Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 269, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 March 1931 — Page 5

MARCH 21, 1931_

WAD MARRIAGE-11 1 b 'j LAURA LOUBROOKMAN Author of HEART tIUNGRY’etc.

BEGIN lERE TODAY GYPBr M'BRiDE. 19-year-ola typist In a New York office, is miserable and K- ely r.hen she finds that ALAN CROSBY. Just returned from a year and a half in Paris studying art, no ionger cares for her. Crosby is Infatuated with MRS. LANGLEY, wealthy divorcee, who considers herself a patron of art. Oypsy , becomes disgusted with her Job and when she is criticised for carelessness Impulsively resigns. She accepts an invitation from her wealthy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE, to tage the place of another guest at a formal dinner. The pa.ty 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 ‘ the wlnd ° w He is JAMES *'-'sJ'“ACE. guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered by the Arc escape to avoid the dinner party guests tt!^H U K C ® I!s „°yPV he lust has been t*!V 6d . b > h |s fiancee. She admits she hjaf had the same experience. To spite .he girl he cares for Wallace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first refuses nut ialer accepts. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN There was no other light except a lamp at the far end of the room. The giow of the hearth fell upon the girl’s face, turning her skin to warm ivory. Her eyes, shadowed by the r long lashes, became luminous. Wallace looked down at her. GvDsr." ho £*id. “this room suits you, do you know that? You’ve had a hard day—a rotten day, and you’re looking prettier than I ever saw you.’’ Ho sank beside her, leaning back fi ‘ti -. i-ife cushioned sss.t. Nv>v. IZZ time to tell him, Gypsy knew. Now was the time to ■'.h h.in what .she had been thinking during that long hour of waitin'. upstairs. ‘ here was only one thing to do—aoa.iuon this reckless bargain. They ' ould never go through with it. Jim ’•* a u lawyer and should know how ’ a manage such things. She would go away. Anywhere. What did she c are ? was going to be hard thougn. ,C; p:y lamed and found herself fc/j.ng directly into Wallace’s clear blue eyes. want you to know,” he was ‘■ vug very earnestly, “that I think yo, re the squarest girl I've ever , W.. You've been great about this tiling. I—well, I just want you to know that I appreciate it.” "Why, Jim—” I'm not good at saying things hk< this,” Wallace went on, “but Gypsy—you’re a brick.” ihe girl’s vision took on blurred u Tines. For an instant his eyes hesd hers. Then she looked down av the floor. Over and over she • • '-‘died the patern of the rug. It must have been several minutes before she spoke. Then. Gypsy said, “Do you mind if I go upstairs now? I knuw it isn’t late, but I do feel tired. Please say good night to your aunt for me.” Wallace nodded. “Didn't mean to wear you out,” he said. “I’ll tell her.” Gypsjr' smiled at him over her shoulder. He still was there, starte ' at the Are when she entered the hallway. She found her suitcase in the room upstairs. Gypsy opened it, took out the dresses and hung them away. Then she slipped out of her clothes, wrapped herself in a yellow bathrobe and drew the tub full o; warm water. She enjoyed the bath, took her time at, it. She had finished and was brushing her hair when she heard a sound at the door. Jim’s voice came to her. She opened the door. Just wanted to tell you good ' night,” he said. “Didn’t disturb you, I hope?” ’Not at all. Good night.” That was all. Gypsy closed the door and turned away. Five minutes iater she was in bed. Close beside her cheek, damp with wa rm tear drops, was a package tied ■ with ribbon. The package contained A'an Crosby’s letters. a tt n (~n YPSY moved restlessly and J frowned at the sunbeam that had progressed from her chin to her left eye. The sunbeam remained. She blinked the other eye, shut t it again. Suddenly the girl sat bolt upright. Heavens—it must be after 8 o'clock! She would never reach the office. What had happened to the alarm clock ! She turned and stared at an unfamiliar piece of furniture—a chair upholstered in blue plush. Then, remembering everything that had happened yesterday, she sank back against the pillows. Judging by the sunlight which streamed into the room it was the middle of the morning. Every one else in the household had probably been up long ago. Gypsy lay still, thinking about her marriage, the train trip, Jim Wal-

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lace’s face last night In the firelight, that fearful woman, Aunt Ellen. It wasn’t a dream. It had all been true. When she finally arose the girl bathed and dressed quickly. She put on the jersey frock she had worn to the office, got out her oxfords and then changed them for the brown pumps. Instead of pinning up her hair she brushed and fastened it at the back of her neck so that the ends curled, giving her a childish look. Gypsy had not thought of this. She was trying to save time. In the bright daylight for the first time she really noticed the furnishings of the bedroom. It was easy to see that it had been kept as a “guest room.” The furniture was walnut, of ornate Victorian design, and each piece stood stiffly in its proper place. At the windows there were blue draperies. Blue and tan rug on the floor. Blue and tan on the dressing table. Not a single trace of anything personal—not even a cheerful bit of chintz in sight. And blue and tan were colors Gypsy always avoided. She shut the door on the gloomy room and hurried downstairs. There was no one in sight either way she looked from tl}e hall. Gypsy went through the living room into the dining room. Still no one in sight. As she neared the kitchen, she heard voices. Harriet who was at the stove, turned as Gypsy opened the kitchen door. “Good morning, ma’am,” she said. “Good morning, Harriet. Is Miss Wallace about?” “Miss Wallace’s gone to market, Ma’am. She left about half an hour ago. Would you like your breakfast now? I’ll get it right away.” The person to whom Harriet had evidently been talking was a small man down on his knees working at the lock of the outer door. Carpenter’s tools wer# spread beside him on the floor. “Any time will do,” Gypsy told the cook. “I’m in no huurry.”

