s mother. MRS. -XVdDI.EON. can do nothing with her. John Manners f>lt ß in love with Mary Pose. lIS he neve’:- has been in ldtve with Doris Hung. i>/y\ tells her so. That night tile two have a quarrel; and to get even /ith Mary Rose,.. Flossie tells John t'atit she is "just stringing hint along and really is ill love with wom and intends to marry him. Manners be iPves her convincing lie. and Marv '#>Bo is hurt and puzzled by his BUdde’\ coldness. She finally tells hiru she ,4 going to leave, so soon as he can K*" someone to take her place. , MRS. DEXTER finds out about her .OBband's affair with Flossie. When she comes to liis office to tell him she's go-" Jng to divorce him. she mistakes Mary Rose for Flossie, and loudly accuses her of "vamping'' Dexter. Every one in the office hears her, and all ’the girls begin oi snub Mary Rose. Flossie, the real culprit, begs her sister not to let any. one know that it was really she who ran around with Dexter, because she's afraid Sam w'on’t marry her if he finds it out. So Marv Rose-, who hopes that Flossie will marry Sam and settle down, takes the blame on her shoulders. Oiie night Dexter lets Flossie know what a marred man thinks of a girl who will let hiin make love to her. Flossie quits her job. and disappear the next day she phones and tells her mother she's with Sam Jessup in Mloli-'-igan. Then she is out off, and later, •when Mary Rose is at home, phones again. NOW 00 ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER L Mrs. 'Middleton took up the receiver, held it to her ear for a moment and then let it drop from her fingers. "You’ll have to talk to her, Mary Rose. I can’t,” tihe said in a trembling half-whisper. As she went back to her little Mary Rose could see that she was still shaking from head to foot. ‘‘Hello, mother? I guess we were cut off before,” Flossie's light voice came to Mary Rose over the telephone wires. "It's not mother. It’s Mary Rose,” she answered. ‘‘Where are you, you wild child? And what are you doing? We’ve been worried sick about you!” ✓ Flossie gave her careless laugh that was like molten, dripping silver. “You have been?” she asked cheerfully. dWelI, that's too bad. There vasn’t anything to worry about. £>am and I are married, and we're honeymooning up here in a teeny place cajled Ridalmont. We’re at the Jungfrau Inn,”. Vary Rose put her hand over the .mouthpiece and whispered', "It’s all right—they’re married!” to Mrs. Middleton. • But to her surprise, liter mother began to cry harder than ever at the news. "What we’re ’phoning for. so frantically is m-o-n-e-y,” Flossie went on cheerfully. “We just ran off ahd got married on the spur of the moment and all we had was sls with us. If you can't get some money for us any other way, you can get Sam’s salary in advance down at the works. Wire it to us, will you?” "Has Sam wired Mr. Dexter that he's married?” Mary Rose asked cautiously. "He just did about half an hour ago,” Flossie answered as indifferently as If Hilary Dexter had never meant anything in her life. "Dll bet the news knocked him for a row, don’t you?”. / She giggled. "I’ll wire the money,” Mary Rose answered shortly, and said goodbye. "I forgot to tell her how glad I was that she’s married," she hought, a second after the connection was broken. She glad. She---was so glad and thankful that she sent up a little prayer as she sank down on her knees beside her mother and pressed the gray head up against her shoulder. “Dear, don’t cry. You'll see they’ll be awfully hap)*y—” she ..began, but Mrs. Middleton cut her off with a sobbing torrent of words. “Happy? She'll never be happy with that nitwit of a Sam!” she cried, choking back her tears. “He’ll ne.ver make enough money to keep her properly! All lie’s good for is to smoke smelly eigarets—and dance like a jumping jack. A dancing fool —that’s what he Is —” She paused for breath and spoke her mind further ow-the subject of her new son-in-law: “And he needn't get It into that

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silly of his that he's going to come back here and live with us, for I shan’t have him in the house! He s can just rustle around and find a home of his own! And I'll tell him so if he dares to set foot in here—” “Mother, I wouldn't get so upset!” Mary Rose tried to soothe her. “I’m sure Sam expects to support Flossie. He makes SSO a week. That's more than enough money for two young people to live on very, very well.” “Not when one of them ik Flossie!” Mrs. Middleton answered crisply. "She’s a beauty, .and she knows it. She wants pretty things and expensive things, and them whether there's anything to eat in the house or not! You know Flossie! When she finds out that her wonderful husband can’t buy them for her, she’ll go back to work and earn them. And first thing you know there’ll be a divorce in the family—" She got up, nodding her head emphatically and started up the stairs. “You mark my words, Jiefojje six months are up, she'll be back working for this Dexter, who's in loVe with her!” she predicted. "And you just put a pretty discontented young wife in the same office with a rich married man who is attracted to her— and see what havens!” Mary Rose looked at her with her grave blue eyes. “The one thing that never must happen is for Flossie to go back to the Dexter Company,” she answered. “Never, never, never!” “What* the use of saying that? You know she’ll do just as she pleases!” Her mother snapped her work-worn fingers. "Nobody's ever been able to stop Flossie from doing anything that she's wanted to do since she was that high!” She measured a tiny length from thp floor with her hand. “I suppose .I’d better run right over and tell Himny Blair that Flossie's decently married—or heaven alone knows what wild story she'll be telling up and down the street!” she decided when she was halfway up the stairs and came down again, but just then Aunt Henny herself came up the front steps. “Any more news of the eloping bride?" she asked eagerly. “Did she telephone again?” She lumbered in and sat down on the very edge of a hall chair, breathless for news. Mary Rose smiled at her brilliantly# “Yes, she and Sam are honeymooning up at this little town of Ridalmont,” she said glibly. "And they ’phoned to tell us how happy they*are.”

