Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 105, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1926 — Page 8
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° W 6 99 Business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”
The names in this story are purely fictitious and are not to be taken aa refer rin* to any oartieular Derson. iSsce or firm.
CHAPTER LVI At the sound of John Manners' remembered voice in her ear, a great Wave of homesickness swept over Mary Rose. She longed suddenly for the big, sunny office down at the Dexter Company as an exile might long for the country that had banished him. She longed fot*" It, not because It was an interesting place or a beautiful place. For it was neither. But it was the one and only place in the world where she could see this man whom she loved. “I want you to come back and work for me, Miss Middleton,” he Was saying to her. And Mary Rose found herself shaking her head before she realized that he couldn’t see her, “Don't you like Miss Mlnnick, after all?" she asked. "You were so sure that she would make such a perfect secretary for you;” She couldn’t resist that arrow. “I'm asking you to come back, if you will,” Manners said grimly, "That ought to answer any questions about. Miss Mlnnick." Mary Rose hesltattd. She longed terribly to go back to the Dexter Company. She knew she never would be happy, working anywhere else. But her pride rose up in her, forbidding her to surrender. “You never told mo why you wanted to stop working for me in the first place,” John Manners’ voice cut in upon her somber thought. “I asked Sam Jessup if you had had a better position offered to you, and he said you hadn’t—so I thought I might be able to persuade you to -come back to me.” Mary Rose was thinking hard. She knew that good positions that pay S3O a week do hot grow on bushes. Still — In the end, a Sudden memory decided the matter for her. The memory of a little newspaper clipping, cut frotp a society column —"Mr. and NJrs. Schultz Hlnig announce thq engagement <6f their daughter, JJoris Louise, to Mr, John Manners—” “No!” Her tone was brisk. "No, I'm not coming back to you, Mr. Manners. Ooodby.” She hung up the receiver without giving him a chance to say anything more. All the rest of the day she was very talkative and "peppy,” which Is often a way that high-strung people behave when they are feeling very blue and unhappy. Toward 5 in the afternoon Flossie dropped In. Her eyes were very bright and her cheeks Hushed and she seemed to burn with sume Inner excitement. Mary Rose noticed that she had a box of candy under her arm and that the rose pinned to her silver fox, scarf was wilted as if she had worn it for several hours. "Floss, where have you been?” she asked. Surely Flossie couldn’t have been so foolish as to go down to see Hilary Dexter? But she only hummed by way of •nswer—bummed thp tantalizing tune of "Yes, Sir, Th&t’s My Baby!” “Ya-as, sir, that’s MY business!” she added. "Get me, sweetie?” Her voice was low and gentle, but her blue eyes flamed dangerously. ”1 hope you aren’t making a fool of yourself by seeing Hilary Dexter!” Mary Rose couldn't help saying to her. She came close and laid hands on Flossie’s soft little shoulders. “After the way he Insulted you that night before you ran away with Sam, I don’t see how you could ever speak to him again!” * The girl wriggled away from heL “Oh, all he did was to tell me how crazy he was about me!” she answered carelessly. Mary Rose stared at her in wonderment. Could Flossie really have forgotten the things Dexter had said to her that night? Could she have forgotten how she had walked home In the middle of the night, rather than trust herself to him in his automobile? Or had she forgiven Dexter so completely that she had deliberately tried to forget how he had treated her? “Infant—” she began, but Flossie stopped her, “Oh! So's your ole man!” she said crossly, with her meaningless slang, and ran out into the kitchen where her mother was making apple pie, “Oh, youm, yom! I’m going to stay for supper!” Mary Rose .heard
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her tell Mrs. Middleton in her high little fluting voice. "I’ll call up Sam and ask him to c6me, too. Care?” When she had finished telephoning him, she started upstairs, following Mary Rose, who was on her way to freshen herself up for evening meal. f “I’ll sneak a cigaret while I’m up here,” she said, and the windows of the bedroom a little so. that Mrs. Middleton should not smell the smoke. “I heard about v a job for you today,” she went on, when she had settled herself at the .foot of Mary Rose’s bed. “Steel man nampd Jim Morrell wants a secretary—” “Oh, I never could be secretary to an important man like him. I know who he is—head of the Morrell Consolidated,” Mary Roses broke in. “He wants a man probably. Most big executives do.” "Yes, that's true. But Dex told this Morrell that you were letter than any man secretary. He—” She stopped short, realizing too late that she had let the cat out of the bag. "So you were with Dexter this afternoon!” Mary Rose accused her. "I knew It—l knew It the minute I saw you!” Flossie's red lip curled. "You ought to write for the movies!” she said bllghtlngly. “You can think up more deep-dyed plots' In ten seconds than Laura Lean Jibby could Invent in years! I went down to the Dexter Company to see my own perfectly good husband, If you want to know It!” “That was only your excuse, Flossie.” Mary Rose was not fooled even a little bit by her sister’s defense of herself. "You can see Sam at home every day In the week. You went down to the office to see Hilary Dexter." Flossie got up from the bed and swayed across the room to throw her half-burned cigaret out of the window. When she turned around to face Mary Rose her face was rosy nnd dimpling with laughter. “Well, for once In your life, you’re right!” she confessed. “I did go down to see Dexter today.” She paused to look at herself in the mirror of the dresser and she carefully rouged the full, enticing curve of her lower Up before she went on: “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. Mary Rose, but I never seem to interest In a man until I have him right down on his knees with my foot on his~ neck —crgzy about me, you know! Then I’m through with ’em, but not before. Isn't that queer?” It was queer. But not so queer that Mary Rose didn’t understand It. She had had a long time to study' that ageless creature —the heartledp flirt—in the seductive person of her own little sister.
