The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-05

like that about Mr.. Dexter. He has
wife"
pooh, that old girl,' Flossie
broke in, waving powderpuff care
lesly. What does he care about
her? All she does is razz him, he
says. !. +, And besides, don't kio
yourself that he's the only man or
earth who has an eye for flapper
The woods are full IT, 'ern! Ask any
one. Look around you if you don't
believe it!'
Mary Rose was only half-listening
A sudden thought from the back
of her troubled mind just struck her
F'lossie had not been home to din
ner for the last three or four nights.
Where had she been?
She had proned her mother to say
that she was having supper down
town with Sam Jessup, who was
Mr.. Dexter's secretary,
At the time it had not occurred to
Mary Rose to doubt her word. but
now she 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.
SsYou aren't running around with
Mr.. Dexter, are you, Floss?' she
asked gravely. ''You know, mother d
lose her mind if she thought you
werer'
Flossie 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 earthiy
use in asking F1ossie for the truth
about Mr.. Dexter-unless she was
in a mood to tell it.
For F1ossie was not above lie
she would tell any one any kind OF a
warn to get herself out of t1gnt
place.
To F1ossie lie was not thing 10
he Stunned. It was convenience
One that she used as freely as she
used her little perfumed hpstick!
eff she really is running around
with Mr.. Dexter, I'll have to put
ston to it. somehow" Mary hose
made ND her mind an hour later as
she Rcked her desk for the night.
Rut how to do it-that was the
question.
"WeIl. I can see to it that she goes
home with me tonight, at least, she
said firmly to herself, "just for
good beginning
she ran upstairs to the filing de-
partment only to find that Flossle
had stolen a march on her. she
had left two minutes before, so Miss
MacFarlane, who was in charge,
said.
"she had some marketing to do
for her mother, and I let her go
earlv." she explained. IF you
hustle, you may be able to catch
her
Mary Rose hustled. But when she
reached the street F1ossie was no
where in sight.
well. she really may have had
some errands to do" thought Mary
Rose as she began her long walk
home through the violet twilight.
Spring Jagged last year, if you re-
member. and the April evening was
cold. But there were tiny leaves on
the trees and the air smelled fresh
and fragrant.
AS the girl walked along she forgot
about F1ossie Her thoughts turned
toward John Manners.
Maybe it's only the stir of spring
makes me feel this way about him.
she told herself remembering a line
m the old brown Tennyson on the
living room table at home.
''In the spring a young man
fancy lightly turns to thoughts of
love it read
Mine. too. perhaps" thought
Mary Rose Middleton But deep
down within her heart, she knew
that her love for Manners had moth.
ing to do with spring. She knew il
was going to last through all her
springtimes, and all her winters, too
She was sure it was for keeps.
Il suppose it ought to make me
to herself. sit can't make you hap
py to love man who looks at you
as If you were a typewriter or tele
phone"
And then: 'If can't marry him
| shall never marry anybody
That brought her around to the
question of Tom Fitzroy-Tom, who
had asked her to marry him only d
week ago.
She was still thinking about him
when she truned the corner of New
York ST., and all but bumped into
him. At the sight of her he turned
a bright shade of pink and grinned
showing a mouthful of handsome
teeth But he seemed to have lost
his voice.
Hello, Thomas. How's' the busy
dector?" Mary Rose saluted him.
In his own mind, Tom F'itzroy
knew himself for the desirable and
attractive young bachelor he was
His father was the most popular
Soctor in town, and, at 30, Tom bic
fair to follow in his footsteps. His
patients liked him tremendously.
But with Mary Rose Tom was like
bashful schoolboy. He stammerec
little now as he spoke to her.
my ,stink-wheels parked arouno
the corner, Mary Rose" he said
Take you home? Glad tor