The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-16


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* FL0SsIE and MARY ROSE MIDDLE
se rs OF Y" widowed owed niother Both Of
1hem work for the Dexter Automobile
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secretary to the sales manager; JOHN
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viii the president of the company,
HILARY DEXTER, a married i1l m. man or With
rown daughters And Thep she eif 9rdef5
1H her alos ebum snl ALICE JAMES. ~
e three times week with Dexter and
q too tired to so to work the, the next ist
RON FiTzRoy. a, young doctor who
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Cute Y ndigestion ie at Country inn with
her are Alice James, Dexter and an I'M
1shough they know how i'll Flossie is,
Ind Tom takes her home.
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BARRED man b9t Flosse tells end 1 Ter sne
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rowing grow g'H away from him because he
poor EIossie tells Mary Rose she
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CHAPTER XXI
81 Sunday was one Of those rare
bring days of high wind and sun
hine. or scurrying silver clouds
nd the fresh smell of Towering
lings in far-off meadows.
] In the Middletons' little brown
spuse, Mary Rose was the first per
bn to waken. She lay for a moment
linking happily at the sunshine
hat shone from under the half
wered blinds. t.
Then she tiptoed into the bath
bonn across the hall and dressed in
a old bingham housefrock.
At 10 o'clock when MIS-. Middle
Ebn came downstairs all ready for
he picnic, the coffee was ready on
he back of the stove. and a yellow
8 pwl was filled with buckwheat
alter, all ready to be made into
Akes.
In the front hall the baskets of
bod were stacked, and the three
i title downstairs rooms were swept
nd aired and busted. Everything
las in perfect order.
/ Now. I'll rush up and take my
zath, while you, make the cakes. y
harry Rose said gaily, Kissing her
bother. Don't you think that, for
stenographer, I'm pretty nifty
ousekeeper?'
Mrs. Middleton nodded, as she tied
starchy white apron around her
Eaist. "You really are, Mary Rose.
fou're a born housekeeper e. You
ave what my mother always called
'neat hand /" she saida seriously.
The girl saw her take testament
hut of her apron pocket as she left
he room, and knew that she was
soing to atone for the service she
ad missed by going to the picnic
znstead of to church. :
Poor little mother..,. Life had
cen cruel to her. It had never
/ iven her anything but poverty and
ard work. It had early robbed her
Hf the husband she had adored, and
ad left her the two little girls to
d hing up as best she might.
But through it all she had never
hst her faith in man and God, her
weetness and gentleness. eff she
new about Floss and Mr.. Dexter
would Just break her heart" Mary
Rose said to herself. ''I've just got
S break things up between them,
zbmehow!'
But how to do it,. All, there
Eas problem for you!
4 At the stroke of twelve, Tom Fftz-
by stopped his shining black road
ter before the shabby little house
IA E. New York St He threw his
bng legs over the side, and ran UP
he steps as if he could scarcely wait
greet Mary Rose. who stood smil
Elg in the doorway.
Look here, mother" he called
3heerfully to Mrs. Middleton. and as
he raised her head from the picnic
Baskets, he had soundly kissed her
] n both cheeks.
4 Mary Rose stamped her foot
HTom F'itzroy! How dare YOU she
fried furiously blushing But Tom
Z nly laughed and winked at Mrs
Middleton. He knew that she was
4 lis firm. friend and ally.
Mother doesn't care if I do that