The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-07-08

for supper. But whether she was
with Mr.. Dexter vat those times or
not, Mary Rose didn't know, for
sure. But she was afraid she was
October came with it's golden days
and blue, blue skies.
One night at half past 5, when
Mary Rose took the last Of the days
letters into Manners office to be
signed, he turned in his chair and
looked up at her.
This young doctor who used to
call you up all %he tine-what's be-
come of him." he asked.
Mary Rose gave a gasp of sur
prise-to think that he noticed who
called her up and how often,
She looked out Of the window
at the sunset behind the black roofs
opposite, thinking absurdly how
very yellow it was-like a Gloire de
Dillon rose. Her brain refused to
form an answer to his simple ques-
ton. 1t had taken away her pres
ence of mind.
Then, quite clearly, she saw that
the only thing to do was to tell him
the truth. There was nothing to be
gained by hedging-ever.
"Nothing's become of him. I
means he's still at the hospital" she
said, clasping and unclasping her
long fingers. "But--he decided not
to call me up any nor We both
thought it would be best"
He made no answer for four or
live seconds. Then he said, II see."
didn't see at all.
Mary Rose realized that she had
said either too much or too little
she didn't know which. She STUN
bled on: you see. Tom would like
to get married, and I don't. That's
about the size of it."
"Do you care so much for your
job, Mary Rose?" 1t was the first
time in weeks that he had called her
Mary Rose. She stood there, silent
and confused, and watched him take
his pipe and tobacco out Of his
drawer. It was then that she saw
Doris Kings photograph, lying face
downward in the drawer-the picture
that Doris had brought there to be
framed and set on his desk.
81 like my work" she answered
shortly.
She caught sight of her face in the
little mirror that hung above the
washbowl across the room. 1t was
flushed and the deep blue eyes were
1 stUNI.s- L. Az I@AI-
when I'm with him" she thought
because I'm happy" She was, in
a way, just then. 1t made her hap
Ply. Just to be near him.
John Manners lit a match and
held it to the tobacco in the bowl Of
his pipe. Mary Rose liked the little
output sound that he made as he
drew on it. She liked everything
about. him. There was nothing that
he was, nothing that he did that
wasn't wonderful and fascinating to
her.
She wondered what would happen
If she should tell him the truth-if
she should say. IT like my work be
cause it's work for you. And I love
you"
The thought was terrifying.
She picked up her papers and
turned to go. But he held her with
another remark:
eff it's just a question Of work or
marriage, I should advise you to get
married. Every woman should be
married, and have her husband and
her family. That's Nature and God
and wisdom"
He laughed, and went on. "I may
fsound like a dictionary or a sermon
when | say that. but it's the truth
lust the same You're the type Of
girl who should be married, Mary
Rose"
"Who knows that better than 1
do" thought Mary Rose, but aloud
she said:
1T isn't just a question of mar
rage or work. I'm not-I DON'T
don't believe I care for ~Tom-quite
as much as I should. I think we
fought to wait a while"
4 Manners got up, fidgeted with the
window shade and walked back to
the. desk with his hands in his
pockets.
you think, then, hat you will
care for him later on?" he asked,
looking down at her.
Mary Rose faced him bravely. 81
never will" she said clearly. "I've
fallen in love with somebody else
After she had said it, she was
sorry she had. She felt a hot blush
of shame run over her, and with her
knees shaking, she managed to get
herself out of the room. She sat
down at her own desk and covered
her face with her hands, thankful
that the big outer Office was de-
serted. :
Presently from the tail of her eve.
she saw him come out Of his office
with his hat in his hand, and a light
o%vercoat slung over his arm. She
dreaded to look at him, but he came
and stood beside her desk.
why did you tell me that, Just
then, Mary Rose?" he asked.
II don't know she answered in
a muff1ed voice. II wish / hadn't"
"Why?'
She put her hands down from her
face then, and looked squarely at
him. We'll. why should II" she