Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 270, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 March 1931 — Page 7

MARCH 23, 1931.

VIA3 ACd ~M> b 'i LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of'HEART HUNGRY'ek.

___BEGn HERE TODAY ln°.PiKL Me BRIDE. 19-year-oid typist Mj *, N *F York ofllce. is miserable and jonely when r,he finds that ALAN CRO@PJy Just returned from a year and a p ? rts studying art. no longer cares for her. r iWL 14 Infatuated with MRS. LALGIJEri. wealthy divorcee, who considers herself a patron of art. ..9 becomes disgusted with her Job and when she is criticised for care’.etsness impulsively resigns. She accepts an *iU2. u s£, wealthy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE, to take the place of another guest at a formal dinner. pie party Is a bore. She leaves to **s he , r W J“O* nd home, hears a noise in the next room and opens the ooor to see a man climbing In the winHe Is JAMES WALLACE, guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered bv the cueet* SCaD * l ° &vo!d dinner party *clls Gypsy he Just has been luted by his fiancee. She admits she nas had the same experience. To spite the girl he cares for. Wallace asks P v . Ds . y . t 0 marrv him. She first refuses, but later accepts. a . r * married next morning and take the train for Forest City. At Jim s gome thev are greeted bv his aun*. -MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who makes no secret of her hostility to the girl. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The tour of inspection included a drive past the Italian villa and its imposing neighbors. They rode on to the Glendale club, the more exclusive of Forest City’s two country clubs, then took a side road and came back past the Golf and Tennis, where Jim said he played golf whenever he could spare the time. tt tt m GYPSY marveled at the level distances stretching off to each side of the road. It had been such a little while since they started and i here they were in what must be | country! “Jackson’s creek is off that way,”j Wallace said with a wave to the' right. “Used to swim there when I was a kid. Skate, too. Do you like to skate?’’ “I’ve never treid it,” Gypsy admitted. “The only sports I had much’ experience at as a kid were jumping rope and playing hop-scotch. That’s about all you can do on a city sidewalk.” She laughed. Jim turned toward her. “Say, that must have been tough! I’d forgotten you’ve always lived in New York. Wait a minute—there’s something I want you to see—” He turned the car and they drove In silence until presently he pulled up at the side of the road. “Now, then,” said Jim, “look at that!” To the left across a low valley lay Forest City. The girl had not realized they had come so far. The towers of its half dozen high downtown buildings stood out boldly. In either direction stretched lower structures, straggling city blocks with occasional dark patches that were trees or open spaces. Beyond this nondescript skyline, reaching over and above them, was the bluest of blue skies, flecked here and there with fleecy cloud masses. The cold yellow sunshine gave the panorama brilliance. The girl’s eyes were fastened on the azure distance. “It’s wonderful, Jim,” she said. “I always like to come to this place,” he told her. “Discovered it myself.” He began to point out municipal landmarks, when suddenly he stopped. “You’re shivering, Gypsy. Why didn’t you tell me you were cold? That little coat you’ve got on isn’t enough to keep you warm. Why, didn’t you say something?” She insisted she was not cold. There was no robe. Wallace started to take off his own coat, but she indignantly refused it. He turned the roadster back toward the city. “We’ll stop at the Carlton,” he announced. “Get you warmed up there and have lunch. No use to drive clear out to the house.” The Carlton was Forest City’s best hotel. Jim was greeted by several acquaintances as they walked through the lobby and Gypsy felt eyes upon her. The head waiter called Jim "Mr. Wallace,” and was solicitous about their luncheon. It was an excellent meal. The warm room flushed Gypsy's cheeks becomingly. After the morning out of doors both of them were in good spirits and hungry. Jim had been telling her about an amusing law case and the girl was laughing when she noticed two women across the room. Mother and daughter they seemed to be. Gypsy saw that the older woman was watching them and resented her scrutiny. “Jim,” she said Anally, “who is that woman across the room? She’s been watching us.” Wallace turned his head, glanced back quickly. “Someone I don’t care to meet,” he said in a lowered voice. “Let’s get out of here.” It was too late. Already the

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oouple had arisen and were walking toward them. a a a Mrs. hallie butterworth, ! resplendent in a purple ensemble, with her daughter behind her, less obtrusive in blue, headed across the room directly toward the table at which Jim and Gypsy were sitting. Gypsy had barely time to warn in a subdued voice: “They’re coming over here!” before Mrs. Butterworth was beside them. “My dear Jim,” she began in a gushing voice, “we’ve heard the news and just had to come over to see if it’s really true! Is it—l mean is this—?” Jim had risen. “How do you do, Mrs. Butterworth,” he said. “H’lo, Daphne. This is Mrs. Wallace.” He turned. “Gypsy, I want to introduce some old friends —Mrs. Butterworth and Miss Daphne Butterworth.” “Then it is true!” beamed the older woman nodding her head vigorously as she spoke. “And this is the little bride!” She stepped back, concentrating her smiles on Gypsy, but before any one else could speak she was off again: “We heard this morning you were married and I declare you could have knocked me over with a feather!

