The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-08
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housed the Dexter Automobile
Company.
At the door of the Mushroom, Miss
MacFarlane faced her, her hand on
the knob Of the door. Sam Jessup
may nave written the note, Mary
Rose" she said, "but the voice that
calls her on the telephone is not
Sam Jessup's voice."
Mary Rose left her and ran up
stairs.
Along about the middle Of the
afternoon, Tom Fitzrey telephoned.
"G-g-going to go somewhere with
me for dinner tonight, MM-Mary
Rose?" he asked.
"I can't Tom. I'm going to take
mother and Floss to the movies, :"
she answered, glad Of the excuse.
"L-l-let me go with you" Tom
suggested hopefully. But Mary Rose
squelched him:
"This is strictly a family party"
well. then" Tom said, ct ought
to go along. I'm going to be mem
Der of your family some day, II
you'll let me. A close relation"
The girl laughed, in spite Of her
self. Listen here, Tom Fitzroy, ;"
she lifted. ''You can't take my time
In the middle Of the afternoon, just to
ask me to marry you"
She glanced up and saw that Man
ners was standing beside her desk,
some papers in his hands. She
could tell from the look on his face
that he had heard what she had
just said.
"Good-by Tom, I'm awfully busy"
she spoke rapidly into the telephone
I'll call you later"
She looked up at Manners. He
laid the papers down on the desk.
please file these away for me, ;"
he said in a colorless voice. He
started away, and then came back
Somehow or other, I never
thought of you as-as being en-
gagged" he remarked.
"No?" she asked.
She borrowed one of Flossie's
phrases. "That was my little boy
friend" she explained, kidding me
over the phone. I'm not engaged
to him. I'm not engaged to any
body"
For some seconds he stood there,
looking at her. Then he turned and
disappeared into his private office.
''Well, at any rate. that set him
thinking about me-" Mary Rose said
to herself, with some satisfaction,
as she filed away the papers he had
given her. "He knows I'm a girl
now-not an adding machine"
When she returned to her desk,
tall girl was standing there.
It'd like to see Mr.. Manners If
he's not busy, please" she said to
Mary Rose in a high sweet voice.
Mary Rose took her in with one
keen glance-the smartness Of her
plain black clothes in a season when
bright colors were the rage, the
fragrance Of some spicy. faint per-
fume that hung around her, the
blue eyes that had the friendliest
sort of smile in them.
Without looking directly at them,
she saw that the girl wore silver
buckles on her slippers, and that
silver purse dangled from her wrist.
Money" she thought, "and lots
of it. Maybe she's Mr.. Manners
sister-that is, if he has a sister"
She knew almost nothing about
John Manners.
= What name shall I tell him?"
she asked, Nhalf-way to the door of
his office.
Miss Hing" the girl said.
Mary Rose opened the door and
went in closing it after her
There's a Miss HING here to see
you," she said to Manners.
He got up from his desk without
word and crossed the office, opened
the door and let Mary Rose pass out
of it ahead offhim.
Hello, Dorry," she heard him say
10 the tall girl, as she turned to
him and held out both Of her white
hands what brings you here?
But, come in. Come i'm
Together the pair of them went
into the office and the door closed
behind them.
Now, who is Derry Hinig-and
what is she to John Manners?" Mary
Rose asked herself looking at the
closed door.