Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 267, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 March 1931 — Page 10

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BEGIN HERE TODAY GYPSY McBRIDE. 19-vear-oM typist In a New York office. Is miserable and Innelv mhen ahr finds that ALAN CROSBY. lust returned from a year and a naif In Paris studying art. no longer cares for her. Crosby is infatuated with MRS. LANGLEY. wealthy divorcee, who considers herself a Datron of art. Gvpsv becomes disgusted with her lob and when she is criticized for carelessness Impulsively resigns. She accepts an invitation from her wealthy rousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE, to take the place of another guest at a formal dinner. The party is a bore. She leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears a noise in the next room and opens the door to see a man Climbin* ir: tire window. He is JAMES WALLACE. guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered bv the fire escape to avoid the dinner party guests. Wallace tells Ovosv he has Just been Jilted bv hts fiance. Sbe admits she has had the same experience. To spite the girl he cares for Wallace asks Gypsy to ntarrv him. Bhe first refuses but later accents. They are married next morning and board the train for Forest City. .NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN Gypsy laid aside the magazine. She began to wish that Wallace would return. Soon she was staring at the vanishing landscape. It must have been twenty minutes before she heard Jim’s voice and looked up. He was beside her and just behind him was the young man in gray. Jim was smiling. “Gypsy.” he said, “I’ve run on to an old friend. Frank Gibson. He’s one of our neighbors in Forest City. Gib—this is my wife.” "How do you do?” Gibson took the girl's hand. “I certainly am glad to know you, Mrs. Wallace,” he said. His tone and the way in which he said them made the words seem a compliment. Gypsy's cheeks colored. “It’s nice to meet someone from Forest City,” she told him. "I’m going to be a complete stranger there, you know.” “Not for long. I’m sure of that!” Wallace had dropped into his chair across the aisle. The seat in front of Gypsy was vacant. Gibson turned this about and sat down, facing the girl. “Quite a surprise to hear that Jim was married,” he told her. “Not, however, since seeing the bride!” Gibson was as tall as Jim and slim. His features were regular. He had dark hair and gray eyes and above his lip there was a closeclipped black mustache. There was a slight similarity about hio face to some movie actor, Gypsy told herself, but she could not remember which one. The yoimg man remained with them until the brakeman appeared, calling out “Forest City!” Most of the time Gibson talked to Gypsy. Occasionally Wallace put in a word. As the train slowed before pulling into the station, Gibson said good-by and left to get his baggage. Gypsy was tugging at her hat. Jim had his coat on and the porter was brushing it. Suddenly the train stopped. "This way out,” came the conductor's voice. "This way out!” They stepped down to the platform. Wallace caught Gypsy’s arm. "Over this w'ay,‘ he said. "We’ll get ahead of the rush.” Gypsy took a quick glance around her. but before the confused picture took organized form, she had been whisked into a cab. She heard Jim give the address and they started down the street. A moment later his voice startled her. “Do you think,” Jim Wallace was saying in a cool, restrained tone, "it was necessary to make a spectacle of yourself flirting with Frank Gibson?” # n a YPSY was too surprised to be J angry. “Surely you can’t think —!” she began. “I’m not thinking,” Wallace cut In. “I’m talking about what I saw. Other people saw it too. “Didn’t you notice how that couple across the aisle were watching you? This fellow Gibson Isn’t the sort for you to have anything to do with!” "But—why we were only talking! I don’t , see how there could be any harm in that. You introduced him t,o. me. I supposed you were friends!” "Well, were not. I introduced him because I couldn’t get out of it. Listen, Gypsy, every one in Forest City knows Gibson was the unnamed co-respondent in Wes Babcock’s divorce. It’s been the scandal of the town. Our firm handled the case for Babcock. Now r don’t you see how it looks to have my wife seen with Gibson, laughing and talking like old friends?” "I still don’t see how I could have known that” the girl said warmly. “I suppose you wanted me to be friendly—” Wallace put his hand on her arm. *‘Oh, I didn’t mean to blame you,”

