Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 107, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1926 — Page 8

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WITS) ° W° Business Kisses By BEATRICE BURTON* Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife” 1

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CHAPTER LVIII Flossie cocked her ear, listening intently, "Yes, that's the Wheezer, all right,” she said, drawing a long Bobbing breath. "I suppose Sam thinks he's coming to take me home with him! But I just won't even see him, and you can tell him so! You can tell him I'm through with him forever and ever, amen!” But the surprise of her life was in store for her. Sam did not ask tcf see her, when he came. He did not ■want to see her. He distinctly said so. V * "If your mother's here, I'd like to speak to her," he told Mary Rose, who let him in. His nice young face was very grim and he spoke with a certain dignity that had always been lacking in him before. Before Mary Rose could call her mother, she heard her step on the stairs and she came into the room with her hair still in curl papers and her gray flannel kimono pinned around her. \ "What have you to say for yourself, young man?” she asked, not even glanetng at the chair that Sam held for her. Sam gave a queer, sarcastic smile. “Well, I don't know whether I want to say It for myself, or not —but there are a couple of things I wanted to talk over with you." He turned to Mary Rose. “May I speak tb your mother, alone?” ho asked, and with a nod, she turned and went out of the room. But at'the head of the stairs she stopped and stood ill to listen. For to eavesdrop is a human falling and, nfr'e as she was, Mary Rose Middleton wa< very human. Most of us have listend to things not intended for our ears at some time or another in our faulty lives. “You see this ring—and this —and this?” she heard hlnr ask. and she knew that he was showing Mrs. Middleton tha things that Hilary Dexter had given to Flossie. The sapphire and the vanity case of gold and Jade, the cigaret, holder that matched it and a string of tiny seed pearls that had been his la3t gift to her. “Did you ever see hese things before?” he asked, and Mrs. Middleton answerede quietly that she never had. "They belong to my wife. They were given to her by the man I work for,” Sam went on, and Mary Rose heard a gasp of surprise close to her. Flossie had come on tiptoe out of the bedneom and was standing beside her* “How did he know where I got them? I didn't tell him!" she whispered. Barn's next words answered her question. "You know I'm Dexter's secretary and I pay all his bills for him,” he was saying. “And months ago I made; out the checks to pay for these things. I remember them dictlnctly—-I thought they were for his wife or hi3 daughter. And all the time they were for my girl— ’’ His voice broke on the last word. But after a pa us# he went on: “For months before I married Flossie I knew she was going around with someone besides me. But T thought If she'd found) some fellow that she liked better than she did me, I’d step out when the time came. But I never dreamed that she was having a rotten affair with a married man! You can see how things we*e between them whene he gave her things like this! Why, that one ring cost over $1,000!” At that Flossie gave a little moaning cry and rah down the stairs. "Bam Jessup, what you're saying llie!” she was raging at him, when Mary Rose followed her into the sittin groom. "I don't care how much that ring cost —I never had a love affair with Dexter! I never cared two shakes of a dead lamb's tail abput him!” Sam. cut her words short. "Yeah, that's why he gave you sapphire and pearls—because you hated him so!” His words gritted through his teeth. "Tell that to the Judge, Flossie!” The girl went white to the lips "To the judge?” she whispered, her eyes fixed and staring. “You wouldn’t try to divorce me, Sam, would you?” Sam didn't answer at once. And Mary Rose, with a leaden sinking of her heart, realized that he had aptually made up his mind to divorce Flossie. For Asthma and Hay Fever

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"Any court in America would give me a divorce, on evidence of these,” he said, putting the Jewels in his pocket. "And even if it wouldn't, | I'm not'.golng to live v with Dexter's cast-off Sweetheart. I'm through!” Flossie threw herself on him, but he shook her off, and she dropped down on the rug at his feet. "I — I'm not his cast-off sweetheart!” she sobbed. "He was c-crazy aboht me —but Q never fell for him the least bit. M hy, Mary Rose will tell you that I walked home from 'way out in the country the night before I married you—just because he got too fresh! D-didn’t I, Mary Rose?” Sam's lips curled in a sneer. "&t course, Mary Rose'll back you up in your lie,” he said, looking his sister-in-law square in the eyes. “She lied for you that day at the office, when Mrs. Dexter found your vanity case in her beautiful husband's car! She let everybody think it was hers— I'd be a darned fool to believe anything Mary Rose said about you!” Suddenly Mary Rose's scattered wits began to gather themselves together. She turned and flew out to Uie room and up two flights of stairs to the dusty little attic of the brown houtse. There in an old trunk she j found the thing she was looking for ' —an old shoe box. She hurried downstairs with it and ! opened it on the floor of the sitting room. From it she took a little pair of gold kid slippers. They were crusted with mud and there was a hole in each sole. The heel of one was gone completely. They were the littla slippers that Flossie had worn with her ballet dancer's costume on the night of the Dexter Company's Hallowe'en hall —the slippers in which she had Sted home from the “petting y” in Hilary Dexter’s car. Mary Rose held them out for Sam to see. “You may not believe me, but you've got to believe the story that those tell!” she said to him, nodding her head. “Flossie never wore out those shoes sitting in HU ary Dexter's car, letting him nmks love to her!” Sam looked stupidly from the gold tilippers to the golden head of ids wife as she sat sobbing on the rug at ids feet. He made a sudden move as if lie 'ij-ould have leaned dawn to her, to take her in his hrms; then he straightened again. He still had his suspicions of her evidently. 1 "He—he kissed me that night," Flosbie began in a muffled tone. "And I almost killed him for doing it! I didn't want any one to kiss me but you, Sam Jessup! And this is what I get for it!” Sam dropped down to his knees beside her. "Yes, but you. took all that jewelry from hiro,” he reminded her. "Why did he give it to you? And why did you take it, if there was nothing between you?” He started to get up, but Flossie threw her Arms around halfstrangling him. "I don't know why Dex gave it to me!'' she sobbed, and Mary Rose saw Sam wince at the sound of Dexter s name on her lips. "But I took it because I liked/it! Oh, Sam, I love nice thing—l'd sell my soul for 'em! You don't know how I hate to /be poor.” Sam held her close, his face hidden in her tousled hair that always drugged his sense with its sweet swarrp scent. "You're going to be a lot poorer, for a while, than you've ever been before,” he told her. "Because I'll never work for Dexter another minute as long as I live! And-it's going to take time to land another job half as good as the one" I had with him!” Then Mary Rose had an inspiration. "I know where there's one every bit as good!” she said. •"In fact, I think it's better. It's with a man whose wife hates to have girls working for him!” She went to the telephone and called Jim Morrell, just as he was sitting down to tHe Sunday morning breakfast that his adoring, jealous wife always cooked for him with her own be-dlarnond hands.

