Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 274, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 March 1931 — Page 26

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BEGIN HIRE TODAY GYPSY M BRIOE 19-vear-old typist jO * N w \ork office. meets JIM WALyvgg, her wealthy cousin, ANNS TROWBRIDGE. Ovpsv Is rntser'W', she has learned ALAN CROSBY, back from a year and a half *n Paris studying art. no longer cares for Mr. Crosby Is Infatuated with a wealthy divorcee. Wallace tells gvdsv that he has been Jilted by his fiancee. 'To spite the elrl he cares for he asks (*;>sy to marrv him. She first refuses, but later accepts. They u-e married next morning and depart tot Forest Cltv, his home town. At Jim's home thev are greeted by his aunt, MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who Immediately becomes hostile to the girl. MARK HARRISON, senior member of Jim's law firm. Is friendly to Gypsy. NOW GO ON WITH TOE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The last of Aunt Ellen’s furniture boxes were piled into the moving van and disappeared down the street a half hour later. Harriet had gone ahead to see that the things were unloaded properly. Aunt Ellen, her black hat poised squarely on her head, coat collar about her chin, paused in the hallway. '‘Well,’’ she said, “I’m leaving.” “Goodby, Aunt Ellen. I hope jou’re going to like the new house.” “I hope so too,” said the older woman, ‘Tf there’s anything I’ve forgotten I’ll send Harriet back." She put her black umbrella under her arm and stepped outside. The big house seemed quiet after the noise and bustle of the movers. The rooms looked half-stripped and barren. Familiar pieces of furniture were gone. It was a melancholy scene, but Gypsy’s heart was singing. At last this was her home! She telephoned the employment company and two more applicants arrived. The first said she could cook, but admitted her only experience had been as a tea room waitress. Gypsy was too skeptical to hire her. The third introduced herself as Matilda Schwartz. She was a small, sturdily-built women who looked well up in the thirties. "Are you married?” Gypsy asked. Matilda shook her head. “Not now,” she said. “I had a man, but he’s gone. Took the money I worked to save for three years. After he left I went to see a lawyer. I didn’t get the money back but I got a divorce.” They settled upon the salary. It waa agreed that Matilda was to have Thursday afternoons and Sunday evenings off. She left, promising Gypsy to return next morning with her trunk. Left alone, the girl hurried to the kitchen. It was shining and spotless as Harriet always kept it. Gypsy inspectec' the refrigerator. There were butter, eggs, a head of lettuce and two grapefruit. Half a bowl of cold cereal left from breakfast occupied one shelf. That was the extent of the larder.. "Why didn’t I think this morning?’i she chided herself. “Oh, well —"Once more she went to the telephony nan WHEN Jim Wallace arrived home at 5:30 he found Gypsy in the kitchen enveloped in a huge apron that had been discarded by his aunt. “Hel-loh!" exclaimed Jim “What’s going on here?” “The cook I hired couldn't come until tomorrow. Don’t you like beans?" "Sure. Wait a minute—l’ll open that can for you.” Gypsy relinquished the can opener and rushed to the stove where the chops were sizzling. She grabbed the skillet from the flame and lowered the blaze. “What do you want me to put these in?” Jim demanded. “Anything. You’ll find a dish in that cupboard.” The chops were safe again and Gypsy turned back \o the table. By the time Jim had found a dish to hold the baked bans, she had them heating over the fire. He lounged awkwardly against the table while Gypsy set out plates and dishes. “Listen,” Jim suggested, “what’s the use of carrying all that stuff into the dining room? Let’s eat out here!” “Do you want to?” “Why, sure. What’s the matter with that?” “Nothing.” said Gypsy. “I think it will be fun. Here—l’ll give you a job if you want it.” She set him to whipping cream in a blue crockery bowl and to keep him from spattering himself wrapped an apron similar to the one she wore about his shoulders. Presently they sat down before a meal of baked beans, fried pork chops, and a rather desultory salad. There were hot rolls and steaming coffee that was delicious. For dessert they had apple pie from the

