The Washington times., 1925-11-17
LOVE BOUND
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from the west window. There was
mockery In her eyes.
Flossie's favorite saying was
that every girl was in love with
the man for whom she worked
either that, or he was in love
with her. One Of the two things,
she declared, was bound to hap
pen, wherever men and women
worked together in an office.
Under her knocking eyes, Mary
Rose felt herself bIushing uncom.
fortably. She clicked her vanity
case shut and dropped It back
into the pocket OF her plain black
dress.
mo, I'm not dolling up for my
boss, thanksi" she said, all the
more emphatically because Flossie
had hit the nail on the head.
well, / am for mine--and
should worry who knows Il"
Flcssie's tone was matter.of.fact.
She opened q tin makeup box
on the shelf below the mirror and
began to lathef her face with
cold cream.
Suddenly she burst into q laugh.
1.-THE Big Boss Ia certainly run.
ming around In circles about me
these days" she said. Honestly,
b. doesn't know whether he's
coming or going! This
noon he wanted me to 60 out TO
lunch with him again.
Mary Rose stared for mo-
ment. You don't mean Mr..
Dexter, F1ossie?'' she asked Il.
nally, with q sort OF gasp.
Her sister nodded 50 that all
the little blond curls on her
bodied head danced wildly.
Sure. mean Mr.. Dexter, and
nobody else but!'' she answered
with slangy cheerfulness.
isis he in love with you2"
BATS about me, told you, =
Flossie said calmly as she rubbed
paste.rouge into her smooth
cheeks. Then she caught . glimpse
OF Mary Roses face in the glass.
"Oh, you needn't look so
shocked. Purity!'' she went on.
~ guess a little thrill never hurt
anybody" \
A little thrill.
Surely 1t wasn't possible that
Flossie was thrilled" even the
least bit by the stout, middle
aged head of the variety COM
pany!
Mary Rose couldn't imagine
that, by any wild stretch Of tbs
imagination.
But It was perfectly easy to
understand how Mr.. Dexter could
lose his head over Flossie.
Men would always lose their
heads over her. She was the
type OF girl that nine men out
Of ten fell for the minute they
laid eyes on her.
Mary Rose had often thought
that Helen Of Troy ana Lady
beauties Of history must have
looked great deal like Flossic.
She was little and slim, but
deliciously curved Tor all her
slimness. There was lure In the
grace OF her body, the sway Of
her hips as she moved.
Her blue eyes were a. limo
cent as a child's, and she had
learned q trick Of holding her
mouth pouted as II Il waited for
q kiss. Makeup and late hours
had not yet had time 20 spoil
Flossie's babyish beauty. For she
was not quite twenty.
Mary Rose looked at her
thoughtfully. Was this little kit
ten Of q sister really playing the
most dangerous game that a girl
can play-the game Of love with
a married man, a man who had
grown daughters Of his own?
All, mo-! F1ossie must be joking.
''Look here, infant" she said
sharply, you've no business say.
ing things like that about Mr..
Dexter. He has wife"
Pooh! That old girIg' F1ossle
broke in. waving q powderpuff
carelessly. what does he care
about her? All she does is razx
him. he says. -. And be-
sides, don't kid yourself that he's
the only man on earth who has
an eye for flapper! The woods
are full Of EN-! Ask anv one.
Look around you II you don't be-
lieve iti''
Mary Rose was only haIflisten.
ing.
A sudden thought from the back
of her troubled mind had just
home to dinner for the last three
or four nights. Where had she
been?
She had pHoned her mother to
say that she was having supper
downtown with Sam Jessup, who
was Mr.. Dexter's secretary.
At the time II had not occurred
to Mary Rose to doubt her word,
but now shc did. Had Flossie
really been with Sam Jessup? Or
had she been with the Big Boss.
himself?
Mary Rose put one Of her hands
on her sisters shoulder and
turned her, so that she could look
straight into the innocent blue
eyes. .
"You aren't running around
with Mr.. Dexter, are you, F1oss?'
she asked gravely. You know
nother'd lose her mind II she
thought you were"
FIossie made no answer. She
set her soft little chin stubbornly
and turned away with a jerk.
without another word, Mary Rose
left her and went slowly upstairs
to her desk.
She knew there was no earthly
use in asking Flossie for the truth
about Mr.. Dexter-unless she was
in q mood to tell 1t.
For FIossie was not above a lie.
She would tell any one any kind
Of a yarn to get herself out Of
a tight place.
To Floesie a lie was not q thing
to be Stunned. 1t was a con-
venience. One that she used MS
freely as she used her little per.
fumed lipstick.
If she really IL running around
with Mr.. Dexter. I'll have 20 put