Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 262, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 March 1931 — Page 28

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BEGIN’ HEBE TODAY McBRIDE. 19-vear-old. meets the boat on which ALAN CROSBY re‘I orr } a i* ar an<l a half studying ?£ in Pane. They are not engaged, but !{* re been aa ‘understanding” be’■ween tnexn. „iH. VD ~.v sees * beautiful woman on the ?bom Crosbv identifies as MRS. LANGLEY, a ship s acquaintance. Two nights later he breaks an engagement with Gypsy on a plea of business .>he goes to the theater alone and encourners him with Mrs. Langlev. Ther' is a scene. Mrs. Langlev. who is 34 ana a divorcee, drives awav alone. Gypsy and Crosby go home in a cab, quarreling all the wav. Next day Gvosv is miserable. She hurries home from the office determined to apologise to Crosby. In the interview following he makes it plain his affection for Gypsy is ended. Next day Gvpsv Is reprimanded for some careless work In a promotion test, and in a petulant mood resigns. She accents an Invitation from her wealthv cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE, to take the place of a dinner guest who cannot appear. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINE PHIL TROWBRIDGE stood with his back toward them as Anne and Gypsy entered the living room. He was offering a cocktail to a pretty girl whose blond curls and frothy white lace gown made her resemble a figure on a French miniature. The girl was smiling. A look passed between the’-’ and Trowbridge turned. Across the room an elderly man with gray hair was in conversation with a woman in black. A fat, youngish man with a small mustache stood beside them. Anne went forward. “Mrs. Lucas.” 6he said in the tone of voice reeerved for such occasions, “I want to present my cousin, Miss Mcßride. Gypsy—Mrs. Lucas.” That was the beginning of the introductions. There was a succession of them, including so many names and faces that all were a confused jumble to Gypsy. Other guests arrived immediately. She discovered the man with the gray hair was Mr. Montgomery and the pretty little blond was his wife. She noted Mrs. Montgomery paid scant attention to her husband and generally there were at least two men beside her. Trowbridge stopped to compliment Gypsy. “Say, girl, what have you been doing to yourself? I thought you were Greta Garbo when you came in!” “What have you been doing to your sight?” Gypsy retorted. “Don’t you know a blond from a brunet?” “Minor detail—inconsequential! ” he told her. “Anyhow, you’re a knockout.” Gypsy smiled. She knew Phil was trying to be kind and she was grateful. It was pleasant to know that she looked well. Anne came for her and there were more introductions. Gypsy shook hands, smiled the mechanical smile she rapidly was acquiring, and then found herself beside Mrs. Lucas, the woman in black. “Are you stopping with Mrs. Trowbridge?” the older woman asked. “No—l live in New York.” “Oh, do you? Anne must bring you to tea some time. You’re very like each other, aren’t you? I’d almost say you were sisters!” Gypsy was relieved. The conversation took a welcome turn toward a musical event of the last week. Gypsy knew nothing about it, but she could nod and smile at the proper intervals. That was what the others did. She had been so afraid Mrs. Lucas was going tc ask her address. Wouldn’t it sound well to Anne’s wealthy friends! The maid entered with more cocktails. AH the guests had arrived. Dinner was announced. tt tt tt OU’RE to go in with Horace X Page,” Anne had told Gypsy. Page had been one of the last to arrive and at one glance Gypsy resigned herself to a dull evening. He was the type cf midle-aged bachelor frequently encountered at dinner parties given by such hostesses as Anne Trowbridge. Slim, but not tall, Horace Page wore rimmed spectacles attached to n gold chain. His eyes, behind the lenses, were vaguely gray. He had sharp features, pink cheeks, and thinning hair. They went into the elaborately appointed dining room. Gypsy never had seen anything so elegant as the long table with its covering of heavy lace, the brilliant sheen of ruby crystal, gleaming silver, and Eoft candlelight. Anne at the far end of the room was looking charming. The flame of her gown reflected on her cheeks. It was a proud moment for the hostess. The dinner party was one of the most ambitious entertainments young Mrs. Trowbridge had undertaken. The guest list represented

