Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 273, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 March 1931 — Page 10

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MAD MARRIAGE! b ’J LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of'HEART tIUNGRY’etc.

BEGIN HF.aE TODAY , OTPSV McBRIDE. 19-year-oid tvpist in a N#w York oflice, meet* JIM WALvAC* i.% thehopi* of bar wealthy couain. ANNC TRGrtVBnZDOB. Ovo*y is miuerWe because she has learned ALAN CROSBY, back from a year and a half stuaviiK cr* 'a P*rli. no lonzer cares for her Wallace tells Ovprv he has been Jilted by his fiancee. To spite the slrl he cares for. he asks Oypsv to marry him. She first refuses but later accepts. They are married next moraine and depart for Forest Clt.v. his home town. At Jim's home thev are greeted by hi* aunt. MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who immediately becomes hostile to the girl. Auer a few days Miss Wallace announces -he !s moving to a cottage down the **reet NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY chapteiTtwenty “But, the old things are lovely,” Gypsy Interrupted. ‘ We’ll keep all of them. Only I’d like new curtains and rugs instead of this carpet. And I’d like to change that bookcase. “Oh, if we could only find an old-fashioned wing chair Instead of that rocker and a little foot stool to go beside it! You know, this could be made into a wonderful room!" “Go ahead. I think It needs Improvement. Say, that’s a good tune, isn’t It?” a a a r radio orchestra had swung 1- Into a lively dance piece. Jim began vhistli-#; the melody and Gypsy, unconsciously, tapped one toe in time with the beat. Suddenly Jim grinned and swung to his feet. “Let's dance,” he said. The girl smiled and arose. Jim’s arms slipped about her and they moved away, swaying with the music. The entire floor was carpeted. It was a poor surface on which to dance, but Gypsy knew instantly that Jim was a skillful dancer. He held her closely. It was the first time there had been anything like a caress between this strangely married pair. They were laughing and executing a. whirl with a flourish when Aunt Ellen appeared in the doorway. They heard her explosive "Well —and Jim turned his head. “Come on in. Aunt Ellen,” he called. “Can I have the next dance with you?” For an instant Ellen Wallace hesitated, her face a mass of storm clouds. She was about to speak when suddenly she whirled and was out of sight. “Now you see what we’ve done” Gypsy said in a low voice. “Listen here, girl, I’ve found out you can dance! You and I are stepping out one of these nights soon. Some place where there’s a good floor and snappy music. You and I are going places!” “That would be fun,” Gypsy agreed. Her eyes were shining, but even then Jim could not tell whether it was happiness or the blur of misty fringes that made them radiant. She stepped to the mirror, patting her hair into orderliness. ana r ¥WHE next six days were a period 1. of furious activity in the Wallace household. Gypsy, who already considered Aunt Ellen a model of efficiency, now marveled at her generalship. Innumerable boxes were packed. Though .the move was only half a block down the street, every object had td? be carried as if for a journey. Every closet and cupboard had to be ransacked. It was Aunt Ellen’s creed that the house she was leaving must be as spotless, as thoroughly scoured as the one to which she was moving. Cora Matson came each day during that week and worked from early morning until late at night. There was anew interest for Gypsy in planning how the rooms were to be redecorated. Many of the most objectionable heirlooms were being packed and crated to move to Miss Wallace’s cottage. The big living room with its oldfashioned fireplace had splendid proportions. It reminded Gypsy of a room she had seen once in a museum. She made a trip downtown to an interior decorator’s shop and talked the matter over tentatively with the gray-haired, soft-spoken proprietress. It was agreed that Miss Christopher, the decorator, should come out and view the house and submit suggestions. The afternoon before her departure Ellen Wallace climbed the stairs to Gypsy's room and knocked on the door. The girl opened it. “Won’t you come in?” she said, her surprise apparent. It was the first time Miss Wallace had visited her in her room.

