Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 101, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 August 1926 — Page 8

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"Business Kisses” By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife” < ' . '■ -i '

The names In ‘.his story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken as r feiring to any particular person, pisce or firm.

At noon John Manners stopped at her desk on his way out to lunch. ”1 hear that Flossie's married Sam Jessup." he saitfc looking at her with his gray, unsnjlllng eyes. Mary Rose only nodded. There was a tight drawn feeling In her throat and she knew that if she treid to speak, she would start to cry. “I suppose you’ll be the next one to get married," he went on. “You and your friend, the pill maker?” Mary Rose silently shook her head. Her lips trembled, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. But John Manners was on his way to the door by that time, and he didn't see them. One of thS" most cruel things about life is that it usually shows up the things we don't want to see and hides from us the things that we ought to see. The little brown house was not a happy place these days, either. Mrs. Middleton cried most of the time and her eyes were always red and swollen. She spent whole days up in the attic, looking up linens and canned fruit to give Flossie for her new home. “Goodness knows she’ll never have anything If I don’t give it to her!” sh? said to Aunt Henny Blair, who was helping her. Aunt Henny was glad of this chance to have a peak at the Middleton attic. She.loved to see what people had so that she could go out and tell the neighbors about It afterward. “Maybe the young people will come hack here and settle down with you," Aunt Henny suggested wickedly ore night, when the three women were sitting together in the Middleton Kitchen. She knew that the last, thing in the world that Mrs. Middleton would do woifffl be to receive Sam Jessup into the house with open arms. "And maybe they won't too!" she answered now. with more spirit than Mary Rose had seen her show fop days. “I've always said that there's' no house in the world big enough to hold two families! And besides that I couldn't beat* that cigaret smoking Sam around, smelling up the place with his Camels! No. Mary Rose and I will live here alone till we die, I guess!" “I don’t think!” exploded a cheerful tenor voice from the doorway. Tom Fitzroy stood there with his arms full of bumpy looking bundles “More flifts for the newlyweds.” he explained to Mary Rose, as he began to untie them. ‘\An electric grill and a bread mixer. Imagine Flossie Middleton with a 4>read mixer!" She laughed aloud. “Well, I mean to ehcourage the girl!” Tom told her. “We ll give her all the household utensils that grow In the hardware stores and turn her loose among ’em! She may surprise us all, and turn into a regular Mrs. Rorer. Who can tell?" Tom was almost as pleased with the marriage as-if it had been his own Not a day passed hut he came to the house laden with wedding presents—absurd things for the most part, like wicker bird cages and smoking stands that fell over if you touched them. “I certainty get an awful kirk out of buying these things,” he told Mary- Rose seribusly a little later when the two of them were in the kitchen making sandwiches and coffee, for Tom was hungry as usual. “You do?” Mary Rose asked innocently. "Why?” She knew perfectly without his telling her. "Because it makes me. think of the time when I’ll be buying ’em for you,” he said, just as she had known be would. “Brooms and vacuum cleaners and dlshmopa and—and cradles and things—” He would have kissed her but the door bell rang just then and she pulled herself away from him and went to answer It A boy stood there wfth delfrery letter from Flossie. Mrs. Middleton read It aloud! •Dear Mother: "Kin the fatted calf and get ready the wreaths, for the honeymooners will be home tomorrow. We're on each other's nerves so terribly that If we don’t see somebody besides ourselves there'll be a divorce In the family before the wedding announcements are out- Love from Flossie.” She had not quite finished reading