“I've found you a secretary—a man,’’ she said to him and they both laughed. “No, but I mean It,” she went on. “Remember you promised to fire me if I found a man to take my job? Well, this man is my brother-in-law-. He has been Hilary Dexter's secretary for jnore than five years. So you know he must be good—and he is!' 1 “I thought we w-ere Just Joking the other (lay, when we were talking about secretaries’," Jim Morrell answered her after a pause. "I certainly was, at any rate. I like the way you do your work for one thing. I don't want to make a change.” His voice sounded irritated. ‘‘Well, never mind, send your brother-in-law along in the morning,” he added. “I’ll look hihq over, at any rate.” N Mary Rose felt sure that he wouldn't hire Sam, but he did. And she fqund herself reading the "Help Wanted” columns again and going the rounds of the offices where secretaries w-ere needed. The following Sunday night a little after nine she and her mother sat alone before a wood fire In the back parlor. It had been raining all day, and the wind rattled the shutters outside the windows now. “I Just caq't get 4varm. I-think I'll go upstairs to bade” Mar* Rose, said, yawning, anTcioMc% Uje.-'V'ok she had been reading As sfie stood up the front door bell peeled through le house. —rtn her way to answer it she drew back the curtains of the parlor and looked out. Through the slanting rain she could make out. the outlines of a car that stood before the house. “It's Tom Fltzroy,” she called to Mrs. Middleton, who had hurried upstairs, declaring she was too tired to talk to anybody. He came in, bringing the chill and dampness of the storm with him and dropped soaking slicker down on the tile floor of the vestibule. Mary Rose picked It up, and took It out into the kitchen. “My goodness, Tom rjtzrojri” she scolded him,

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"You’d get your death putting that cold wet thing on, when you go out again! You may be a doctor, but you don’t know much!” She spread the slicker out on two chairs before the kitchen stove, and found herself in his arms when she turned around from it. "No, don’t— ’’ she sighed, but he covered her protesting mouth with a long kiss, holding both of her hands crushed in one of his, while the other held her so close to him that their hearts beat against each other. He kissed her again and again—on the- soft curve of her cheek, the fluttering eyelids and the bollow-s of her throat where a little pulse beat. , / He kissed her as if he never could have enough of her—and a few hours afterward. Mary Rose was thankful that she had let him kiss her that way. “This Is positively my last appearance here,’’ he said to her, when he had lifted her up bodily and carried her back to the parlor and set her down In the chair before the glowing grate. “That is, unless you’ll let me put this on your hand.” He drew the little wedding ring he had bought for her from his pocket. He locked up at her, and she was struck by the tired whiteness of'hls face. "Either you tell me tonight that you'll marry me, or I'm never com- | ing here again,” he went on. in an almost matter-of-fact voice. “I can't stand seeing you, holding you in my arms, and then —going away from you. Xt’ driving jne out of xny

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mind—”/ He put his head down on j her lap, and drew his hands down I over her until they were clasped ! around her knees. She stood up. "No, Tom, it’s no use,” she said, holding her aching head between her palms and slowly shaking it. “It's no use'.” She wns still standing that way when she heard the front door slam behind him and the sound of his motor above the driving rain and wind. It seemed only a fe\v minutes later that the Telephone In the hall startled her by its loud ringing. She did not know the voice that answered her when she said "Hello." “This is Miss Sims at the hospital,” It Informed her crisply. v Dr Fitzroy has Just been brought in. Injured. Could you come here, right away?” (To Be Continued) Map- Rose makes the great sacrifice of marrying Torn on his deathbed that his soul might be in peace in tomorrow's installment. CURED BY KING LONDON —King George IV cured General 81r George Higglnson of smoking. General Higglnson recalled on his 100th birthday recently, that when he was a child the king noticed him m his perambulator one day and, for a Joke, since the child was staring at the king's cigar, put It to the baby’s lips. The nauseous Impression stayed with him all his life,.-Sir, George -stated,

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