The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-11-30
Every Man Is in Love With His Stem
Ographer-Or His StenOgrapher Is
in Love With Him. y Says a Student
of Human Nature.
d lt Trus? Read Beatrice
Rurton.a Ansluer

EsLloSSIE sighed. ''well, you've
just Grabbed the picnic, that's
all.'' she said. 81 don't know
whether I'll go II Mother goes.
She'll raise the dickens II smoke,
or be myself. at all'-You know,
yourself, how she Is about sn1ok.
ing?'
Mary Rose opened the window,
and drew the shades. well, you
shouldn't smoke. It's bad for
your health"
cts not thar like to smoke,
oecause I don't" Flossie answered
with q giggle. She turned to the
dresser, and picked up the little
gold cigaret-holder that Hilary
Dexter had given her. But ! do
love to use this holder In front OF
Sam! It gets him wild
He's sure some man gave Il to
me. and he's 80 Jealous, he's
gre M
She sighed again. as she un-
hooked her dress and hung Il up
on the hooks behind the door.
AOh, Mary Rose, she said. why
ia it that like a man until he
fan In love with me-and then
I'm through with him. just
haven't any use for Sam. any
moFeF'
CHAPTER XII
Sunday. was one of those rare
spring days Of gh wind and sun
shine, Of scurry ng silver clouds,
ana the fresh smell OF Towering
things in far-off meadows.
In the Middlctons' little brown
house Mary Rose was the first
person to waken. She lay for q
moment, blinking happily at the
sunshine that shone from under
the haR-lowered blinds.
Then she tiptoed into the bath
room across the hal and dressed
IN an old gingham house frock.
At 10 o'clock when Mrs. Middle
ton came downstairs all ready for
the picnic to CIR at Falls, the cot.
fee was ready on the back Of the
stove, and q yellow bowl was
filled with buckwheat batter, all
ready 20 be made into cakes.
In the front hal the baskets OF
food were stacked. and the three
Ntfle downstairs rooms were swept
and aired and busted. Everything
was In perfect order.
Now, I'll rush up and take my
bath. while you make the cakes"
Mary Rose. said gayly, kissing her
mother. Don't you think that
for q stenographer, I'm q pretty
nifty housekeeper?"
Mrs. Middleton nodded, a. she
tied starcfy white apron around
her waist.
Neat Hand
agWfS.~. M0rSU Rose
You're q born housekeeper
You have what my mother al
WAYS called q neat hand. she
said seriously.
The girl saw her take her
prayer.book out OF her apron
rocket as she left the room, and
knew that she was going to go
through the morning service that
she had missed by going to the
picnic instead Of to church.
Poor little Mother! :
Lie had been cruel to her. Il
had never given her anything but
poverty and hard work. It had
early robbed her Of the husband
she had adored, and had left her
the two little girls to bring up as
best she might.
0Ut GLIO0Bu 64Ae 9A4G k4sAAA
never lost her faith In man and
ness. "If she knew about Floss
and Mr.. Dexter it would just
break her heart" Mary Rose said
TO herself. 1--WE just got to
break things up between them,
somehow
But how to do It?
- u.uaAH.ln~~a aNRNaf
At the stroke Of twelve, Tom
Fitzroy stopped his shining black 4
roadster before the shabby little
house on Beckwith street. He
threw his long legs over the side,
and ran up the steps as II he
could scarcely wait to greet Mary
Rose. who stood smiling in the
doorway.
Look here. Motheri" he called
cheerfully to Mrs. Middleton, and
as she raised her head from the
picnic baskets, he had soundly
kissed her on both cheeks.
Mary Rose stamped her foot.
tom Fitzroy! How dare your
she cried furiously blushing. But
Tom only laughed and winked at
Mrs. Middleton. He knew that
she was his firm friend and ally.
Annoyed
Mother doesn't care if do
that. do you. Mother?" he asked.
PICKING up the baskets. Here. TIL
pIIt these in the car with me and
Mary Rose"
One Of the things about Tom
that most annoyed Mary Rose was
his habit ~ calling Mrs. Middle