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It before Aunt Henny was on her fat feet. “Well, well, so they’re coming home!” she observed, smiling slyly, as she pulled her shawl around her shoulders and started for the front door. “And I must be going! fclee you all tomorrow. Good night” Tom watched her disappear with a twinkle in his eyes. “Moving picture of Aunt Henny, beating it to tell the street!” he commented. Then he turned to MtS. Middleton. "Let me give this kids their wed,, ding breakfast,” he said to her, and as she started to shake her head he went on: 'M hy not? You know I’m going to be one of the family in a few clays, don't you. Mary Rose is go ing to marry me next week!” CHAPTER LII The first cheerful look that Mary Rose had seen on her mother’s face since Flossie’s marriage lighted it up-mow. It cost her a pang to say the words that she knew Would drive that look away. But she said them ns lightly as she could. “Os course. Tom's only kidding you. Mother! He knows I wouldn't dream of marVVing him next week—” “How about the week after, then?” Tom asked. His blue eyes twinkled with humor, but Mary Rose knew that he was in deadly earnest nevertheless. She shook her head. "I'm not going to marry you any week!” she answered. '•- “Well, I wish you were going to,” Mrs. Mildleton broke In sharply. "I woldn't be half so upset about Flossie bringing this Sam into the family if I thought I could have Tom for my son, too.” “You can as far as I'm concerned.” Tom answered. throwing one Os his arms around her small, droopjng shoulders. “But Mary Rose won't have me.” "She'll live to regret it. too!" her mother said, picking up Flossie's let ter and smoothing it between her fingers. “I've told her time and time again that she’ll never meet anybody she'll like better than she does you, Tom. She's in love with you, and she doesn't know it! That's all that ails her."

But Mary Rose knjw —and Tom knew it, too—that she was not in love with him” v. “Why are you leaving the Dexter Company?” he asked when Mrs. Middleton had gone upstairs to bed and left them alone in the back parlor. I thought you were so crazy about that guy. Manners, that nothing would pry you loose from your Job with him.” y Mary Rose shrugged her shoulders looking into the flames that flickered in the old fashioned iron grate. “You always tell me that I’m In love with him.” she said in a low tone. But Tom noticed that she did not deny that she was. “One of the reasons I'm leaving Dexter's is because there's a wild story going around the office about me and Hilary ADexter.” she began, after a long silence that seemed to palpitate in the air of the little room with its warm firelight and late chrysanthemums, t ' “About you and Dexter?” Tom nsked, sitting bolt upright In his chair. “Why, how in the dickens could there be a scanda.l about you nd Dexter? There couldn’t be—" There Is, all the samey.” Mary Rose told him calmly. “Floss left her vanity case in Dexter’s car one night and Mrs. Dexter found it. She came tearing down to the office and I happened to be taking his dictation that morning. So she jumped to the conclusion that it was I who'd been out with Dexter—and I let her jump to it! You see, it Sam Jessup had ever found out. that Flossie'd been running around with him. he just never would have married her! As it Ir. Sam thinks that I’m too terrible f or words, and that Flossie Is a gilded angel.” Tom scowled darkly at the flAmes. “And I suppose that’s what your fpiend, Manners, thinks about you. too—and that's why you’re leaving him,” he said grimly. No, I don’t believe he ever heard about it until I told him myself.” qie girl replied. “He didn’t seem to think anything of the story, one way or t-he other. I suppose he’s so busy thinking about Doris Hinig that he doesn’t waste much time or thought on any one else.” A note of bitterness crept into her voice, as she sent on: “You wouldn’t mart'y me now, with a story like that hung on me, even if I said I'd marry you. would you?”

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herself, as she had Asked that same question a thousand times, "If I could, everything would be so simple, so easy, so perfect. ' He’s so goofy and I do like him—” She got up, sat on the arm of his chair and laid her lips lightly on his crijjtp, red hair. Instantly he turned and took her In his arms In a grip that was like a band of steel around her. He was on fire for her, but no answering flame rose in •the heart of Mary Rose. That was the difference! When John Manners took her or brushed her shoulder with his a tingling went all along her nerves. The mere sound of his voice thrilled her as everything Tom Fitzroy had ever said had not been able to thrill her. “Don’t Tom!” she said suddenly and pushed him away. She felt that, somehow, she had been untrue to John Manners when she had kissed Tom In that sisterly way—untrue to John, who didn't care whether she lived or died! “Oh, I won’t care about him, either!” she told herself angrily, late that night when Tom had gone and she stood undressing before her mirror. “I won't iet myself feel this way about him. I hate him! I hate him? I hate him!” But the next morning she found herself dressing herself for his eyes. It was her second last day at the Dexter Company, and way down deep in Mary Rpse’s heart was a shamed hope that he wouldn’t let her lekve after all. "Are you going to the office to-