She looked at her mother, imploring her with her eyes to back her up In her story, but Mrs. Middleton had collapsed again In her chair. To think that my daughter would -run away and be married by a justice of the peace, as if she were I common trash!” she cried and Aunt Henny nodded and purred in pretended sympathy. “Here, I’ve been keeping my own wedding veil and dress upstairs in a trunk for twen-' 1 ty-four years, looking ahead to the time when my own girls would use them—” Her voice was choked with sobs.' Aunt Henny shook her large head. I don t believe either of them ever will use it, Mrs. Middleton,” she signed. “Mary Rose has the look of an old maid already.” v She turned her great rolling body toward the girl. “That young doctor that used to come to see you so much—he’s dropped you, too, hasn’t he?” she asked sharply “Seems I never see hi3 car standing out in front any more.” \ Mary Rose winced. "If you mean Tom Fitzroy,” she answered, knowing perfectly that Aunt Henny knew Tom’funame as well as she knew her own. "If you mean him, I’d hardly say that he’d dropped me! We see each other rather often.” Aunt Henny raised her thin eyebrows and shook her head. It was plain that she did not believe Mary Rose. i u '' l never see him,” she sniffed. "If he comeg he must fly he<e! I'm sure that I miss very few of the comings and goings on this street!” "f’m sure of it, too,” Mary Rose answered under her breath. She devoutly wished that Aunt Henny would take herself and her remarks off home so that she could telephone the cashier at the Dexter Company and have him send Sam’s sailary to him. She didn’t dare- to do it before Aunt Henny. Wouldn’t that be a choice bit of gossip for her to broadcast froip one end of New York St. to the other—that Flossie Middleton’s young snip of a husband didn’t have the price of a honeymoon in his jeans! Oh, but wouldn’t it Just!” "I don’t know how my Leonard is going to take this elopement of Flossie’s, I’m tsure,” Aunt Henny was saying now, as she traced the pattern in the old Brussels carpet with a meditative toe. “I never could see what he could see in her except her pretty face, but he’s never looked at another girl since she stopped going with him. The men are all alike. They’ll pass right by a nice, good girl like you, Mary Rose, and go just plain foolish over a hank of yellow hair and a pair of pink cheeks. I never did see it fail!” Listening to her, Mary Rose found herself wishing, for the first time in her life, for beauty like Flossie’s—the kind that men went "Jyst plain foolish” over. The he#rt-stopping, breath-taking kind the gods’ gift to Flossie. “Then,” she thought, “John Manners never would have got tired of me the way he did. He’d still be wild about me." / She looked] at herself in the dimly silvered mirror that hung above the telephone table —at her smooth

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hair, her deep, grave eyes and quiet mouth. “Aunt Henny's right—l’m beginning to look like an old maid already!” she thought suddenly. And holding her hands tight against her breast as if it hurt her she rushed upstairs, threw herself down on Flossie’s bed and cried and cried^ She was glad #hat Flossie was safely married. Os course, shfe was glad! .That was the only place for Flossie —married to a man who loved her as Sam did, wording for him, helping him make both ends meet. She was thankful from the bottom of her fsoul that the Dexter affair had ended like this—and she knew that she nought to reloice in Flossie’s happiness. I But somehow or. other, it seemed so terribly unfair that Flossie should have everything —and that she should -have nothing, nothing, nothing!. Nothing to look forward to but hard work day in and day out, for years to come! No love, no husband* no little children. "An old maid—” She sat up brushed the tears from her lashes and said the cruel, ugly phrase aloud. It echoed drearily in the little room. Downstairs she heard door slam and knew that Aunt ; Henny had gone at last. "1m going to call up the office “and have them send Sam his week’s salary,” she explained to her mother, when she had givfen the number. “You'll have to get Mr. Dexter’s okeh on it before I mail Mr. Jessup hig check,” the cashier told her when

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sheyasked him to send Sam the advance salary. “No\alaries are ever paid in adfance without his say-so.” So Mary Rose called Mr. Dexter. “Have you had a telegram from Sam Jessup this morning?” she asked him. He hadn’t. “Well, he's up at the Jungfrau Inn at Ridalmont and he’d like his week’s salary in advance,” she said awkwardly? A long silence followed and she knew that Mr. Dexter was trying so figure out just why she should be asking him to send Sam Jessup’s salary to Ridalmont, Conn. "What’s he doing up there?* he asked. "What does he mean by taking leave of absence without letting any one know about it—” Then a thought seemed to strike him. “I see! He’s with Flossie! Is that it?” “He’s married to Flossie,” Mary Rose told him and was answered by another silence, longer-than the first one. “All right,'i’ll see that he gets It. I’ll speak to Bisbee.” Mr. Dexter hung up, evidently forgetting to say good-by. He was still staring at the telephone ten minutes later when Miss Minnick laid a yellow envelope down on his desk. It was a telegram from Sam Jesst|p: “Mighty I couldn’t get word to you last night that I be at work today. Married Miss Middleton yesterday. Will it be all right with you if I take week’s vacation? Best regards, Sam Jessup.”

