Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 271, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 March 1931 — Page 9

MARCH 24, 1931

MAD MARRIAGE-1 °7 LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author ofHEART tlUNWfetc.

BEGIN HEBE TODAY OYP6Y M'BRIDE. 19-var-old typlit in a New York office, is miserable when she finds that ALAN CROBBY. Just, returned from a year and a half In Paria atudvin* art. no loneer cares for her. Gypsy becomes disgusted with her Job and. when she is criticised for carelessness, Impulsively resUms. Bhe accepts an invitation from her wealthy cousin. ANNE TROW BRIDGE, to take the place of another guest at a formal dinner. The party Is a bore. £>he leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears a noise in the next room and opens the door to sea a man climbing in the window. He is JAMES WALLACE, guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered by the fire escape to avoid the dinner party guests Wallace tell Gvpsv he has Just been Jilted by his flnancee. She admits she has had the same experience To spite the girl he cares for, Wallace asks Oypsy to marry him. She first refuses. but later accepts. They are married next morning and take the train for Forest City. At Jim's home they are greeted bv his aunt, MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who makes no secret of her hostility to the girl. Jim takes Gypsy for a drive next day and thev call at the office to see old MARK HARRISON, senior member of Jim's law firm. When they reach home Aunt Ellen has callers. Gypsy asks to be excused and goes to her room. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Through the two windows at the front sifted gray light. Framed photographs decorated the walls. The place seemed mellowed by age and clouds of tobacco smoke. Harrison’s desk was a litter of books and manuscripts. Carefully he shoved some of them aside to reveal an ash tray and put down his cigar. “Now let’s have a look at you,” he said, leaning forward in his chair, “Um —um! Pretty girl: Don’t look old enough to be married, though. Jim says you’re from New York.” Gypsy nodded. Mark Harrison was the most .genuinely friendly person she had met in Forest City. She liked hi3 bluff, matter of fact ways. “Well, you’ll get used to us after awhile, ’’Harrison continued. "Every place you go is pretty much alike. No tall buildings here. Not so much noise as New York, but people don’t vary much. Do they, Jim?” “You know more about that than I do,” the young man answered. “Whenever Mr. Harrison gets tired of Forest City, he packs his grip and goes around the world,” he told Gypsy. "Not any more,” the other man fia:d. “I’m getting too old to travel. I’ve been here in this office now nearly forty-five years.” i “Jim told me you were his father’s /partner,” Gypsy put in. a a a HARRISON nodded. “Rufus Wallace was a fine man,” he said. ‘And let me tell you, this young . fellow, Jim here, is going to make something of himself some day, too! You can help him, child—and I believe you will!” “I’m going to try," Gypsy said. “You’ll do it. You two ought to get along all right. By the way, Jim, Wheeler called. He says that hearing's set for next Tuesday ” The two men were deep in a legal discussion when Miss Otis appeared in the doorway. “Mr. Harrison,” she said, “you made that appointment with Judge Hutchison for 2 o’clock. It's ten minutes after ” “Oh, God bless my soul! So I did. Have to rush—!’’ Harrison was on his feet, hat in hand. “You’ll excuse me, Mrs. Wallace? Glad you came to see me. Come again. Jim —when are you going to ask me out to dinner?” ‘Just as soon as you’ll come,” Wallace assured him. “We must go, too,” said Gypsy. “Jim's aunt will think we’re iost.” Wallace led the way and Harrison and Gypsy followed. As they went through the door the old lawyer said to the girl in a lowered voice: “Don't let Aunt Ellen frighten you. She’s a tartar. Always was! Don’t you let her worry you.” There was something mischievous about the way the white mustache bobbed. The two exchanged an understanding glance. When they reached the sidewalk, Jim offered to drive Harrison to his appointment, but the older man shook his head. Walking, he said, was his exercise. It wouldn’t hurt Bill Hutchinson to wait another ten minutes. It would be good for himr With a courtly salute, Harrison turned his back and walked away briskly. "He’s wonderful!’’ Gypey said as Jim started the car. “I do hope he’ll come and have dinner with us.” “Oh, he'll come all right: Yes, he’s a, grand old gentleman. Took a shine to you right away, I noticed.’’ It was nearly 3 o’clock when the green roadster turned into the drive leading up to the Wallace home.

