Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 256, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 March 1931 — Page 10

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(Continued from Page One) slant stream of letters. Then one each week. Gradually the letters had come less frequently. But Gypsy could understand how that happen* and. She herself, tired after a long day in the office, often felt too to struggle '*ith pen and ink. Besides, after Alan had settled down to work at art school and described the strange things about living fn Prance and the people he met, there was less to write. There never had been a change in the friendly way he wrote. There were few affectionate phrases. He was not inclined to sentimentality. Yet on each hastily scrawled page Gypsy read messages which were infinitely tender. For a year and a half she had treasured her letters, answered promptly whenever the postman left an envelope with a Paris postmark, and made it clear to young men hinting at dinner or dance dates that her evenings were occupied. bhc stayed on at the Twelfth street lodging house. A sandyhaired bookkeeper who had moved into the second floor rear was unusually persistent with invitations. A bookkeeper at MacNamara's bore up so faithfully under snubs that out of Christian charity she relented and saw two plays with him. She did not enjoy herself. Going about with Alan, who was witty and handsome, had made other young men seem commonplace. A year and a half—nineteen months two weeks and three days to be exact—she had waited for this meeting. Suddenly Gypsy found her hands were clammy and that she was shivering. She was happy and at the same time frightened. One block ahead she saw the French line pier. With one eye on the taximeter she began fumbling in her purse. The cab halted. Gypsy was outside immediately, thrusting a bill into the hands of the driver. She was gone before she could hear hi,m ‘Thanks, Ma'am” for the extravagant tip. it it tt Gi YPSY hurried up the long f flight of stairs. She saw a crowd of men and women and made toward them. An official was refusing to let them nearer. She pushed forward and presented her permit, and was admitted past the rope barrier. The long, barn-like pier seemed to stretch on for blocks. And there was the boat! Dignity was forgotten. She ran. Past the neat boxed booths of customs officials. Past waiting messengers. Past steamship employes. Gypsy ran until, breathless, she reached the group at the railing opposite the gleaming white boat. There were cheers and cries and waving handkerchiefs. Faces on the deck of the steamship, only a few yards away, became a hazy blur. Every one was smiling. Gypsy elbowed her way nearer, (o the very edge of the barrier. She forgot these others had an equal right to be there. She squirmed and pushed ruthlessly to reach the front line. Where was he? Where was Alan? All the faces on the crowded deck looked alike. Something must be wrong! Gypsy searched left and right. She tried to steady her quick, darting gaze. Os course he was there —of course she would see him in a moment. There was anew commotion going on at Gypsy’s right. They were lowering the gangplanks. Passengers began trooping over. Stewards scurried this w r ay and that with baggage and men and women beside Gypsy rushed forward f or clamorous, affectionate greetings. Laughter and tears. A couple beside the girl were embracing. More faces. Still more faces. Then she saw' him. He was part way down the gangplank before she recognized him. Alan looked more handsome than Gypsy remembered. He w'as glancing from left to right. He had not seen her. The girl pressed her way forward. ‘ Alan!” she cried eagerly. “Alan # * THERE was no sign of recognition on Alan Crosby’s face. He came down the gangplank slowly. His gray topcoat was tasteful,, inconspicuous. The gray felt hat lowered over his eyes had the faintest touch of the picturesqueness in its tilt. Crosby stood half ahead above his neighbors. His features were

