Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 272, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1931 — Page 8

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VA) V AG “H i LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of'HEAQT HUNGRY,"etc. l - - - - - ■

BEGIN fURt TODAY GYPSY M BRIDE. 19-y ear-old typist I in a New York office, is miserable when j s'ne finds that ALAN CROSBY, just re- ' timed from a year and a half in Paris atudvtntt art. no longer cares for her. Gypsy becomes disgusted with her Job and when she la criticised for carelessness impulsively resigns. She accepts n invitation from her wealthy cousin. 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 1 home, hear* a noise In the next room and opens the door to see a man climb- , in* in the window. He is .JAMES WAI I ACF. guest of the Trowbridges; who has i itered bv the fire escape to avoid the ; dinner prty guests. Wallace tella Gypsy he has lust been 'llted by hi* fiancee She admits she has had the same experience To spite the girl he cares for. Wallace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first refuses, but ater accept'.. Thev are married next ' ornlng and take the train for Forest City. NOW GO ON WITH THF STORY CHAPTER NINETEEN She went through her own ward-j----robe, making repairs that had long; been put off. It was possible, she 1 found, to spend long stretches of; time before the mirror trying new | ways of arranging her hair or | achieving a glossy manicure. The hours passed, but they were lonesome. n 0 it AFTERNOONS were the dreariest. Luncheqji was over by 1:30 and it was 5 o'clock or later before Jim arrived. Gypsy acquired the habit of taking a walk, with Pat for company, each afternoon. She enjoyed exploring streets with no idea w’here they might lead, and wandered far away from the neigh- J borhood of the Wallace home. Pat. trotting along beside her. seemed to enjoy their excursions as much rs the girl. They were returning from such a walk on Friday when the dog suddenly whirled with such force that the leash fell from Gypsy’s hand. She turned to see him flying at full speed across a yard. “Pat!” the girl called. “Pat—come back here!” There was no sign that the terrier heard. “Pat!” Gypsy cried louder. Now she could see what had excited the dog. Half way up the trunK of a tree the bushy tail of a squirrel was visible, then disappeared. The dog was at the base of the j tree, leaping and barking furiously, i, Gypsy ran forward. She tried to get; the leash, but it was several moments before she had it. The squirrel had scampered to a branch overhead, had turned and was looking down at them. He chattered and scolded shrilly. Gypsy tugged at the leather fctrap, but the terrier held back. She coaxed and pleaded. It required all the girl’s will power and a good deal of force before she could drag him. still unwilling, back to the Bidewalk. The squirrel’s shrill insolence followed them. The girl sank to her knees beside the dog. “You mustn’t chase squirrels, Pat,” she told him re?roachfully. “Don’t you know r that? 'ou mustn’t run away from me when we go on walks or I’ll have to' leave you home. That’s what I’ll have to do!” Pat’s ears drooped w ith the knowledge that he was being scolded, but one shining, black eye still watched the squirrel. “You’re not paying any attention Standing beside her, with breath coming in great gasps as though he had been running, was a small red figure. “Did he get the thquirrel?” puffed! the newcomer. Gypsy shook her head. “No," she said; “he didn’t.” The little fellow might have been < 4 years old. The red knitted suit enveloped him completely. He had blue eyes and a bit of brown hair showing beneath the edge of the red cap. His nose and cheeks were nearly as crimson as his costume. The eyes just then were big with excitement. He looked first at Gypsy, then down at the fox terrier. “Well,” said the youngster. “I’m glad. “Or thquirrel can run fath, can't he?” “He certaintly can,” Gypsy agreed. “Pat was a bad dog to chase a nice little squirrel. I've been telling him he must never do it any more.” “Bad dog," the child echoed after her. He stared at Pat for a moment, then reached forward cautiously and touched the dog’s head. The terrier endured this complacently. tt a a ’'TIE won't hurt you,” Gypsy said. Xl“He's really a good dog except when he runs away and chases squirrels. That’s right. Rub his'

