Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 102, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 August 1926 — Page 8

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w 'Bim incss ‘Cisscis^ By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”'

The names In *,hls story are ourely fictitious and are not to be taken as refetrine to any particular nereon. pJsce or^nrm.

CHAPTER LIU A shadow of very real fear crossed Mary Rose's face, darkening It. “Oh, but you won’t come "hack to work, will you?” she asked. Her voice and here eyes, still wet with tears, begged Dexter not to piv Flossie her old job, again. I t’ghe doesn’t need to work, now that she’s married. Fifty dollars a week is moYe than enough for a young couple to get along on, isn’t it?” Dexter nodded. "Y'es, and Sam’s making more than that, anyway. 1 gave him a for a wedding present,” he added with the proud air of an elderly Boy Scout who has done his daily good deed. “I can’t make out why she wants to come back. She never did like to work. Here, read her letter.” He thrust it into Mary Rose’s hands. “My dear Mr. Dexter," Flossie had written in her childish, flyaway hand, “I have decided to come back to work for you, So you can expect me to be on the job next Monday morning as usual. Yours sincerely, Flosie M. Jessup.” "Cool as a cucumber about it, Isn’t she?” Dekte.r asked, when Mary Rose raised her eyes from the letter. “Steps out of a job when she feels like it, and thinks she can step right back into it. But she can’t. You tell her so for me, will you? I don’t want her to come down here, coaxing me for it, either.” Mary Rose knew that he was afraid that Flossie would do that very thing—and that if she did come coaxing for her job, she would get it back. For Dexter probably still had a soft snot In his heart for her —not very soft, perhaps, hut reasonably tender. His next -words proved 1 it. “Ask here what she’s like for the new little home, will you?" he asked, as Mary Rose turned toward the stairs. “I’d thought of a silver coffee service. Or do you think she’d rather have a silver dresser set—brushes and things? Something for herself?” “I think you’d better give her the, coffee service.she told him, with

gentle reproof. Didn't he hare any sense, she asked herself as she went down the iron stairs of the building for the last time and out into the autumn sunshine? Didn't he know that it wasn't proper for any man but a woman’s husband to give her toilet things for her bedroom? “Os course, he must know it!” she answered herself angrily. “Anybody knows that! But he just wants to give Flossie something for herself alone. He’s still mushy about her!” - 4 , And she made up her mind, furiously that Flossie never would go back to work for Dexter, except over her own dead body! She was so very furious that she forgot to think about John Manners for at least, twenty minutes. , But when she stopped in at the florist’s shop for chrysanthemums for the house decorations *the thought of him came again, achingly, into her mind. For among the ferns in the greenhouse tinkled a tiny fountain, almost hidden among the soft green leaves. The sound of It brought to Mary Rose the memory of the night last summer when she had driven out Into the country and had sat in a leafy lane and listened to a brook babble peacefully to itself somewhere In the shadows. “I suppose there'll always he something to remind me of him,” she said to herself, “as long as I live.” Out of doors the sun was shining in a sky that was like Chinese blue enamel and the falling leaves seemed to dance brightly on the air as they floated toward the gutters. “How can everything look so happy, when I’m so filled with this achey feeling?” she wondered. As she started up New York St, carrying her flowers, Tom’s car drove up beside her. and his voice startled her: “Yoo-hool Mary Rose! Jump In!” She shook her head. “No, I’ve a headache, and I want 0. minute or two more in the air. Besides that.

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there’s no room for me in your bus!” There wasn’t. It was piled high with baskets and caterers’ boxes and a great pile of yellow chrysanthemums, peeping out from their paper wrappings. Tom grinned as he looked at them. "Just a few more things for Dl9 .wedding breakfast,” he explained. “Your mother and I have had a circus fixing up the house all morning. Just wait until you see It!” The house, when she did see it, was a bower of flowers —dozens and dozens of chysanthemums, white and pink and golden yellow. Even the staircase was decorated with them. And* the air was heavy with their pungent smell. v /* "Oh, Tom!” she reproached. “You must have spent a fortune on them!” He grlnped cheerfully. "Well, you won’t let me have a wedding of my So I may as well blow myself bn somebody else’s wedding breakfast!” he said, with a shrug. He came closer, towering over her, but not touching her. “Listen, Honey Rose, now that you've left the Dexter Company* don't get another job. Marry me instead,” he said, his eyes suddenly very quiet and serious. “Will you?” He lifted her cold hand and bent her long fingers one'by one. “They weren't made to bang the keys of a typewriter,” he added. Mary Rose laughed a little. "What were they made for, then?*’ she asked. cooking and baking and—” “For this,” Tom broke to and kissed them all, one after the other. The door opened and Mrs. Middleton came In. Behind hex, Mary Rose caught a glimpse of the dining room table. A cloth edged with heavy filet lace covered it and it was banked high with more of the chrysanthemums. There were tall white candles at either end. "How lovely ft an lie! I had no idea this old house could be made to look so beautiful." Mary Rose cried. She drew her hand out of Tom’s and ran out into the dining room. "Why, lookey! Even the sandwiches are all tied up with yellow