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day?" Mrs. Middleton asked in surprise, when she came down to breakfast in her only new fall dress' —a- soft, plain thing of dove gray crepe romaine. She nodded. ’MVell, I think you ought to stay home and help me get things ready for our little celebration sos Flossie —and Sam, tonight,” her mother said. She choked on Sam’s name. She had called him “that whippersnapper” and “that jumping jack” ind “that nitwit" so long that his Christian name came to her lips slowly now. “There won’t be much to do. The bousd is clean and Tom’s going to send aIT the food from the caterer,” Alary Rose told her. “I’ll go down for half a day. and when I tome home it naorr I’ll bring a lot of flowers ilong and we’ll decorate the house with them. How will that do?" She couldn’t bear the thought of not going to the office today—of twjt seeing John Mqnimrs. For there were only two more days before she would leave the Dexter Company for good. Only two more days—and then she probably would never see.him again so long as she lived, except to pass him in the crowded street. A lump rose in Mary Rose's tliroaf and her eyes smarted with sudden tears. “I’m not hungry this morning, I guess,” she said thickly, and went out of the kitchen quiekly so that her mazier should not see her tears. • • • Long beforejmMi. Mrs. Middleton

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called up to tell her not to burry home. "Flossie just telephoned to say that their machine has broken down up In the hills somewhere and that they can’t possibly get here until tomorrow," she said and there was a certain note of triumph in her voice. “She seemed awfully cross —I can imagine the line of talk she is giving her husband, can't you?” Flossie’s temper was no family secret. "Poor Sam!" sighed Mary Rose and then she w r ondered why she had said it. For even if Flossie had a violent temper she was his heart’s desire, and he had her at last. She knew that in his own opinion he was the most fortunae of men! He would have laughed af any one who pitied him. On Saturday noon. Mary Rose went into John Manners’ private office for the last time—to say goodby to him. She had not meant to do it. All along she had made up her mind that when Saturday noon came she would her pay envelope and walk out of the place with a swaggering carelessness. SjTie would not say good-by to any one. Not a single sotfl! But when the time actually came she couldn't do it. Invisible chains seemed to draw her to the closed door of John Manners’ office. Her cheeks were very red under her plain cheap hat and her eyes were big and bright with anshed tears when she walked Into the room yA .]

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and stood at the corner of his desk, looking down at him.' He saw’ her and jumped up, frowning' as if he were displeased^, “I’ve —come to—say good-by to you," r.he said in a choky voice. She was terribly afraid that she was going to break down, right there before him. / “Oh. yes. that’s so. You are leaving today,” he answered, as if he had never thought of it until that moment. He held out his hand—the brown hand that Mary Rose >ad so often longed to lay against her cheek. _ “Good-by,” he said, as impersonally asTf she were an agent, come to sell books or liquid soap or raw rubber. f Mary Rose took his hand. ”1 hope Miss will be a good secretary for you.” she faltered. Asa matter of fact, she was hoping that Miss Minnnick would be dreadful as a secretary. She hoped that she w'ould misspell wbnjs and do everything wrong so that John Manners would miss her, Mary Rofte Middleton, every day of his life! “I think she’s going To be fine," John answered cheerfully. Then Lhe made a little grimace. “But yoy never can tell about people—l’ve made two or three terrible mistakes about them. People that I’ve thought were the finest in the world have turned out to be—disappointments." From the way he looked at her when he said that, Mary Rose knew that he meant that she had been a disappointment to him. And for the

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first time she wondered If he had heard something about her that had turned him against her. It was on the very tip of her tongue to ask him, but Just then the door swung open and in came Hilary Dexter. “I’m mighty sorry you’re leaving us, Miss Middleton/’ he said, standing wnth his hands In his pockets, as' he swayed ponderously to and fro on his toes. "Nothing will Induce you to stay, I suppose?” Mary Rose shook her head. “No,” she answ'ered and her voic& trembled. "No —” £ke could say no more. She turned once more % to John Manners and he shook her hand for the second time In five minutes. “Well, then, it’s good-by,” he said gruffly and she went out, tears pricking along the edges of her eyelids and intolerble aching in h?r throat. She crossed the big, bright outer office that had once been heaven-on-earth to her for the last time and sagged against the door as she went put. Suddenly it opened violently, pushing her out of the way. Hilary Dexter was there beside her, holding a letter in his big capable looking hands that were all calloused and tanned from much gpff. “It's from Flossie," he said to her. “I mean, it’s from Mrs. Sam Jessup. She wants her old job back, she says. Ndw, what am I going to do about it?” To Be Continued.)

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