SHE returned to the dining room and the view from the broad windows caught her attention. The windows looked out over the sun porch. There was a garden behind the house. Gypsy thought it must be very attractive in summer. Now the trees and shrubs were bare and the grass was a faded brown. Gypsy wondered if the bushes in the distance were lilac. She had always wanted a garden with lilac bushes and old-fash-ioned hollyhocks and poppies. There at the left was a sun dial. Yes it must be a lovely place in summer time. Two months, Jim had said, before the trees would begin leafing out. Two months would be in May. Gypsy, wondering absently what the date might be, suddently started. Yesterday, her wedding day, had been March 5. Surely she should have remembered. Harriet entered the room and as she heard her, Gypsy turned. “How good everything looks!” the girl said. The cook smiled. “I hope you’ll like it, ma’am.” She put the tray down and set out the dishes. There was a plate of curling bacon and an omelet, golden-brown, that sent up steaming delicious odors. Under a folded napkin was the toast and beside it a dish of honey. Harriet poured the coffee and at the first whiff of its fragrance Gypsy realized she was hungry. The food was good. Gypsy had finished the last crumb of toast and was drinking her second cup of coffee when she heard a noise in the front part of the house. Someone had r. me in. The girl straigtened, every nerve taut, then pushed back her chair and rose. She went into the living room. On the threshold she faced—not Miss Wallace as she had expected—but Jim. “Why—good morning—” Jim laughed. “Good morning,” he said. “You look as though I surprised you. Had breakfast?” She said she had just finished. 'Then how about coming for a drive? I thought you might like to have a look at the town. “I’d love to!” I can be ready in just a minute!” “Fine. I decided to take the day off. Think a man ou&ht to when he gets married, don’t you?” Gypsy had not known until the minute she saw Jim how much she

had been dreading a day with his aunt. “I certainly do,” she said. “I think It’s a grand idea.” She hurried away to get her wraps on. Half way up the stairs she heard Jim calling and stopped. “Better bundle up in something warm,” he warned her. “The sun’s shining, but the wind is cold.” She agreed and went on. When she came down again she wore her suit with a yellow sweater under it. The little brown hat slanted at a debonaire angle across her forehead. Jim was not in sight. For an instant the girl was puzzled. Then she stepped out on the porch. Out in the driveway was a long) dark green roadster and Jim Wallace was at the wheel. He waved and the fox terrier beside him yelped at the sight of her. hub GYPSY ran forward. “What a beautiful car!” sT.C exclaimed. “No wonder you’re so proud of it. Phil’s eyes certainly would open to see this.” “Like it? Suits me pretty well. Are you ready?” Gypsy hesitated “Shouldn’t I leave some word so your aunt will know what’s become of mer “I’ll do that. You get in.” While Jim was in the house Gypsy used the time to become further acquainted with the little dog. He was wililng to let her stroke his head and rub the under side of his neck, but Pat could not be persuaded to move from his post next to the driver. Evidently this arrangement was official. The girl was coaxing him to no avail when Pat straightened and barked. Wallace was coming toward them. “I told Harriet we didn’t know when we’d be back,” he said, climbing into the car. “Here, Pat, what’s this nonsense ” The dog quieted and sat up very straight between them. “Does he bother you there?” Jim asked. “I’ll make him get clown on the f’oor. Get down, Pat.” Gypsy objected. “Let him stay,” she said. “He’s all right.” To emphasize the fact she rubbed the black place between the dog’s ears. Wallace started the engine and without further delay they moved down the driveway. It was a clear spring morningbright, but with a chilly nip in the wind. To the right and left of the Wallace place were houses with the same deep lawns and hedges in place of fences. “Why—it’s just like a park!” the girl declared. She was looking at the tall trees on either side of the street. Some of them were huge, stretching their branches over the sidewalk. “I like this street,” Wallace agreed. “Summer evenings about 6 o’clock when you come along here the sun is down behind the trees and the light shines through the leaves. They look almost like pure gold then. That’s when I like it best.” “It must be lovely,” Gypsy said. “Oh, look at that beautiful house —” “You mean the brick one? Hendersons live there. Sally Henderson came home from college last spring and fixed the place up. Sally’s a nice girl. I’m sure you’ll like her. “Os course this isn’t really the show part of town. The newer places are out on Gilford road. Sam Meyers, who owns the cosmetics factory, lives out there. Willis, president of the First National bank, has just built anew house they call an Italian villa. We’ll swing out that way if you’d like.” (To Be Continued)

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