“No,” she answered, shaking her dark head,” it’s just your nature to try to make men lose their heads over you—just as It’s the nature of the tiger to roam at night, or the nature of the kingfisher to catch fish in its beak. You can’t help it, 1 guess.” Flossie laughed scornfuly. “Well, will you listen to our little nature asked nobody in particular. “Talking about me as if 1 were a bird or a wild beast or something! You flatter me!” “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” Mary Rose told her. “I didn’t mean to. Now, tell me more about this job. Do you really think this Morrell man wants a woman •secretary?” \* * • He did. And he liked Mary Rose Middleton’s quiet manner and quick deft way of doing things, so he hired her. Her salary was $35 a week—ss more than she had been paid when she worked for John Manners. The place Itself was much pleasanter than at the Dexter Company. Mary Rose’s own little office, with Its. taupe rug and mahogany desk, was as- cozy as a sitting room. And yet Mary Rose never felt at home there. When she had worked for Jim Morrel for a month she still felt herself an utter stranger in the place. 'No girl really loves to work in an office,” she thought one day, as she looked around the plain buff walls, unless there’s some man in it whom sho happens to be in love with. We all belong In houses, we women, cooking and baking and bringing up the babies. Waiting for the only man in the world to come at night ” Her listless hands fell with a clatter on the keys of her typewriter. She wondered how the love affair of the only man In the world for ner was coming along. Was he glad chat ho was going to marry Doris Hlnlg In June? A slight cough startled her. A woman had come Into the office and was standing before her desk. “Mr. Morrell busy?” she asked, lfting a chin that was just beginling to show Rigns of age. She was a very pretty woman, irobably 43 or 44 years old. Twenty ears ago she had undoubtedly ooked a great deal like Flossie Vllddletojj Jessup. ITer eyes were large and blue and black-lashed. And if her mouth was over-red, it v;as still softly curved. Her hair ould nev#- have come naturally by hat baby gold, but the general efect of It was rather ravishing, levertheless. Sho was all In black, the very expensive kind of black, and around her baroK throat shqr wore a _choker >f big pearls, The air all around her ■vas subtly fragrant with the smell of violet perfume—the Imported kind Mary Rojo took her In with one brief glance. “Mr, Morrell’s in conference right now," nffVs said, getting to her feet.
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“I’m sure you must be Mrs. Morrell. / I’ll tell him you’re here, shall I?” Mrs. Morrell nodded and smiled. Then, just as Mary Rose was turning the handle of the door to Jim Morrell’s private office, she slopped her. “No,” she said. "No, don’t bother him. I’ll stop In later In the afternoon.” She went away, but she did not stop in later. At 5, when Mr. Morrell was starting home, Mary Rose told him of his wife’s visit. “She wanted to see you, but when I told her you were in conference with Mr. Baker she went away,” she explained. “She said she'd be back later.” To her surprise, Mr. Morrell shook his head. There was a smile away back In his eyes—a wise, odd, calculating smile. “No, she didn't want to see me,'/ he said. “She wanted to see you. She came here to look you over. She always gets a line on my secretaries, and if they happen to be good looking she pops in often to keep tabs on them! Great little game the wives have with the office girls, eh? Pop in and pop out!” "I don’t understand you, Mr. Morrell,” Mary Rose told him with perfect honesty. • “You will after you’e worked here for a while,” he explained cheerfully. “About twice a week my lady-wife will rush In unexpectedly to see what you and I are doing and saying down here together. Jealous? I tell you that woman’s green-eyed!” Mary Rose then and there conceived an enormous dislike of Mr.