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THE older woman entered the roofri, declining the chair Gypsy put forward. “I’ve come to tell you,” she said, “that as soon as I’m settled in my house I’m going to give a dinner party. It will be a house-warming I and ii also be an opportunity for you to *ieet the other relatives. “We’re quite a clan, you know. I’d i lave had them all nere before if it i hadn’t been for this business of , moving.” “Well,” Gypsy said, smiling and trying to look pleased, “that—that vflll be very nice.” Aunt Ellen did not smile. “The Wallaces,” she said loftily, ‘have always kept our family traditions, i The Wallaces were one of the first I families to settle here. Came from New England before that. . “There are not many left now, : but we manage to get together ocj casionally. There’s my sister, Soph- : ronia—she’s Mrs. Nicholson —and Ben Wallace and his wife and their : children. Ben is Jim’s cousin and ;so is Abble Manley. Abbie and her I husband live out on Gilford road. “You’ll meet them all. I was j thinking that Wednesday would j probably be the best night.” “It’s lovely of you to give the Party,” Gypsy said. “I'll loook forward to it.” ; “'T'HERE’S something else I 1 wanted to tell you, Miss W'allace continued. “I suppose you understand I’m taking Harriet?” “No—no, I didn't, understand that.” t “Sorry. Didn't think to mention it before. But of course I couldn’t get along without Harriet. I’ve trained her myself. She knows exactly how I want everything done. Makes my tea right.” Gypsy nodded. “Os course,” she said. “I'll telephone an agency. I suppose there is one here?” Ellen Wallace eyed her closely, pursing her lips. The girl had no idea what was back of that enigmatic glance. “There’s an agency,” the woman said. Then she turned and went from the room, closing the door behind her. There were two agencies, Gypsy learned when she consulted the telephone book. She called one of them and the woman who answered promised to send an applicant at 10 o’clock next morning. It was earlier than usual when Jim came home that afternoon. Gypsy had been standing before a window in the living room and saw the green roadster turn into the drive. When Jim came up on the porch she swung the door open for him. “Good evening!” she said, smiling. “Well—have we anew butler? What’s the news of the day?” She told him about the party next week: “Oh, Lord —another one of those!” the young man grumbled. “Listen, this gang of relatives of mine is pretty terrible. Maybe we can crack up an excuse for not going.” a a a GYPSY shook her head. “I’m not afraid. It seems we’re at least one of the reasons the party’s being given. It’s to introduce me to the family.” He nodded. “Oh, yes—sure! I know all about that. And sit around for three hours listening to Aunt Sophronia tell over again how Uncle Ezra suffered in Andersonville prison and how the Wallaces won the Civil war! You don’t know as much about these gloomfests as I do!” He was so mournful she laughed at him. “That’s not what your aunt said,” she told him. “She says the Wallaces have traditions to maintain.” “Forget the Wallaces.” Together they entered the living room. Jim’s left hand slipped into his coat pocket. “Gypsy,” he began, “I’ve got something I want to show you.” “What is it?" “Well. I’ll tell you ” Before he could continue they heard Miss Wallace’s voice from upstairs. “Oh i Gypsy!” she called, “Will you come up here a minute?” “I’ll be right back,” the girl said, turning to answer. “I’ll hurry.” Jim glanced over his shoulder to assure himself that she was out of the room. From the coat pocket he drew forth a small black plush box. The lid snapped back, revealing a square-cut diamond. For an instant he held it so that the light fell on the gem, multiplying and transforming its rays to white fire. He moved the ring. The jewel grew more dazzling. Smiling, Jim

W'allace closed the case and returned It to his pocket. He walked up and down the rooßi waiting. There was a book in the chair where Gypsy had been sitting. Jim picked it up. Edna Ferber’s new novel. He turned through the pages careiessly, came to a marker. It was a kodak print. The face of a young man, handsome and wearing a French beret, smiled up at him. a a a “TTERE I am,” Gypsy called as XJ. she entered the room. “What was it you were going to show me, Jim?” Wallace’s back was toward her. He stood at a window, staring out across the lawn. At the sound of her voice he turned. “Didn’t you say you had something to show me?” the girl asked again. “Why—did I—Couldn’t have been anything important. I guess I’ve forgotten it!” He was making an elaborate effort to seem casual. Gypsy watched him, puzzled. “What time are the movers coming tomorrow for Aunt Ellen’s things?” he asked lamely. Gypsy told him they had promised to arrive at 9 o’clock. There was more talk of inconsequential things and then Wallace excused himself. Gypsy noticed he was quiet throughout dinner. Afterward, when they all went to the living room, he said something about having work to do. He left them and went into the library. Gypsy waited until 10:30, but he did not reappear. The moving van was still backed up in the driveway at 10 o’clock next morning when the doorbell rang. Gypsy opened the door upon a tall, heavily built woman wearing a black plush* coat and blue hat. The woman extended a card, “I’m from the Reliability Agency,” she said. The card bore the name “Mrs. Inez Cooley, ’ and the printed slogan of the Reliability Employment Agency, “We never fail.” “Come in,” Gypsy invited. She led the way into the living room. “Won’t you sit down?” “Thank you. Ma’am,” Mrs. Cooley sat down. “They told me you wanted a cook.” Gypsy nodded. She never had been on the employer’s side in such an interview. “You’ve had experience, I suppose?” “Yes, Ma’am I’ve cooked in restaurants and hotels and. private homes. I was with Mrs. Hockaday over on Maple street for five months. Fancy cooking for parties is my specialty. How many are there in the family here?” “Just myself,” Gypsy told her, ‘and my husband.” “No children?” “No.” “That's good,” Mrs. Cooley said approvingly. “I never work where they have children unless there’s a nurse. The laundry goes out of couise? I don t like to have laundry work cluttering up my kitchen. How much other help do you have?” “Why—you see we’ve had a cook who’s been with the family for years. A woman comes three times a week to clean and do the washing and ironing. I wasn’t planning on having anyone else in the house all the time. - ’ “But they • said you wanted a cook!” “The cooking is the biggest part of the work—” Gypsy began, but the woman was on her feet. “I wouldn’t be interested,” Mrs. Cooley said, head high in the air! “I don’t see why the Reliability office sent me to such a place!” With an air of offended dignity she turned toward the hall. a a a GYPSY watched her sweep out of the house and down the steps, and returned to the living room with the impression that somehow she herself was in the wrong. (To Be Continued)

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