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weeks of cultivation and tireless effort. That was why Gypsy’s arrival to take the place of the injured Miss Lane was so important. Anne Trow- ! bridge, for all her frivolity, took I one subject seriously. She was j striving with tact, diligence, and a ! surprising amount of insight for the social position to which she aspired. It was her wifely duty thus to aid Phil (so she told him) by entertaining the right people. It also was a form of competition which held feverish attraction for Anne. Tonight marked a triumph. Seated at Phil’s right at the opposite end of the table was Mrs. Charles Littleton Fox—THE Mrs. Fox, whose name was so well known in social columns and whose picture never appeared even in the most conservative of journals. Mrs. Fox’s presence at the Trowbridges’ dinner distinctly was a social triumph. Charles Fox sat beside Anne. He : made no pretense of the fact that | horses and race track gossip were the only things which interested him. If there was no one about to discuss the Whitney 2-year-old’s showing in the south or to make predictions about the Preakness, Charlie Fox subsided into grumpy silence. He was silent now, but not grumpy—a concession owing to the fact that his hostess was so young and pretty. Two of Phil Trowbridge’s business associates were included in the group. One of these was the grayj haired Montgomery with his young J wife. j There was a Miss Matthews and ! her brother, both middle-aged, who had been friends of Anne’s mother. I They had Social Register rating—- ; and little money. They had been extremely useful to Anne. tt tt a MOST of the others were recent acquaintances of the Trowbridges. Gypsy supposed they must have prominence of wealth—probably both. All of them impressed the girl as being tiresome and uninteresting. Anne was the prettiest woman in the room,, Gypsy reflected. Some of course might prefer the blond Mrs. | Montgomery, who wore four bracelets, mostly diamonds, and a diamond pendant, but tittered constantly in a high, childish voice. Gypsy had taken a dislike to Mrs. : Montgomery. Now a butler was bringing the soup. There never had been a butler in the Trowbridge household before. Anne clearly was out-doing herself! Horace Page was asking if Gypsy had seen the latest Guild play. It was on the tip of the girl’s tongue to reply truthfully that she had tried to get tickets, but no balcony seats were available. Instead, she : said she had not gotten around | to it. “They’ve hit the wrong tempo,” ! Page told her. “Altogether the ! wrong tempo!” Tempo? Gypsy had supposed they j were talking about a play. “Os course the symbolism is dom- ; inant,” the man continued, “and it’s impressive. Oriental thing, you know. Very colorful. But there’s no excuse really for misplacing the tempo. One doesn't expect that of the guild. Gypsy thought she must have misunderstood. “It’s the new play Lynn Fontanne’s in, you mean, isn’t it?” she asked. Page nodded, bringing the bald spot into prominence. “Over-rated actress,” he said briskly. There followed a ten-minute j monolog on what was cwrng with j Miss Fontanne’s dramatic por--1 trayals. i Horace Page advanced the in- ; formation that he was of a Little Theater group. He deplored the commercial theater and the public's failure to appreciate true art. “But we’re reaching them!” Page declared with feeling. “We’re reaching them!” Why, Gypsy asked herself, had she ever given up the peace and quiet of her room? This was a hundred times worse. She moved restlessly, tried again to fasten her attention on what Page was saying. Down at the end of the table she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Fox. Her aristocratic chin was elevated, but her table manners, the girl thought, j might have been improved. Poor ! Phil, striving to entertain the guest j of honor, looked hard-pressed. ! All around the table were women

wearing expensive gowns and lavish jewelry. The names of the men represented social position and wealth. Gypsy studied their faces and decided she never had seen so dismal a group. tt tt tt AN evening of gaiety! She had, come out because she wanted I to forget, and every moment was' making her more miserable. How long must this ordeal last? Now Page had progressed from theater to art. Something was wrong with art as well as the theater. When he paused, the girl murmured inaudibly. Try as she would she could not keep Alan Crosby’s face from appearing before her. “I won’t think about him!" Gypsy told herself firmly. “I won’t!” Yet in spite of herself the vision returned. She saw Alan smiling,! Alan tossing his hair back with that familiar shake of the head. Would this abominable dinner never end? It seemed hours before the cheese and wafers came. And at last—heaven be praised!—Anne Trowbridge was rising from her chair. The guests straggled into the living room. Coffee was served by the meticulous butler and then the bridge tables appeared. ‘But Anne!” Gypsy protested. “You know I don’t play!” ‘ I‘know, dear. Neither will I. It’s going to make three even tables.” In the confusion of selecting partners and getting seated at the bridge tables, Gypsy slipped from the room. She made her way to Anne’s bedroom. She would leave a note and i escape. j With one hand on the door of the room, the girl hesitated. What was that noise across the hall? She heard it a second time. It was a scraping sound and it came from behind the door at the left. Gypsy hesitated. Slowly she pushed the door open, switched on the light. Facing her, in the half-opened window, she saw a man. (To Be Continued.) LAKE SHORE LINE MOVED BY GALE Freak Story Reveals Fury Storm of 76. SUPERIOR, Wis., March 13— Among the many fantastic narratives of northern Wisconsin is one said to be based on facts which reveals how a terrific northeastern gale blew part of Minnesota into Wisconsin. The story was found among the reco’ds of John Bardon, early Superior settler, and the phenomenon is supposed to have taken place | in 1876. Warm winds melted a heavy layer of snow on Superior bay until a i sudden cold snap froze the surface ! smooth as glass. With the cold | came a northeaster that raged for I three days. A ‘sand mound overlooked tree tops on Minnesota Point. It was directly in the gale’s path. Gradually the wind dug into the mound and loosened the frozen sand. With continued fury the wind blew sand across the glassy bay. Each day the wind tore up more of the mound and whipped it towards Wisconsin. When the storm subsided residents of Oltown, Superior, were amazed to see a barrier of sand in place of a vast swamp which had originally been there.

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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