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i clear-cut, pleasing, and there was an J air of distinction about the young man. „ He had dark eyes and fair skin. His eyes roved the crowd at the ! foot of the gangplank. “Alan!” Gypsy cried again. He heard her/ A smile lighted his face and he hurried toward the girl. G<t>sy ran to meet him, flung her- ! self into his arms. “Oh, Alan—l'm so glad you're back! I’m so glad that you’ve come at last!” She was clingirig to him. Alan’s face became a misty vision. Gypsy winked back the tears. She pressed her cheek against Alan's coat and felt the rough, woolly fabric. Slowly, breathlessly, she lifted her head. And then—‘Gypsy!” Crosby'S voice came cheerfully, heartily. “This is a surprise—l didn’t expect to see you here! Say, you’re looking great!” “So are you, Alan!” The girl’s face was radiant. A slight hesitation, then Alan’s kiss landed somewhere between Gypsy’s right ear and forehead. “Why, you haven’t changed at all!” he grinned. “Same turned-up-nosc. Same crop of freckles! No, sir, haven't changed a bit” He held her off at arm’s length and gazed down at her. Gypsy loved his teasing. She knew she hadn't a turned-up nose, though Alan always had said so. She didn’t mind the freckles, which once they had quarreled over. “Alan—are you really glad to see me?" “Why, of course I am. Os course, dear! Gosh, but it's good to be home and know I’m going to stay a while. Say—maybe I’d better have a look at what’s happened to my bags—” She had to take rapid, short steps to keep up with him. The panorama of noise and confusion, opened luggage, chattering impatient travelers and unhurried inspectors became glamorous now that Crosby was by her side. “Oh, look, Alan! Look at that woman over there with the funny little monkeys!” tt n u CROSBY followed her glance, nodded. He was searching for a well-worn trunk and traveling bag. “There’s a man from India. The one with his head all wrapped up in a turban. Did you meet him, Alan? He looks as though he might be a prince. Or a sultan maybe! No, that’s wrong—they’re in Turkey. aren’t they? “Oh, it must be thrilling to cross the ocean on ,a boat. You’ve got to tell me all about it, Alan. And oh, there are a thousand things I want to talk to you about! I don’t know where to start —” Gypsy stopped, aware that the young man .was not listening. He had turned and Gypsy’s eyes widened as she followed his lance. Alan was looking far down the pier. A woman stood there. She was dressed in sleek, rich black and her shoulders were wrapped in a luxurious fur scarf. Even Gypsy knew that the costume, the tiny black hat were Parisian. The woman was smiling. She turned so that for an instant Gypsy could see her clearly. There was a fleeting impression of pale skin and red gold hair. A perfect nose and exotic lips. For the barest moment the woman faced them. Then she raised one gloved hand, waved and disappeared. “Why—why who—why, Alan !” Gypsy stopped, stared up at Crosby. She noted the answering smile with w'hich he received the signal. This was no stranger; this lovely creature was someone Alan knew. Fear, gripping and terrifying fastened itself about Gypsy McBride's heart. “You—you know her?” she asked tremulously. Crosby’s brow lifted. “Know who? What are you talking about?” “The woman in black—the one who waved? She’s beautiful!” The young man was casual, too casual, a person of more experience might have said. He laughed easily. “You’re seeing things, Gypsy. There arc a dozen women around here wearing black. None of them very beautiful, though to my mind. I don’t know which one you mean!” The chill about Gypsy’s heart half melted. Then it congealed again. “I mean the beautiful woman who just went away,” she said. “She was standing there. Wearing furs

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and a little black hat. She waved to you, Alan.” Now it was Alan who seemed confused, though he tried elaborately to hide it. “Oh, you must mean Mrs. Langley,” he said carelessly. “At least, It sounds like her. Funny—l didn’t see her wave. Just a passenger I met on shipboard. Sorry I didn't 'get around to say goodby. Shell ! think me rude.” Another day Gypsy might have doubted. Today she so wanted to believe the explanation. “Don’t worry! She’ll understand. Maybe I just imagined she was waving at you. I’ve been so excited today it wouldn’t s>e a wonder!” It was twenty minutes before she and Alan had reached the street and another ten before they were in a taxicab. “Where to, Gypsy?” “Same old place—Mrs. O'Hare’s. You’re invited to lunch. Oh, you must come!” she went on as Crosby seemed to hesitate. “You must, Alan! She’s expecting you.” He gave the driver the address and settled back. “Well, that’s darned nice, but you see—! ’ Gypsy silenced him. '“Not another word,” she declared. “It’s settled. Why, I’d lose my happy home if I failed to bring you. You just ought to hear the way Mrs. O’Hare talks about you. Honestly, she calls you a genius!” Crosby grinned. He covered Gypsy’s hand with his own. “I’ll make her my press agent,” he said. “All right, I’ll come! And now how about you, Gypsy? Tell me all about yourself!” “But there’s nothing to tell! I want to hear about you.” They laughed like youngsters. Partly it was excitement and partly embarrassment. After nearly two years of separation they were finding, as have so many others, that the really important subjects were elusive. They talked of inconsequential things—the day, which was sunshiny for late February, traffic, the tower of anew skyscraper, a chewing gum advertisement glarmg down from the heavens. Crosby was enthusiastic about everything. “You are glad to be back, aren’t you?” Gypsy sighed happily. “Bright girl! So you’ve noticed it?” She didn't mind his laughing at her. Anyhow, Alan was always teasing. “And you're really glad to see me?” “Os course I am. You're a sweet kid, Gypsy. Coming all the way to the boat to meet me!” “You—you don’t think I’ve changed, do you, Alan?” ‘Madam, you don’t look a day over 40! I give you my word for it you don't look a day older.” She chose another subject. “Tell me about the trip. Tell me about that woman—what was her name?—the one you said you talked to on the boat.” “Oh, nothing very exciting about the trip. We had -a little rough weather the second day. There were Ibts of nice people on board.” “Yes, but I mean the one who was so beautiful! You know. Mrs.—l can’t remember what you called her.” “Oh, I guess you mean Mrs. Langley. She’s just an American woman who happened to be coming home from Paris. We sat at the same table.” “Must be rich, isn’t she?” “Oh, I don’t know.” “Where’s her husband?” “Say—you seem to be unsually Interested! She hasn’t any husband. She’s divorced. That’s all I know about her. Is that enough?” n tt tt HE was annoyed. Not for the world would Gypsy have had that happen. She sat very still, lashes lowered. Then she heard his voice. “Nor I’ve hurt your feelings! I’m ..orry. Forget it, will you, Gypsy?” “But there’s nothing to forget! Everything’s all right—really!” (To Be Continued)

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