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head. Pat loves to have his head rubbed.” “Ith hith name Pat?” the child demanded. Gypsy nodded ‘ Buth thath's my name!” the child told her. “I’m Pat!” ‘Really? Tnen I think you two hould be friends. Here, Pat”— Gypsy raised the dog's right fore paw—‘shake hands with this little bcv. Now then, youJre acquainted!" | The child was delighted. When ; he laughed he wrinkled his nose in j a way that was irresistible. The { terrier responded to the general ! good humor and wagged his tail. “I haven't got a dog,” the boy an- j nounced, “but I've got a thcooter!” “That’s nice,” Gypsy agreed. Can you ride it?” “Thure! Ride it all the time. Only T can't today. I can't ride it today ; : for a thpecial reathon.” What’s the reason you can’t ride today?” Gypsy wanted to know. Small Pat looked at her with perfect composure. “I’m being pun- j ished,” he announced. “Oh, that’s too bad! What are you being punished for?” The child studied the dog's collar. apparently preoccupied. ‘What are you being punished ; for?” Gypsy repeated. “I ran away.” “I’m sorry.” the girl said serious- j ly. It’s naughty to run away.” Pat eyed her with interest. T think ith fun,” he said. I’ve run away today too.” ana IF she wanted to scold him she couldn't have done so. The liti tie face was so artless and free of ; guilt. “Well,” said Gypsy, “I think in that case we’d better be starting home. Don't you think so? Where do you live?” “Oh—down that way.” He pointed in the direction of! the Wallace home. I “That's fine,” the girl told him. i • “That's where Pat and I live, too.” They walked slowly. Gypsy would I , have taken the child’s hand, but he drew away independently. He j , was eager to talk, though, and chat- j tered and asked questions. Small Pat announced that he had! ; an electric train, that last summer j i, he had been to the seashore and j that his father could wiggle his; ears. He was a diverting companion. Half a block from the Wallace home the small boy stopped before the walk leading to a brick bungalow. “Thith ith my houth,” he said. "Want to come in?” Gypsy smiled and shook her head. “Not today,” she said. “Some other time. We ought to see each other often, because we’re neighbors. See that white house down there? j That's where Pat and I live.” The child stared. “Down there?” i he asked, pointing. Gypsy nodded. Tiie boy clapoed one hand over his mouth and drew back. “Oh !”j he exclaimed, his eyes widening, i "Oh. are you the New York woman?” | “Why—l don't know,” the girl' said. “I used to live in New York.” The child drew away farther. ‘Thath who you are,” he said with conviction. “The New York woman. My mother thaid she wouldn’t thpeak to you!” He turned, frightened, and fled toward the house. The little fox terrier, running: ahead, turned impatiently half a! ! dozen times waiting for Gypsy to j catch up with him on the remain- ; der of the walk home. Two hours later, at the dinner taTie, Ellen Wallace announced her ; ultimatum. a a a Ellen Wallace broke a roil and buttered it. “I talked with i : Mr. Lambert of the real estate com- j i Pany today,” she said, addressing ; her nephew. “They're going to let me move into the house down the street next week.” Jim looked up. “Why—l didn’t know you were thinking of it. Sure that’s what you want to do?” he i asked. Miss Wallace nodded. “There’s no place for me here any longer,” she said. “I’ve never believed an older person should live with a young married couple. Mr. Lambert says they can have the place ready next week as well as not. I’d like to move and have iit over with.” Her voice was tinged | with resigned martyrdom. "Now you know, Aunt Ellen,” Jim began, "you're welcome to stay here just as long as you want to. Gypsy and I are both glad to have you.” “Os course we are,” the girl put in. [ Miss Wallace shook her head. “I’ve told them I’ll take the place.”

