The Washington times., 1925-12-01
Every Man Is in Love With His STEM
Ographer-Or His StenOgrapher Is
in Love With Him, . Says a Student
of Human Nature.
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CT DON'T want to get Toms
4 goat, as you call it." Mary
Rose answered. "And I'll thank
you not to tell him any more lies,
FIossie Middleton
She tried to telephone Tom at
the hospital, but he had just left,
30 they said.
Sam stayed for supper. and
Mrs. Middleton and Mary Rose
left them and went upstairs to
bed, soon afterward.
Toward midnight, Mary Rose
woke UP. In the dimness Of the
little room she saw that Flossie
was not in her bed. She tiptoed
out into the hall. There was no
light downstairs.
She went down to the landing
-. and then she saw Flossie and
Sam. They were outlined dsrkIy
against the glass panel OF the
front door, locked together in q
close embrace, so that they looked
like one figure standing there.
Then Sans head was raised for
a moment from the girls lips.
''If you don't marry me,
swear TIL leave this town and
never come backr' he was saying,
with all the intensity of twenty
five in the throes Of passion.
'I1l kill myselfr'
Don't be silly, SAM" F'lossie's
voice was thick and drowsy.
Mary Rose saw her put up her
hands and draw his head down
20 hers.
The door slammed a moment
later. and F1ossie came into the
room, stopping to switch on the
lights as she came.
az lust gave old Sam the shock
Of his life," she said, giggiing as
she began to unbutton her clothes.
Smoked a cigarette in front, OF
him and I wish you'd heard
him rave! You'd have thought I'd
committed one OF the seven dead
ly gins!'
Invitation
The rain that had ended the
picnic kept on all night, and all
the next day. At five-thirty when
she was putting on her hat to
leave for the day, John Manners
ASAS0 U1uE IAO6C IL SAAS - INV ~
ride home with him.
Its such rotten weather" he
explained, with an embarrassed
Smile.
As Mary Rose sat beside him
In his little closed car, she was
too happy to talk. 1t seemed a
wonderful thing to her that she
should be sitting beside him, in
his own car, rolling along through
the silvery, rain-strung twilight.
'I wonder IL he knows that
these are the happiest moments
Of my whole 1ife." she thought.
And the saddest, too, in a
way-because III probably never
be here with him again."
He went up the brick wall to
the door of the shabby little
house with her. He stood there
for a moment, holding her hand,
while the rain drops splashed
down on him from the blossoming
lilac tree. -. Mary Rose had
always known that his handclasp
would be like this, firm and warm
and friendly.
Goodnight, she tried to say,
and then realized in a dream
that he was asking her not to go
into the house.
IF you're not doing anything
tonight, let's go and have some
supper, somewhere" he said:
CHAPTER XII
Mary Rose looked down at her
shabby serge suit and scuffed
shoes. and then up into John
Manners face. Her eyes were
shadowy with longing.
"oh. I'd love to go with you!"
she said eagerly you know I
would!'
well, then. come along" He
laid one of his hands in it's pig
skin glove on her arm. There's
nothing to stop you, is there?
No other date?"
She shook her head. NO.
other date"
But still she hung back. "Only
] shouldn't go with you, should
I? You-you're engaged to that
Miss HING, aren't your"
"Oh, fiddlesticks"' His tone
was impatient, for he wanted very
much, somehow. to be alone with
Mary Rose Middleton. Some
place where they could talk.
''Dorry goes out with other peo-
pie, and so do I. That's only
natural"
But you are engaged to her."
the girl went on with q little
break in her voice. "And il 1
were engaged to you'll mean, IL
were engaged to a man. it would
break my heart IL he trotted
around with another girl. And l
can't imagine even wanting to go
out with anyone else, II l were
engaged to you"
Something in her voice made