Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 268, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 March 1931 — Page 28

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MAD MARRIAGE! b 7 LAURA LOU B3OOKMAN Author of HEART tIUNGRY'etc.

_ Brr.fX HEBE TODAY GYPSY McBRIDE. 19-year-old typist Di a New York office is miserable and Wisely v hen she finds that ALAN CROSBY. lust returned from a year and a naL in Paris studvina art. no longer cares for her. . Crosby Is Infatuated with MRS. LANGLEY wealthy divorcee, who considers herself a natron of art. Gvnsv becomes disgusted" with her lob and. when she is criticized for carelessness, impulsively resigns. • She accepts an invitation from her v eaiihy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE, to take the nlaoe of another guest at a formal dinner. The party is a bore. She leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears a nqjse in the next room and opens the door to see a man cllmbin in th* window. He is JAMES WALLACE. guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered by the fire escape to avoid the dinner party guests. Wallace tells Gvpsv he lust has been lilted bv hu fiancee. She Admits she has had the same experience. To spite the girl he cares for Wallace asks Gvpsv to marrv him. She first refuses, +>ut later accepts. Thv are married next morning and take the train for Forest City, arriving In the evening. . At Jim’s home they are greeted bv his aunt. MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who has kept house for him for veers. She Is shocked when she learns the bride is not MARCIA LORINO, . NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN The terrier had co— - closer. Gypsy knelt to stroke his head and Pat licked her hand. “You're going to be friends," Jim announced. “That settles it. Pat’s adopted **3U.” Gypsy put both arms around the dog. His coat was soft and warm and his little body wiggled amiably. “I like you, Pat,” she said in a low voice. “I like you lots.” Miss Walace's voice broke in impatiently. "Send the dog out to the kitchen, won’t you, Jim? We have things a good deal more important to discuss now than that animal.” Gypsy’s smile faded as she arose. There was a note in the other womnan’s voice that was ominous. Instinctively, Gypsy moved toward Ofim. ” He signaled to Pat and the dog, with a lingering backward glance or tv/o, trotted from the room. „ “Just what did you want to discuss?" Wallace asked. There was resentment in his voice. “Personally, I’d like to get cleaned up and go into discussion with a juicy piece of beefsteak. We’ve had a long trip, Aunt Ellen. Don’t you think there’ll be a better time-: —” ; “ There’s no reason to put off what I want to know—unless you’re ashamed to tell me,” his aunt insisted crisply. “What's this young woman’s name? Who is she? You haven’t told me anything about her yet." " Gypsy knew Jim was embarrassed and that he was trying to aide it. “That’s so,” he said, “guess I did forget. Aunt Ellen, this is Gypsy. Util this morning she w’as Gypsy Mcßride.” _ “Gypsy? Is that what you said— Gypsy?” * “That’# what I said. Gypsy McBride. You've heard me speak of J>hii Trowbridge. Gypsy and Phil’s wife are cousins. It was at their •house we met.” ; “It’s a heaten name!” Ellen Wallace spoke as though the very words were contaminating. T “And what abput Marcia, I’d like Jo know ” - There must be some means of escape! Gypsy glanced about the room. “Jim,’ ’she said, “isn’t there -somewhere I can go while you and your aunt—talk things over?” " “Os course. Upstairs—the room ft the head of the flight. Wait—l’ll *how you.” ■. He led her up the stairs to the old-fashioned bedroom. An hour later from the depths of the rocker Svhere she was sitting, Gypsy heard 3 knock. ft ft a

T'HERE was a second knock (before she reached the door. - Who is it?” Gypsy called. : Jim's face appeared in the narrow openin. “May I come in?” "Os course.” . He entered, closing the door behind him. “Things haven’t turned jout —exactly the way I planned,” he 'began. “I’m sorry. * “Hate like the devil to get you Into such a mess. But it’s going to •be all right now. I mean about .Aunt Ellen. She wasn’t herself jvhen you saw her. Shock upset per. *• “Naturally, I didn’t tell her—well, exactly how we met. She thinks known you quite a while. That’s begt, don’t you think so?” Gypsy had been watching him. Palor made her eyes look larger. “Much better,” she agreed. “I was ’wondering how you accounted for •me.” : Wallace waved the matter aside. **Oh, I just said you were Anne Trowbridge’s cousin, and I met you at a party at their apartment. That’s true, you know! But that doesn’t matter—-you’re starved.

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aren’t you? I came up to tell you dinner is ready.” “All I want is something hot to drink,” Gypsy said. “Listen, you don’t know what a wonderful cook Harriet is! She’s got a big dinner ready and she’s waiting for us to come down.” The girl hesitated. “Please come,” Jim urged. He spoke so earnestly that she was persuaded against her better judgment. “All right,” she said. “Give me five minutes.” Wallace turned to go. “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he told her. • There was a bath adjoining the room. It was spacious and finished in white tile. Nothing modernistic, no pastel-hued plumbing fixtures in this house, Gypsy assured herself, thinking of the grim Aunt Ellen. “She loathes me,” the girl thought. “She loathes me and she’s never going to get over it.” Quickly she splashed cold water on her face. Nothing in the world would have been so inviting to Gypsy at that moment as a warm leisurely bath, but it was out of the question. The cold water was refreshing. Gypsy powdered and fluffed her hair at the sides with a comb. Her white blouse was smudged with train smoke. She brushed it, but that only made the smudge darker. Well—she had done her best to look presentable