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Morrell and his vulgar way of discussing the wife of his bosom. “If that’s the case, whY <km’t you hire a man for this job?” une asked coldly. Morrell looked down at her glowing face with Its deep-set, serious blue eyes and the firm white chin, the red lips parted oer shining teeth. That odd gleam came back into his eyes. “Oh, I’d rather have a girl around the place!” was all he said. But after thal Mary Rose was always uncomfortable when She felt him looking at her. (To be continued) Flossie leaves her husband after a row in Monday’s installment. CONFESSES STORE ROBBERY Bu United Print NEWCASTLE. Ind., Aug. 7. Charges of robbery were pending today against Antone Bromberg, 23, of Terre Haute, following his confession that he broke into a Newcastle drug store and took a small sum of money from the cash register. He is held In jail. j Salad Delicious Have ready a mixture of diced bananas, pinedpple and oranges sweetened to taste. The number of individuals to be served will govern the amount. On each plate lay one brick of any flavor of ice cream. Place over cream a piece of angel food cake same size as ice cream. Cover this with the fruit mixture and garnish with one or /wo cherries. Doris Catt, Box 13, Fountaintown, *.* /
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WEEKLY SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON The Story of How Israel Solved Feeding Problem
The International Uniform Sunday School Lesson for Aug. 8. The Giving of the Manna. Exod. 16:11-18, 35. By VVM. E. GILROY, I). I). Editor of The Congregationalist. The problem of feeling a grc°t company of people who are on pilgrimage, or not In settled abode, is a very serious one. Many a military campaign has failed, not because of the lack of soldiers or the lack of valor, but because of thq difficulty of feeding the army. Here is the story of how Israel solved this problem in through the wilderness. Some scholars have seen in the giving of the mqnna a purely miraculous circumstance of divine Intervention. Others think that it was a natural product provicted In some unusual way, like the corning of the quails described m Verse 13 of our lesson. This is a critical problem that we have no means of solving, nor is It of Importance for the spiritual teachings of the lesson. Whatever the actual historic background of the narrative the purpose here is to show Israel’s dependence upon God and God’scare. Work Necessary It would be a great mistake to interpret this lesson as suggesting that all one has to do is to assume an attitude of faith and receptivity to have God provide daily bread. It is true that we pray every day in the Lord’s Prayer, “Give ua this day our
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daily bread,” but, like all prayers, its answer must come only as we cooperate with God and work for the answering of our own prayers. Prayer and Providence are not and never were intended to be provisions for careless, improvident, and lazy people. The very conditions under which the manna was given laid great stress upon human care and Providence. The manna was not given for a long period at a time; it was given only day by day, and it did not keep beyond the day for which it was Intruded. Do We? The manna ought to have been for Israel a symltol of God’s presence and his provision for the higher things of life. Unfortunately, however, it became for many of these people of Israel little more than a material blessing. They did not feel and realize God’s wonder in the material gifts. Do we? Is the bread upon our tables a symbol of God’s wonderful working? Is it an expression of man’s cooperation with God? Or do we eat our daily bread without any thought about where it comes from and with no conception of the miracle that brings the little kernel into tlio full eajr of golden grain, and the miracle of the modern world that brings the grain from western plains through various processes to the bread ui>on our tables?
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He must truly believe in God and in the power of God who feels the miraculous quality of all life and the divine wonder in every natural fact and process. Just as bread in the New Testament is a symbol of spiritual feeding, and Christ Is represented as being to us the bread of life, so manna in the Old Testament is- the symbol of God’s rich provision for his people. Provision Ceased The closing verse of our lesson, which says that fthe children of Israel ate manna for forty years does not mean tnat It was their exclusive diet during that long period. It is interesting, however, to note that the provision of manna cease when they came to an inhabited land and settled down to normal conditions. God does not intend that we should be subservient or helpless. The gifts of nature and of Providence are not bestowed upon men without their own effort, and it would be very unfortunate for men If they were. It was significant that the manna ceased when the Israelites had a new opportunity to provide for their own material wants, but God was no less present under these normal and settled conditions. Man never provides wholly for himself. He works with forces and powers that are mightier than he. If It were not for summer and winter. seed-time and harvest, cold and
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