YESTERDAY'S ANSWER

she said, “so it’s settled. I’m going j to have a look at it tomorrow mom- j ing and see if they've fixed those j cupboards the way they promised. “You might go around and'find out what the transfer company will charge to move my things.” “I’ll do it,” Jim agreed, “if you j really want me to.” “Is there aything I can do to help?” Gypsy asked. The older woman said if there was she would call upon her. The discussions shifted to furniture. All through the house there were arr tides belonging to Miss Wallace. The cottage down the street had six rooms. She had more than enough to furnish the place, Aunt Elien said. She asked Jim to notify the gas and electric company to install their service. a a a IT was an embarrassing evening. Gypsy tried to keep from show- j ing how the news pleased her. Jim, too, though he constantly assured his aunt that his home was hers as long as she wished, seemed relieved. After dessert and coffee had been served they went into the living room. A fire, as usual, was burning in the fireplace. Jim twisted the dials of the radio and the voices of two comedians floated into the room. “Oh, Jim! Do turn that thing off!” his aunt protested. “You know I can’t stand that nonsense!” There was a whirr of static and then strains of a slow, melodious waltz greeted their ears. It was the last few bars of the chorus. The station announcer’s voice cut in as the song ended. The music was being relayed from a New York studio. Jim turned toward his wife. “Make ! you lonesome?” he asked. She smiled, shaking her head in denial. Jim looked at her closely. Unless his eyes deceived him there j was ? tear on that eyelash. Gypsy i turne i her head away, and when he j looked again the tear was gone. He came over and sank beside her ! on the davenport. “Pretty quiet around here, isn’t : it?” lie said. “Get your things and ; we’ll see if we can’t find a movie j worth looking at.” "I’d rather not if you don’t ; mind,” Gypsy answered. a a a WALLACE eyed her questioningly, then leaned back, staring into the fire. The click of Aunt Ellen’s knitting needles was the only sound to break the silence. Five minutes passed. Then they heard the shrill ring of the telephone. “I’ll answer,” said Jim, rising, “It’s probably Harrison.’’ He disappeared and came back a minute later to announce, “Someone to talk to you, Aunt Ellen.” With a flurry of her silk skirts j Aunt Ellen hurried from the room. . Jim dropped again beside the girl i on the davenport. “I’m afraid it’s been dull around j here for you,” he said. “Listen, | after Aunt Ellen moves you can fix j this place to suit yourself. You | know—make it look up to date. Like Anne Trowbridge’s place. Would you like that?” “I’d love to!” Gypsy told him. “All this stuff here is old,” Jim went on with a wave of his hand. “Clear it all out if you want to. Get rid of it. I’ve been wishing the place could be fixed up for a long | time, but I didn’t want to hurt ! Aunt Ellen’s feelings ”

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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* Flora Hawkes had more than a fair share of intelligence and courage. Having brought thus far several hundred golden ingots from Opar’s treasure vaults, she didn’t propose to lose them So she had the head man brought to her: ordered him to send his men forth on the morrow in a fresh attempt to drive in game. Also she promised the natives they should now take it easier. So it was that the blacks, smiling and happy in anticipation of plenty of meat, tramped off into the jungle, singing gayly. The men and the girl on. a similar quest set ofi in the opposite dirccuda.

—By Ahern

Os her four confederates, Flora found the greatest difficulty with Esteban Perhaps a touch of jungle fever had gripped him; perhaps he had played his part so well that now he really thought HE was Tarzan of the Apes. He alone questioned her authority, insisting he would hunt with just arrows and spear in keeping with the role he had been brought along to act. Flora decided to humor him today and let him hunt after his own fashion. "What's the difference?” she-said to the others. “Maybe he 4 kill something—every little bit helps."

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Esteban, as he started away, let his dark mind play with hatred and jealousy. How he would like to put the other men out of the party and take the woman and the gold for himself! As Ins thoughts were thus occupied, he came through a patch of dense underbrush. Stepping into the sunlight of a large clearing he came face to face with a party of some fifty magnificent ebon warriors. Esteban stood for an instant in a paralysis of terror, forgetting the part he was playing. Thinking of himself only as a lone white man in savage Africa facing grave danger—cannibals perhaps?

.MARCH 25, 1931

—By Williams

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—By Martin