The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-07-02

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love with him, although the office ,goss
ses say D5 5s Is HINGE faRfeas'd Be &c her
feeling for him, Mary Rose refuses
repeated offer of marriage from DE;
TOM FITzROY. who has long Deen Al
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lane complains to. Dexter OF Flossie,ss
Mss Macs IF ar lane ansriy leaves the Job
she's held for fifteen years, 49,, 10
Dexter makes Flossie head iS 81 the the d ;n
. T Estp one day Mary Rose finds her her
s seads F IL aSos II Fsse eays @
shame. and simply, says it's not her fault
that men like her .,u ,o
..vamp'' John Manners. and Mary Rose
barely speaks to Manners for days. Inen
one mo he asks ot her IL IN e
s snd Mary ar Rose goes. Before John takes
MRS spi BuNDEE. the houseKeeper; that
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MARY Rose was not prepared for
John Manners mother.
When he had said she was an In
valid, Mary Rose at once pictured
a sweet faced sufferer, propped up
against the lace pillow of her bed.
But the fine-looking. dark-eyed
woman who greeted her cheerfully
as she came into the room was sit
ting bolt upright in an armchair OF
lowered chintz as if it were a
throne. In one of her hands she
held a cane, and that was the only
sign of helpfulness about her.
my dear" sine said, taking Mary
Roses hand in the friendliest way,
sit is very kind of you to come to
see an old lady"
And she crinkled up her eyes and
LAUGHED and Mary Rose laughed
with her. For in spite OF her help
lessness. Johns mother was not an
old lady at all. Neither paralysis
nor sufferi-g had robbed her Of her
young smile and her air OF being
vigorously alive.
Mary Rose had loved her before
she saw her, simply because she was
John Manners mother, and now she
loved her because she was herself
a Roman eagle sort of self. Proud
and unbeaten.
OF loved to come, Mrs. Manners,
she said truthfully. She wondered
IA either of them, the mother or the
gon. knew what mixed pleasure and
main she felt, as she stood there be-
FORE them with their kind eyes on
her.
"Johnny said you have lovely
vn,ce and YOU have" the older wom-
an surprised her by saying sud
danlv, and Mary Rose blushed.
Johnny. So that was what his
mother called him.
Such a nice name, too, and how
wel1 it fitted him. straightforward
and honest and friendly, like him.
self.
And then she wondered If Doris
HING called him Johnny" too.
Probably. 'But I suppose III have
to go on calling him "Mr. Manners
all the rest of my life," she thought,
rniserably-and this moment that
she had been enjoying to the full,
became dreadful to her.
She felt, all at once, like an out
sider-~S She was nothing in the lives
Of these two people who mattered
so. much to her, :.
rI'll leave you two together, now"
John Manners was saying, and
when Mrs. Bundle has dinner ready,
I'm out in the garage-car needs
greasing-"
Mary Rose felt, rather than saw,
when he left the room. She pulled
nGISGlI IOSSIllCl, clo~k2AAO AA-A -
click of the door closing behind him.
She was sorry now that she had
come here to this house of his
.Mr. Manners said that you're
reading Anna Karenina,' she said,
looking around the room with its
old cllintzes, its soft lights and its
mirrors with their old gilt frames.
on a little table she found the book.
Beside it stood a large framed
picture of-Doris HING.
Mary Rose tried not to see the
picture. She opened the book and
began to read in her low, husky
voice that John Manners had said
was a lovely voice. She read for
long time.
Downstairs in the hall a silver
Ginning clock struck seven very
softly. And few minutes afterward
the large figure of Mrs. Bundle ap-
peared in the doorway Of the room.
she carried a tray.
sDinner's ready downstairs she
said. beaming at Mary Rose, as she
set it down. on a table at Mrs. Man