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he said. His tone was apologetic. "I know it wasn’t your fault. "Only—well, I happen to have a particular dislike for that fellow. And all the time I was trying to get rid of him you smiled and encouraged him to stay.” Before she could interrupt Wallace hurried on. "I didn’t mean that the way it sounds,” he said. "I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have said what I did. Does that make it all right?” “It—doesn’t matter,” Gypsy answered slowly. They rode on in silence. Wallace was aware of the strained atmosphere, but he had apologized. Manlike, he felt he had done his duty. After a few moments he stole a side-wise glance at the girl. She was looking out the window. The section they were passing through was brightly lighted. It was part of the business district. “That’s the city hall at the right,” he volunteered. "First National bank next to it.” Gypsy made an effort to throw off the depression that had engulfed her. “Where is your office?” she asked. "Over about two blocks west. You can’t see it from here. I’ll take you down there some day. It’s the same office Mark Harrison’s been practicing in for forty years.” n u tt PRESENTLY he said, “Well, you’ve seen the town. What do you think of it?” Twilight had set in and the street lights had just been illuminated. Their glitter against the grayness produced a blurred background. Gypsy saw buildings lower than those she was accustomed to, street cars, the same familiar traffic. Forest City looked like a drab, Long Island suburb. “I like, it,” Gypsy said, trying to seem enthusiastic. “I’m sure I’ll like it.” “In a couple of months it will look a lot different,” Wallace told her. “We’ve got some parks. Lots of trees. “Os course, downtow'n is about like any other place the same size. Our house is out on the west side.” From the way he spoke Gypsy knew the west part of Forest City was “the side.” “live minutes more and we’ll be home,” he added. They were riding through darker streets now’. Perhaps Wallace realized the girl’s sudden panic. His hand closed over Gypsy's. She did not look up, but her fingers pressed close to his. Neither spoke until the cab stopped. “Here we are!” Wallace said. He was out of the car and helping Gypsy out. The driver followed them up the walk, carrying the bags. Before her Gypsy saw a large square frame house. It was set back from the walk and the lawn was bordered with shrubbery. There was a brick walk leading up to the porch which was lighted. Shades were, pulled at the lower windows, but from behind the blinds glowed fringes of yellow radiance. “Just put the bags down here,” Wallace told the taxi driver, pointing to the porch. He drew a bill from his pocket and gave it to the man. “Well, Gypsy,” he said gaily, turning toward the girl, “We’re home!” Before he could reach the door it swung open. The figure of a tall, slim, middle-aged woman was silhouetted against the light. “Jim!” she cried. “Oh, Jim—l’m so glad—” Laughing, he put his arms around her, kissed her cheek. “We’re glad to be here too,” Wallace said, “but weren’t you surprised? Here she is, Aunt Ellen. Gypsy, this is my aunt!” The girl stepped from the shadowy. She was smiling, half-timidly. Gypsy put out one hand. “How do you do,” she said. “I hope you’re going to like me.” “But—why, Jim!” The exclamation was hysterical. Gypsy stepped back. “Jim!” Ellen Wallace cried, “Who is this woman?” “This is my wife, Aunt Ellen. I thought you were expecting us. Didn’t you get my wire? I sent it before we left New York.” n tt tt WALLACE turned toward the girl. “Come in, Gypsy,” he said. “It seems they didn’t know we were coming ” He pushed her before him into the house. Gypsy could feel the older woman’s eyes riveted on her. “Your wife?” Ellen Wallace re-

peated, “Jim, you don’t mean that. You can’t. Why, yes, the telegram came.” She fumbled In the pocket of her dress. “Look—here it is. It says ‘arrive with bride.’” Once more her peering eye# studied Gypsy. “I thought ” the woman went on. “I thought of course it was Marcia !” She looked as though she might faint. Gypsy, terrified, waited for Wallace to speak. All that he did was to turn and close the door. When he spoke again his voice was quiet. “I see how the misunderstanding happened,” he said. “Sorry, Marcia—well, we can talk about her later. Don’t you think, Aunt Ellen, you might give my wife a more cordial welcome?” Miss Wallace seemed to stiffen. She had gray hair and the same bright blue eyes as Jim. Her hair was drawn back and pinned in a high knot on top of her head in a style popular in the nineties. She wore a dress of stiff gray silk with white lace at the throat. Suddenly the woman raised a handkerchief to her eyes. “I can’t believe it,” she sobbed brokenly, “I can’t believe it!” It was a trying moment Wallace moved toward his aunt, stopped and turned to Gypsy. “Here, let me take your coat,” he said. ‘Mustn’t keep you standing. Come on in here ” The girl interrupted. “Never mind about he,” she said. “You’d better do something for your aunt.” Miss Wallace apparently was making an effort to meet the situation. She stuffed the handkerchief into her pocket and came toward Gypsy. “How do you do,” she said. “I can’t pretend I’m glad to see you. I’ve never in my life had such a shock. “It was bt.d enough for Jim to get married away from home and not let any one know about it. Jim’s like my own son, I’ve taken care of him for so long. I—Well, now that it’s happened I hope you’ll make him a good wife!” Gypsy offered her hand and Miss Wallace took it. "I hope I do, too,” the girl answered. There was no relenting warmth in Ellen Wallace's blue eyes. What she would have said next is uncertain because at that moment there came flying into the room a joyously barking, bouncing bundle of black and white dog fur. It leaped up against Jim Wallace, fell back and leaped again. The sharp, short yelps were ecstatic. Instantly Jim was down on his knees. “Well, Pat, old boy,” he grinned, “are you glad to see me? Are you?” The fox terrier barked an answer that was unquestionable. He tried to lick the young man’s face. Wallace beamed like a 10-year-old. "That's the boy, Pat,” he exclaimed. roughing the terrier’s ears the wrong way. He pushed the dog away from him. It was a game Pat evidently had played often. tt tt tt “/"VH!” Gypsy cried, “He’s darling. Why-didn’t you tell me you had a dog? Will he let me touch him?” Wallace was on his feet now. “Os course. Won’t you, Pat? Look, who’s here!” He pointed toward Gypsy. “She’s going to live here now. You’re to take good care of her. Understand?” The terrier's bit of tail was wagging furiously. Coming closer to Gypsy the dog paused, looking up at her. The bright, sober eyes stared into the girl’s and the black ears curved knowingly. Gypsy said, “I believe he understands every word you say.” “Sure! He understands everything. I’ve had Pat since he was two months old. Getting along now. He’s almost nine.” (To Be Continifed)

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