satin ribbons!” “Tom did it all,'' Mrs. Middleton told her. “He brought his mother's cook along with him and her best table cloth, and even some wine to drink the bride’s health In! He's a regular miracle man, I tell him." “I brought something else, too,” Tom said in an undertone. And when Mrs. Middleton had disappeared into the kitchen to give the cook some last nervous orders, he showed Mary Rose what thf.t “something else” was. He brought it slowly cut from his oocket—a tiny circle of platinum, crusted with little diamonds—a wedding ring. Mary Rose took it from him. Within its narrow band was engraved the Legend * T. F. to M. R. M. Nov. 14.” She looked up at him with wide, startled eyes. “Why, that’s today— Nov. 14!” she said. ”1 know it.” He nodded and his ruddy face became erven more ruddy tha nusual as a (lush of embarrassment spread over it. He began to stutter as he always did when lie was nervous or shy. “I th-thought yon might m-rn-maxry me today—just b-by some wild ch-chanee”’ he exploded. “See?” Almost before the words were out of his mouth, she was shaking her head. Then she threw it up with a quirk, impatient movement. “Tom, must you spoil this perfectly good friendship of ours all the time like this?” she asked. He smiled at her. “There’s V surh thing as friendship between a man and a womai\when they’re as young as we are," he said. “Any doctor can tell you that! A man either loves a woman and wants her—or she doesnt exist for him. Mary Rose, I’m beginning to think you are as cold as lde. I don’t believe you know the meaning of love." Yet whatever she was—cold or not —ho loved her. And even though he knew that beyond friendliness, she eared nothing for him, he would

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have taken her If he could on any terms! She slipped away from him and ran upstairs to dress. Before she was ready she heard the unmistakable asthmatic cough of Sam Jessuu’s automobile out in the street. She ran to the window! Yes, there they were —Sam and Flossie —taking their bags out of the old Wheezer and coming up-the walk with them. Mary Rose noticed that Flossie was wearing anew hat—a little gray thing of the shape known to all women as the "Gigolo.” The last scream In hat fashions! \ “Think of paying S2O for that thing!” she said to herself. "When she got downstairs, Flossie was in Ml*s. Middleton’s arms end Tori?' was shaking Sam Jessup’s hand as If It were a pump handle and slapping him on the back. “Hah! Hah! I fooled you all! Didn’t I You never thought Sam and I’d be married so soon, did you?” Flossie cried, looking from one face to another, with her blue eyes dancing. "I fooled Sam, too,” she added, with a peel of silver laughter. “I never will forget the old kid’s face the day I ran away. I met him down af the comer and served notice on him that we were on our way to be married. He was s’prlsed ’most to death!” She ran on, giving little, short, delighted shrieks over the house, gay with its flowers, and she clasped her hands with Joy at the sight of the table and of all the presents heaped on the sideboard. _ _ u

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Sam followed her, moodily silent. “You probably notice that Sam and I are about as friendly as two strange bulldogs,” she remarked cheerfully. “We've barely spoken to each other for three da^s'.“ “You know that's not true, Flossie,” Sam contradicted her. liking her straight in the eyes. He turned to Mrs. Middleton. “She wants to go hack to work and I won't let her—he began, but Flossie broke In and drowned him out. "I don’t want to go back to work at all. But IYe got to go back to he won’t give me any money!” she said with brutal frankness. "He keeps all his money himself! In a wallet!” She pulled off her new little gray "Gigolo” hat and held It out to them. "You see this hat? Well, he wouldn’t give me the money to buy It—” "How did you get it, then?” This from Tom. “Sent to Mary Rose for the money!” Flossie explained. She stepped close to Sam and with a lightning-like movement locked her arms around him. “Isn’t he an old peach?” she asked, with mock sincerity. “Just like all the men! Cr-razy about you, until they get you! And then stingy and mean and selfish and horrid—” Sam looked helplessly at his mother-in-law. ‘“After I’d paid our bill at the hotel—sß a day, you know — I just couldn’t afford the hat,” he said, with, a kind of patho. '“Twenty dollars isr that .little peanut of a hati'i _ _ { , „

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“That’s right! Make me out an extravagant fiend,” Flossie cried. “To hear you talk, Sam Jessup, anybody would think I'm not the angel I am. And I am an angel! You know I'm an angel! And I'm going back to work Monday to earn the money for my own hats! I’d rather die than ask you for a penny ever again! All I wish Is that I'd never laid eyes on you!” And with that she turned and ran upstairs, locking herself In her old bedroom. It took the united efforts of Mrs. Middleton, Tom and Mary Rose to finally persuade her to come down for the wedding breakfast. “Gosh! That’s some beginning for their married life, Isn’t It?” Tom asked Mary Rose two hours later, when the two of them were helping the cook •with the dishes. “And If he 4fts her go back to work, he's crazy!” * (To Be Continued) How will Sant conquer the little spitfire? See tomorrow’s installment. NEW YORK UNAMERICAN Bv United Preti * LONDON, Aug. 4.—New "York is not a typicalAmerican city, the Rev. John McNeill, pastor of the United Presbyterian Church of Philadelphia, declared on his arrival here. “Philadelphia. Boston and Chicago are truly American cities, while New York is & conglomeration of Old Europe and the colored races.” he said. New York Is the hardest city In t.he world for an okl-fashioned evangeli-i-caL minla£ag/i f .

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