The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-06-15
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hand on his sleeve and looked up
J into his nice brown eyes, There s
/ been misunderstanding some
where, She's left the office for
The afternoon. Maybe she went
nome"
Together, and in silence, they
walked down the street and ate
their hot roast beef and apple pie,
at a white lunch counter.
Floss hates this sort Of thing"
Sam said. "Shed live like a queen
if she had her way. She should, too.
She's too doggone pretty for ordi-
nary things
When they came/out into the
street, again, the sun was shining
like mad,'' as Mary Rose said. A
group Of little boys were playing
marbles, and somewhere on the
dingy street, carpets were being
beaten-thump! thump! thump
"Mr. DeXters taken the rest of
the day off, too" Sam said, as they
turned back toward the works.
Spring fever, suppose. He's
probably playing golf out at the
Country Club. These milliopaires
have a soft time!"
Mary Rose dartea a quick look at
him. But there was no shadow of
suspicion on his face. Nothing but
dark unhappiness.
|. "a millionaire. That's what
F1ossie should do-marry a million.
are he said, "She could. too. With
her looks!'
"Nonsense!' the girl spoke sharp
| ly. "Millionaires aren't marrying
poor girls these days any more than
they ever did. Cinderella and the
Prince belong in the fai-y-tale books
Sam, and no place else"
But he shook his head doubtfully
GLOW about picnic on Sunday
| she asked, with sudden inspiration.
"Just Mother and Floss and Tom,
and you and 1? We could broil a
beefsteak and bake some potatoes
How about it?'
yes, and at the last minute
F'lossie'll back out" Sam answered
You watch and see. I tell you
she's off me, Mary Rose. I honest.
ly think she's made up her mind
that I haven't enough money for
! her.
"How much do you make?" Mary
Rose asked ''Or isn't it any of my
business?"
Fifty a week" Sam answered
promptly. 'And that's not enough
to marry a girl, like Flossfe, on"
1T is, toor' Mary Rose con.
tradicted. And if I were you I'd
just go ahead, and do it. Show your
spunk, SAM \.
He shook his bead, once more.
NO" he answered. Not until I'm
sure she's willing to be poor. I'm
not going to spoil her life for her
But you will come to the picnic
on Sunday, won't your"
He said that, of course, he would.
Mary Rose spent all of Saturday
afternoon, rmending Flossie,s green
wool sports suit for tomorrow's pic
mic. She sat beside the kitchen
table watching her mother taking
layers for a noble cake, out af the
oven one by one.
81 think I'll make few devilled
eggs for tomorrow, too" Mrs. Mid
dleton said, when the cake was fin
ished, frosted sand set to cool in the
cupboard. -
Her face was flushed and moist
with the excitement Of the picnic
preparations. She moved about the
coy little kitchen singing snatches
of hymns to herself.
Mrs. Middleton always sang when
she was happy. And when she was
very, very happy she sang hymns
and one, in OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES the
music of Heaven.
She was singing it now, as she
filled a pan with water, and set it
on the stove.
ooh, the music of Heaven is sweeter
=, in measure,
And purer in every strain
Than the music of earth, though it
fills US with pleasure
AS it thrillingly roofs over valley
- and plain"
She stopped and looked at Mary
Rose with her blue eyes showing q
CLINT of tears.
81 declare to goodness, can't re-
member the last time Lw&s asked to
g. picnic, Mary Rose" she said. II
think it must have been to one of
those that the Sunday School used
to have when you and Flossie were
little girls.
Il must say L do enjoy getting
ready for one she went on drop
ping the eggs into the pan of boiling
water. But, pshaw, Mary Rose,
you young folks don't want me along
tomorrow"
Mary Rose looked up from the
sleeve of F'lossie's suit 1--WE certain
ly do!' she said, decidedly. you
spend almost every day in the year
alone in this house-and this is one
Sunday when you're going to step,
for a change. So don't you think
you can get out of it, Mrs. Middle
ton! Because you can't! You're go
ing to the picnic tomorrow as sure
as fate" ~
''wel, If you're sure 1 won't be in