“Jim’s one of our boys, you know. To think you’re actually married. My—it must have happened all of a sudden, didn’t it? Young love, I suppose!” Her voice carried to half a dozen surrounding tables. Jim’s face burned with slowly mounting color. “Won’t you sit down?” Gypsy suggested. “Oh, no, thank you, my dear, but we can’t stop. We’re on the wing. Yes—on the wing! Where is your home, Mrs.. Wallace? I suppose you’re a stranger in Forest City?” “I’ve always lived in New York,” Gypsy told her. “So that’s where you were married. Daphne and I had been wondering. Quiet wedding, I supose, since none of Jim’s relatives were there. They weren’t, were they, Jim?” Mrs. Butterworth’s inquisitive gaze darted from one to the other. The purple hat flaring abruptly back from her forehead was j trimmed with a feather ornament j of brighter shade. It reminded Gypsy of a headlight, singularly appropriate considering j Mrs. Butterworth’s dynamic ap- j proach. The woman’s cheeks were florid and her spectacles bobbed as j she talked. Wallace was annoyed. “No,” he said, “pone of my relatives were at the wedding.” Since he did not volunteer any other information Mrs. Butterworth tried again: “Well, of course lots of people prefer a small wedding,” she went on. “Sometimes I think they’re nicer. Only I was thinking about your Aunt Ellen. Must seem queer to her for you to bring home a wife. Is she going to live with you ?” “I don’t think Aunt Ellen has quite settled her arrangements,” Gypsy spoke up serenely. “You must come to see us some day, Mrs. Butterworth. I’m awfully anxious to know all Jim’s friends.” a a a DAPHNE, who throughout the conversation had been shadowed by her mother, now interrupted. “Don’t you think we should go now, mother?” she said. “My appointment was for 1:15.” “Oh, of course. I’m simply delighted to have met you, Mrs. Wallace. You’re a sweet little thing—yes, you are! “You and Daphne will have to get together. I’m sure you’d have a lot in common. Give my love to your aunt, Jim. Come, Daphne. Good-

by!” With a heart-felt “good-by” Jim dropped to his chair. “Town pest!” he grumbled. “That woman can scent gossip a mile off and tells everything she knows. Never saw such a person! “Only reason she came over here was to see what she could find out Say—you knew how to handle her, j though. That was smart not to give ! her any satisfaction about Aunt ! Ellen.” Gypsy smiled. “" afraid you’d |do something she said. | “You looked as thoug.. you were ; about ready to.” The waiter brought the dessert. Wallace said: “There’s one other place I’d like to take you since we’re downtown.' How about coming over to the office? Mark ought to be there now. Like to go?” She told him she would. They

rose to leave and Wallace noticed she was carrying a small object. “Chicken,” she explained, “for Pat. It’s Just a little piece. I wrapped it in my handkerchief.” “Oh, ho—so you’re resorting to bribery!” “It isn’t that. I just didn’t think it was right for poor Pat to stay out in the car in the cold while we were eating and not get anything for it. Won’t he be hungry?” “He’ll eat chicken all right—any time. But be sure there’s no bone. Chicken bones are bad for dogs.” They crossed the lobby and went out on the street. The roadster was parked at the right. As they neared the car, the fox terrier’s head appeared over the seat and he began j wriggling delightedly. Jim held the door back for Gypsy then climbed in at the other side. The terrier had sniffed the chicken and his excitement redoubled. Gypsy fed him, bit by bit, as they rode down the street and Pat ascepted the morsels politely. They turned to the left. Two blocks further and Jim drew in toward the curb. He parked the car and all three got out. There were two tall office buildings in the row but they passed these. Half way down tte block was a three-story brick structure with a stairway at the side. A man appeared in this doorway. “There’s Mark now!” exclaimed Jim. “Oh—Mr. Harrison!” a a m THE man turned. Gypsy saw that he was short—only a little taller than herself—and heavily built. He w r ore a black hat and beneath the brim his hair looked snow white. He had a white, squarely cut mustache and he was smoking a long cigar. Harrison waited for them to come nearer. “Hello, Jim,” he said. Wallace began eagerly, “Mr. Harrison, this is Gypsy. Brought her down to have a look at the place upstairs. Gypsy—” Mark Harrison grasped the girl’s hand heartily. "Glad to know you, my child,” he said. “So you’re the young lady Jim’s up and married. Glad to know you!” “I’m glad to know you, too, Mr. Harrison,” Gypsy said. “Jim’s talked a lot about you.” “That so?” The older man looked up at Wallace doubtfully. Harrison’s voice was gruff, but Gypsy knew at once that the harshness was a mannerism. His gray eyes were quizzical, but not unfriendly. “Well, I’d like to have heard what he said. Come—let’s go upstairs.” The dog pattered after them up the long flight. On the glass of the doors at the top was the legend: “Harrison, Mills and Wallace, attorneys at law.” v Inside was a small waiting room. An attractive girl sat at the desk facing them. She looked up and smiled as they entered. Wallace stepped forward. “Miss Otis,” he said, “this is Mrs. Wallace. Gypsy, Miss Otis is about the busiest person down here. “Any time I’m not in you can leave a message with her. She knows where I am, where I was and where I’m going even before I do.” The two girls shook hands. Then Harrison led the way into the large front office which was his private sanctum. “Sit down here, Mrs. Wallace,” he said, pointing to a worn leather armchair. Gypsy sank into its comfortable depths and Mark Harrison tipped back in his high, old-fash-ioned desk chair. It was a long room with shelves of dingy-backed law books against two walls. Directly over Harrison’s desk was suspended a green-shaded light. It was burning and yet the room was half in shadow. (To Be Continued)

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