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Pat jumped out first. Jim left the car where It was and went up to the door with Gypsy. As they entered the house they heard voices coming from the living room. Jim took a quick glance and ducked back again. “Ye gods!” he gToaned, “More gabbling!” They were women's voices and Ellen Wallace’s rose above the others. “Oh, Jim, I don’t want to meet any more people now!” Gypsy whispered. “Won’t it be all right if I go upstairs.” “Sure—go along 1 “I’ll face the mob—tell ’em you’ve got a headache.” Gypsy smiled gratefully and ran up the stairs. Her husband hesitated a moment, then disapepared into the library. “Trouble!” he mumbled as he went. In front of the living room fireplace three middle-aged women sat with chairs drawn close together. Ellen Wallace was in the center of the group. “But Ellen,’’ her neighbor on the right was saying, “what on earth are we going to do?” a a a “XTOW there’s no use taking It that way, Sophronia!” Ellen Wallace said sharply. “It’s no worse for you than for the rest of us. Besides, if there was anything to do I’d have done it.” Sophronia Nickolson straightened. She was like a small, older replica of Ellen, dressed in black instead of gray. She wore her hair In the same high knot and when she talked she emphasized her words exactly as Ellen did. The two were sisters. Sophronia, five years older, was the widow of the late Charles Nicholson. Both her son and her daughter were away at school. Mrs. Nicholson lived alone and was a leading figure in the ladies’ aid and church sewing circle. She had been knitting, but at her sister’s words she put down the needles. “Do you mean to tell me, Ellen Wallace,” she demanded, “that you’d stand aside and see your own brother’s son ruin his life?” Lucia Wallace, third of the trio, broke in with “That’s exactly the way I feel about it! Surely there’s something ” Lucia was younger than the others. She had been a Wilbur before her marriage to Ben Wallace, cousin of Jim. The Wilburs lacked money, but their social rank was unquestioned. “I tell you there’s nothing to be done,” Ellen insisted staunchly. "They’re married and that’s all there is to it.” “How’re you so sure that they’re married? With a woman like that you can’t tell anything about it!” “Sophronia—” Ellen eyed her sister sternly, "I don’t know where this girl came from. I don’t know anything about what she’s done or been or why Jim married her. But I do know Jim Wallace is a gentleman. Oh, yes, they’re married!” “But haven’t you been able to find out anything?” Lucia asked. “I’ve found out that she doesn’t want to talk about herself. Always has a way of turning questions off so she doesn’t give you an answer. You’ll see when you talk to her. I tried questioning Jim, but I’m sorry to say that for the present I am no longer in his confidence.” a tt a “\\ TELL, all this is getting us noW where at all!” Mrs. Nicholson had taken up her knitting again and the needles clicked sharply. “What I want to know is what we’re to tell people. “There’s a meeting of the sewing circle tomorrow and every one there is going to ask about this marriage. What they’ll want to know —and what I want to find out myself—is why did Jim break off with Marcia Loring?” “And I’ve told you a dozen times I don’t know,” Ellen said emphatically. "As for what we’re to say about the matter, well, I think I know how to handle that. ‘When I said there was nothing to be done about what’s happened I meant there’s nothing to be done—just now. There’s only one way to bring Jim Wallace back to his senses—” The three heads bent forward and the voices lowered. Now and then one of the three nodded affirmatively. They sat there until long shadows darkened the room. It was after 5 o’clock when Gypsy heard the front door close and, looking down from her upstairs

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window, she. saw two black-clad figures going down the walk. a a a npHE next three days were uneventful Gypsy learned the routine of the Wallace household and tried to adjust herself to it. At 8 o’clock each morning breakfast was served, giving Jim time to glance through the morning newspaper before driving downtown to the office. After breakfast Miss Wallace went to the kitchen to consult Harriet about the day’s tasks. Harriet apparently was a paragon. She cooked and served the meals and assumed responsibility for the smooth operation of the entire household. The only other full-time employe was Sam Matson, who kept the fires, took care of the yard and was handy at all sorts of carpentry and repair work. Three times a week Sam’s wife Cora came to the house to wash and iron and do the cleaning. Marketing was one task which Miss Wallace always attended to herself. By 10 o’clock she was out of the house with her market basket on her arm. Gypsy wondered why she carried the cumbersome basket. Almost always the purchases were sent home. Miss Wallace, however, clung to tradition. Gypsy was not bold enough to ask if she might be included in these expeditions and Miss Wallace did not invite her. Before the older woman’s energetic efficiency, Gypsy wilted. She was tom between eagerness for something to do to pass the time and fear that anything she might attempt would fail to pass Miss Wallace’s critical eye. a a THERE was the time she found a mending basket on the davenport in the living room. On top was a pair of Jim’s socks, the heels worn and in reed of mending. Gypsy rummaged in the basket for thread the right color, found It and set to work. She never had done much sewing. Her needle wove through the threads clumsily and for more than half an hour she bent over one sock. When completed, the darned place was thick and slightly drawn. Gypsy eyed it with dissatisfaction and tried to make the next dam smoother. After she had, finished, Gypsy returned the socks to the basket and picked up a magazine. She was in the midst of a story and had forgotten the mending, when Miss Wallace entered the room. She saw the older woman pick up the sewing basket, draw one of the mended socks over her hand and frown. Gypsy quickly looked down at the page before her. Her cheeks were burning. When she glanced up again, Miss Wallace had gone from the room. Hie socks were no longer in the basket. It was discouraging and after that Gypsy did not volunteer to assist with the mending. She spent a good part of each morning in her room. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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