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He sat there for a long time looking at that piece of yellow paper with its typewritten messages. And he tried to' think of Flossie Middleton as the wife of Sam Jessup. But he couldn’t. He tried to think of her as a girl Toung enough to be his daughter—a wild, gay little thing like his owm daughter, Elisabeth. BiM he couldn’t do that, either. He could only remember the soft little hands that he had held over restaurant tables so many times, the blue eyes that had been so merry and mischievous, and the soft voice with its high bird-like notes. "No fool like an old fool!” he' told himself angrily, but he went on thinking of Flossie. At last he called Miss Minnick and dictated a wire to Flossie’s husband: “Tajce two weeks and a $lO raise. Congratulations. Hilary Dexter.” As Flossie said an hour after when she read the message to Sam: “Your boss may be a crab sometimes, but he sure is a good sport!” (To Be Continued) Tom Fltzroy frightens Mary Rose by the interest he takes itt Flossie’s wedding. In love with Manners and —but read the next installment. Indian Honored LINCOLN, Neb., July 29.—Francis La Flesche, born in a tepee qf the Omaha Indians on the’plains of Nebraska, has been honorfed with a degree of doctor of tetters by the University of Nebraska. La Flesche, author of several books, was cited for his scholarly contributions to the study of his own people.

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WEEKLY SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON Divine and Human Leadership Discussed Here

The Internationa’ Triform Sunday School Lesson for August 1. Divine and Human Leadership. Exod. 13:1722; 14:10-16. By Wm, E. Gilroy, D. D. Editor of the 1 Congregationalist The critical side of the story of Israel’s deliverance at the Red Sea does not come under our survey in the study of this lesson. A great deal has been written in pedantic, if not learned, fashion, to explain how the waters could have been pushed back while Israel went through safely. All of. that has little to do with the significance of the narrative. The record that we have is- either that of a miraculous circumstance, which would not be miraculous if it cquld be explained, or it is the story written at a later date concerning a great deliverance in which the miraculous intervention of Providence had been seen. Those who wish to consider all the critical .questions that arise in file study of the Old Testament are recommended to read the scholarly .works in which various viewpoints are taken. We are writing here for those whose primary quest is the spiritual truth of the Bible. In the quest of this spiritual truth most of these critieal questions are entirely secondary. The outstanding teaching of this lesson, along jwith those which we are considering in connection with it,

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is that concernfhg the way in which divine and human leadership blend in the outworking of the dentlny of men and of nations. W r e do not need to go only ts stories of- ancient Israel to find that truth exemplified. Again and again there have bean deliverances in the lives of nations that to a devout soul would seem as marvelous as the deliverance of Israej at the Red Sea. One thinks, for Instance, of the sa\ig of England from the Spanish Armada. It looked as if n possible human agency could prevent the Armada doing its destined work of conquest, but with the intrepid courage of an English admiral there came the terrible winds TPhich scattered and wrecked the Spanish fleet. Such instances could be again and again cited in history. In all these instances we should find divine and human agencies cooperating. Nothing is truer in all life than the saying that the Lord helps those W’ho help themselves. W'ithout the-courageous leading of Moses there would have been for Israel no Red Sea to cross. Man, to a greater extent than he often realizes, lays down the conditions under which divine power operates. Just as the promised land has become for mankind a symbol of hope and progress, the Red Sea is a symbol of the seemingly impassable barriers of life—the things that rise up before us when difficulties and enemies beset us from behind. At such

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times can there be any greater watchword than that of this lesson —"speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward?’ It is in this spirit that barriers are overcome, that difficulties disappear. "Forward” be oqr watchword, IT Steps and voices joined; Seek the things before us Not a look behind It is a glorious lesson, re enforced in innumerable chapters in human experience, inspiring men, giving them the sense of God’s presence and the realization that they may conquer throu&h Him. Miracles as wonderful as this have happened again and again in history where human leaders have gone forward themselves and havo led -others with the determination that nothing should turn them from the fulfillment of their purpose and from the call of God. Man is never so near to God as when he is going forward in this spirit.. His infidelity is never so deep as when he allows the sense of obstacles and difficulties to deter him from the way of duty, progress and freedom. “When through the deep waters I call thee to go, * The rivers of sorrow shall not over flow; For I will be with thee thy trials to bless * And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.^.