The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-14

always was about hers. She polished
her nails and rubbed some of F1os-
/ sizes Heart of Love" perfume on
her soft skin. From the bottom
drawer of the old dresser she took
a pair of black chiffon stockings and
pulled them on. Swung triple
| strand of imitation pearls around
her neck and stood back from the
mirror to see the effect.
All her life she had scorned girls
who ''dolled up for work as if they
were getting ready to go to a party.
But now, for the first time since she
had left business college, her job was
not the biggest thing in Mary Rose
/ Middleton's life, A man was-and
she was dressing herself, not for
work but for him. For John Man
ners!
What are you getting all fused
up for?" a sleepy voice came from
the bed, F1ossie had awakened and
was sitting up rubbing her eyes.
"Oh, gee But I'm tired" she went
on, I'm not going to work today
that's a cinch My tummy feels
like a bomb, getting ready to ex-
plode,"
Mary Rose raised her eyebrows
of course, it's none of my bust
ness what you do, Floss" she said
very quietly, but if l were you I'd
go to work today, if 1 had to crawl
there on my hands and knees. You
weren't there yesterday, either. -.
And 1t seems so unfair to lie down
on the job, just because you happen
to be a pretty girl, and Mr.. Dexter
had a soft spot in his neart for
you"
"Oh, blah" snapped F'lossie. IA
girls a, fool not to use her looks to
make life easy for her, if sha can.
| If were old and ugly like Miss Mac
Farlane, I'd know had to work like
mad to hold my job. But I don't
have to-thank fortuner'
She held up the little finger of her
right hand, and wagged it at her
sister.
u can wind Hilary Dexter right
around my little finger" she said
! calmly, And if I asked for Miss
MacFarlane's job I'd get it tomorrow
and two or three assistants to go
| with it. There's nothing in the world
Dex wouldn't do for me, if I asked
+ MIN tc--"
Nary Rose looked at her coldly
/ The look that a thoroughly good
/ rrzlo1 -
! so good.
Just how far has this affair be-
tween you and Mr.. Dexter gone,
Flossie?" she asked, you don't let
him make love to you, do your"
Flossie sat up in bed and ran her
hands through her cleaning curls so
that they stood up in sunshiny ten
drills all over her little head. She
laughed HISTORICALLY.
| well, haven't let him kiss me
yet" she said, eff that's what you
mean. I'm not such an simp ais all
! that. sweetie. 1 keep letting him
think that I'm going to let him. But
never do. See? That's my sys-
tenn
To Mary Rose 1t seemed a shame
full system. The friendship between
/ her sister and Hilary Dexter struck
/ her as shameful and shocking.
| And what about Sam Jessup?''
! she asked, as F1ossie put her little
] bare feet out on the shabby rug. and
! stood up, stretching. Even if Mr..
| Dexter seems to have forgotten that
1 he has a wife, you might at least re-
member that you're going to marry
| Sam
"Oh, Sam" F'lossie wrink1ed her
! little nose with scorn, I'm not so
sure that I'm going to marry Sam
! Jessup at all, if you want to know
-. He's always going to be poor.
And I'm terribly tired of being poor"'
She walled as she went on: Just
look around you at this house, Mary
Rose This awful room
Her ice-blue eyes swept 1t disdain.
fully. They scorned the ingram car.
per, the cheap wall paper, the din
! mirror of the old walnut dresser.
al don't see anything the matter
with this room, or with the rest of
the house, Mary Rose answered
sensibly. IT'S not a palace, but al
least we own it,
And what kind of a time do
have, shaving for nothing a week.
| Flossie cried, paying no attention to
her. And then you begrudge me
the few little parties l do have