The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1926-01-14
Every Man Is in Love With His Stem
Ographer or His Stenographer Is
in Love With Him, Says a Student
Of Human Nature.
MFRS. MIDDLETON shook her
M head iuonatientIy.

Avn head, impatiently.
Now, don't try to tell me any
thing about him, because know
all about him myselft' she said
with spirit. HE and Flossie were
quarreling about something or
other all afternoon. And you
mould have heard the way ne
let her talk to him! Why. ne
hasn't any more backbone than
an oyster
You think that about him be-
cause he's SO. meek when Flossle
jumps on him" Mary Rose ex,
planned, laughing. But that's
because he's in love with her.
Sans really a mighty smart
young kid. Everybody at the
office says he's a conner
Once more her mother shook
her head. You can't tell me
that anybody who dresses the
way he does-with those trousers
that trail on the ground anu
those awful ties--is ever going
to make his mark! Because
couldn't believe iti' she SAID.
popping mouthful of meat into
her mouth, as If she were bit
ing off Sans unfortunate head.
IF my girl marries him. it's
going to break my heart
Fi0ssie Gone
To the surprise OF Mary ROSE
she burst into tears.
Whats the matter dearest?
the girl asked. . Surely you're
not crying because Flossies in
love with Sam Jessup. She'll
probably never marry hint, any
way"
Mrs. Middleton sighed. Mono
she said in a muffled tone, I'm
crying because l don't know any
thing about you and, Flossie any
more. You shut me out of your
lives as If / were a stranger to
you'll heard you both taking
last night at o'clock i'm here.
And / knew something was going
on"
She got up from. the table.
pushed Mary Rose gently away
from her and went out of the
kitchen.
An hour afterward. when the
girl had washed the dishes and
put them away. she followed her.
But the door of her mctner's
room was closed and locked.
Poor little mother" Mary
Rose thought. And suddenly she
saw the cruelty Of Youth that
goes its own way. pushing aside
its props when it no longer needs
them-leaving the shelter of the
mother-bird's wings when it has
tried its own and can fly away
on them.
She went into her own room
and turned on the lights.
It was then that she saw that
something was wrong. For the
room was. in wild disorder. Flos-
sizes clothes were scattered all
overland the side of the dresser
where she kept her bottles and
brushes and powder boxes was
empty.
Mary Rose pulled opened the
top drawer of the dresser. IL
was empty, too!
FIossie had gonel Bag and bag
Ragei But where?
CHAPTER XLVI
Mary Rose looked around her
at the little disordered room as II 1t
could give her some linking OF
where Flossie had gone-and with
whom-and why.
1t did tell her one thing for GER
tain. And that was that whcr-
ever F'lossfe had vanished to, she
was not coming back for long
time. For she had taken all her
new fall clothes with her, all Of
her bright sleazy silk underwear,
and every bit of the jewelry that
Hilary Dexter had given her.
''All my best stockings, too,
Mary Rose added to herself, as
she went rapidly through the
drawers of the old walnut dresser.
The fact did not surprise her
at all. For Flossie had always
helped herself to her sisters
clothes and trinkets whenever she
felt like it, She had a habit Of
walking off with Mary Roses
most treasured possessions, care
lessly remarking that I'm just
borrow these beads OF yours" or
"All my stockings have Jacobs
ladders in them, SO I'll grab a
pa!r OF yours, il you don't mind.
The sound Of her silver sweet
little voice saying these things
seemed still to echo in the room.
The air was heavy with the scent
of the "Fleur d'Amor'' perfume
that she used so freely, and a
little pile of pale pink face pow
der was heaped upon the dresser
cover. Across the foot Of the
bed was flung a pink satin bed
Jacket that Mrs. Middleton had
made for her from an old dancing
dress. Her old slippers were un-
der the bed.
but where in the dickens il