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i delicatessen with thick cream ! poured over it. “All terribly fattening!” Gypsy said with a sigh. “Best meal I’ve had in a long time,” declared Jim staunchly. “Is there any more coffee?” She poured him a second cup. Scarcely a crumb remained when the meal wa. c finished. Jim leaned back in his chair contentedly and crossed his knee 6. “Looks as though that Graham cause is going to turn into a good ' row,” he announced. “I told you about that, didn’t I?” For half an hour more they sat at the table while Jim explained details of a law suit. Gypsy asked questions. She found the bits of information Jim dropped about courts and legal tangles very absorbing. It impressed her to think that every day at his office Jim was dealing with the lives of men and women, fighting for their rights and trying to defend them in their difficulties. Gypsy cleared away the dishes. Later she washed and Jim dried them. He dropped the cream pitcher and picked it up with the handle missing, displaying the two parts with so much humility that the girl laughed at him. There was more gaiety in the Wallace home that night, than there had been for months. Breakfast next morning likewise was served in the kitchen. At 9 o’clock Matilda Schwartz arrived and Gypsy turned over to her the reins of the household. There were minor instances of friction, but in the main afairs moved smoothly. Maiida worked slowly and was likely to have breakfast on the table at 8:30 instead of 8. She had to be reminded regularly to check up on supplies before Gypsy gave the daily order or ten minutes before meal time something was sure to be missing. She was, however, a good cook of plain foods. Sam kept the fires as usual and Cora came to do the laundry and cleaning. a a a ON Tuesday Aunt Ellen telephoned to say the dinner party had been postponed until Thursday night. Gypsy passed the word on to Jim as soon as he arrived home. “No way of getting out of it, I suppose,” he said gloomily. “Listen, you’d better go downtown and buy yourself anew dress Doll up. They make these ordeals as uncomfortable as possible. Best bibs and tuckers and all that.” “Not evening clothes!" exclaimed Gypsy. “Oh, Lord no! Aunt Ellen will be spruced up like Queen Victoria in her famous black lace, I suppose. You’ll see the family jewels—” “Has the black lace dress got sleeves?” He said that it had. With this information Gypsy set forth next morning on a shopping tour. She came home with a coppery chiffon frock three shades deeper than her skin. It hvd short pleated sleeves rear’ ig half way to the elbow, and a fun sKirt. Thrre was a flat applique ormment of bright coral silk at the side front. The coral was exactly the shade of Gypsy’s lipstick. She bought slippers a shade darker and hose like fine-spun cobweb that were practically invisible. What Gypsy liked best about the outfit was a tiny bonnet-like hat of dark brown so close-fitting it looked like her hair. A tiny bow of coral perched saucily behind one ear. “And just one minute, Madame, let me show you—!” exclaimed the clerk as Gypsy stood before the mirror in her new finery. The tall, slim saleswoman disappeared to return with a brown wrap over her arm. “This!” she said triumphantly. “Try it on!” “But I didn’t come to buy a coat,” Gypsy protested. “Try it on, Madame. See for yourself.” Gypsy slipped her arms into the sleeves of the coat. The wool was soft cud downy. The wrap fitted perfectly. About the throat there was a flattering collar of fur. The skirt flared gently, making the girl seem taller. Gypsy wrapped the coat about her closely, smiled. “See, Madam. It was made for you!” The saleswoman spoke persuasively. “But I didn’t—” Gypsy began again and then stopped. She had no coat. She couldn't go to the dinner party without a wrap. “I'll take it,” she said thoughtfully. The price was more than she would

(have spent on an entire season's wardrobe a month ago. Jim was enthusiastic in his praise when she entered the living room Thursday evening. “Looks like a million dollars to me!” he assured her. ( The compliment gave her a pleasant sense of warmth. It strengthened her courage fifteen minutes later when Aunt Ellen greeted them in the doorway of her new home. "Come in,” Miss Wallace said brusquely, “the others are all here.” Jim took his wife’s coat and hat and the hostess led her forward. A wornaii with a sharp nose and small dark eyes turned at their approach. Gypsy took one look at her and her heart sank. a a a Lucia Wallace did not come forward. Her shoulders straightened and Gypsy could feel the scrutiny of those cool, dark eyes. Lucia was wearing an emerald gown with flowing draperies. The shade was vivid and unbecoming to Lucia’s sallow coloring. It had been chosen as the likeliest hue to dye the original lemon yellow of the dress. Lucia stared at Gypsy with the venom of a woman in a made-over gown confronting a younger, prettier rival in new finery. Her husband, Bei, who was across the room, turned. “Hello, Jim,” he called heartily. “How are you?” He came toward them sr. ling. “So this is the young lady I’ve oeen hearing about. Introduce me, won’t you?” Aunt Ellen interrupted. There was danger of the solemn formality of her party being jarred. “Come,” she said, placing a hand on Gypsy’s arm. “I want you to meet the other members of the family. This is Mrs. Benjamin Wallace.” Lucia inclined her head slightly. “How do you do?” she said primly. “And this is Benjamin. He and Jim are cousins.” Ben Wallace was a little man, slightly rotund. He was the least prosperous of the relatives and the jolliest. He shook Gypsy’s hand warmly. “I’m glad to know you,” he said. “Glad to see you here. Old Jim’s to be congratulated, all right. Yes, sir, Jim, you certainly are!” “It’s nice of you to say that,” Gypsy told him, smiling. Jim had crossed the room and was talking to Mrs. Nicholson. Aunt Ellen drew Gypsy toward them. “Sister Sophronia,” Miss Wallace said, “this is Jim’s wife. Gypsy, my sister, Mrs. Nicholson.” Sophronia Nicholson permitted the girl to touch her fingers. “How do you do?” she said with dignity. Mrs. Nicholson’s gown was a stiff black satin. She wore a huge old-fash-ioned cameo fastening the collar and in her lap was the inevitable knitting. “Gypsy can cook,” Jim put in grinning. “Takes good care of me, Aunt Sophronia.” “Well! I’m glad to hear it,” Mrs. Nicholson raised the spectacles which hung on a chain about her neck and adjusted them to her eyes. She studied the girl’s face. (To Be Continued)

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