ft it ft JIM heard her coming and appeared at the foot of the stairway. “The dining room’s through here,” he said. He led her into the long living room, where a cheery fire burned on the hearth, across a hallway and into a rpom where tall cc lies cast their yellow glow over a table set for three. Ellen Wallace, prim and severe, waited beside a chair at the head of the table. “You’re to sit here,” Jim told the girl, drawnig back the chair at the right. Gypsy sat down; Jim seated his aunt, then took his place a the opposite end of the table. There was a centerpiece of red roses. They were so high Gypsy scarcely could see over them, but she murmured something appreciative about the flowers. The linen was glistening and snowy, and the silver a heavy, oldfashioned pattern. More of the ancestral splendor of the Wallaces, the girl thought resentfully. Miss Wallace touched a bell and immediately a servant appeared with the soup. The hostess broke her silence to ask if Gypsy cared for more seasoning. The girl said she did not. The soup might have been excellent an hour before. Now it was flat with the distinct taste of warming -over. Wallace began talking of Forest City’s new airport. There was to be a reception for a distinguished flier there next week. He had read plans for the occasion in the evening newspaper. He talked glibly, most of the time addressing Gypsy, but occasionally turning toward his aunt. Poor fellow! Jim had the set look of a man determined to be cheerful at all costs. Gypsy, who had been brooding over her own misfortunes, sudenly felt a sweep of sympathy fer him. He was having a hard time and trying to make tile best of it. “It’s not all his fault either,” honesty forced the girl to admit. “I’m as much to blame for this nightmare as he is!” In spite of Jim’s efforts the dinner was dismal. Harriet (she had not only cooked the food, but was serving it) had done what she could to repair the damage of delay but the biscuits were cold. The souffle, so delicately flavored, was a soggy mass and the salad was soaked with dressing. The coffee must have been freshly made. It was delicious. For a time Aunt Ellen sat in dour silence, but presently she began to question Gypsy. Her intentions were only too obvious. “I’m afraid Forest City may seem quiet to you after New York,” she suggested. “I suppose you’re used to parties almost every night?” “Hardly that often,” Gypsy answered. “But Jim tells me these relatives of yours—what’s their name?— Trowbridge—do a great deal of entertaining. “I’ve read about the wild carry-ings-on in what passes for society nowadays. Society—humph! What Is your religious faith?”

“T —why—l used to go to the Pres--1 byterian church—” Gypsy floundered, color surging to her cheeks. “The Wallaces are En ; --'Dalian,” the older woman informed her, “and we’re regular in attendance. Our pastor is a splendid man—the Rev. Mr. Brooks. His messages are always inspiring.” Gypsy would have liked to reply that when you pound a typewriter six days a week until your shoulders ache it is —isier to talk about “inspiring messages” than to arise and go to church on the one morning it’s possible to sleep. She didn’t say it. Gypsy recalled in time that Jim probably had concealed the fact of her three years in the MacNamara office. There was a lull and Jim tried j to turn his aunt’s attention to an- ; other subject. The effort was use- i less. “I understand your name was Mcßride,’’ Ellen Wallace persisted, j “Sounds Irish. Was your father a professional man?” “See here, Aunt Ellen,” Jim interrupted, “Gypsy’s tired. She can tell you all that some other day—” “I don’t mind,'’ the girl assured him. “I like to talk about my father. “Yes, I guess he was what you’d call a ‘professional man.’ He worked on a newspaper.” Miss Wallace frowned. “An editor?” she asked. “No, he vasn’t exactly editor. He worked on big New York newspapers. Different ones. He wrote headlines and corrected mistakes and he knew everything in the world. He was wonderful. We were always together—up until three years ago.” She turned her head away. They had finished the coffee and Wallace seized the opportunity to suggest returning to the living room. His aunt arose, regretfully. “Let me show you the house,” Jim suggested to Gypsy. “You’d like to know your way about, wouldn’t you?” She said she would. The Wallace residence was a rambling structure that had been added to as demands arose.

Originally the building had been square. The old part, built by Grandfather Wallace, included the living room, which was fully thirty feet long and half as wide. Its furnishings were too dark, Gypsy thought, and too massive, but the room had a “lived-in” quality that was pleasing and the fireplace was cheerful. Off this room was the hall with its circular stairway. To the left was the library lined with book j shelves and at the far end was Jim’s desk. Back of this was a small space known as the “sewing room” and beyond were the kitchen and pantry. There was a porch off the dining room screened and used as a summer sitting room. Upstairs there were five bedrooms. “The room you were in,” Jim said, “was my mother’s. Aunt Ellen’s kept it as a guest room. Mine’s on the same side of the hall. Aunt Ellen has the back room because it’s quieter.” Quieter? The whole house seemed to Gypsy to be as quiet as a tomb. “Where’s Pat?” she asked suddenly. “Where does he sleep?” Jim laughed. “Oh, he has a bed in the cellar. That dog likes you all. right. It’s unusual for him to make up with a stranger so quickly. Never saw him do it before!” o a tt THEY were alone in the living room. Gypsy dropped down on the davenport which faced the fireplace. Lashing tongues of gold and crimson flame leaped from the logs in a mad dance. (To Be Continued)

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