Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 276, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 March 1931 — Page 14

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/ LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of'HEART HUNGRY,'etc.

BEGIN HIRE TODAY (tVPSY McBRIDE. 19-’.€ar-old tVDlst i>- a Nw York ofllce. m*Pts JIM WALLACE at. th<- homo of hr '.vpalth' cowm:;. ANNE TROWBRIOt Gvosv ik r !*rab> bpcau.v she has learned ALAN CROSBY, back from a year and a half In Pari- • tudvine art. no longer <ares for her. Wallace tells Gvdsy that he has been lilted bv his fiancee To spite the girl he cares for hr asks Gvpsv to marrv him. She first refuser, but later accept . Thev arc married next morntne and depart for Forest CUv. his home town At Jim s home thev are greeted bv his aunt. MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who immediately becomes hostile to the Kir: After a few davs Miss Wallace move: to * cottaae down the stree: She arranges a family dinner partv at which Civpe.v meets the other relatives. MRS. SOPHRONIA NICHOLSON who is Jim s aunt, and LUCIA WALLACE, his cousin, 'nub Ovpst. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE He was walking with his head up. lips in a straight, drawn line, his ryes directly ahead. Jim seemed entirely unaware of her presence. It was less than a block to the Wallace home. They turned when they came to the brick sidewalk and walked up to the porch. With his hand on the door. Jim hesitated. "Want to go in?” he asked “or would you rather drive?” tt a a SHE was sure he was eager to get the car out. “I’d rather drive,” she said. He left her to get the roadster. Gypsy waited, hidden in the shadows, until the car rounded the side of the house. Then she went out to the drive and Jim held the door open and she entered. The roadster shot forward with a -Icll. Gypsy snuggled low in the seat, turning the fur of her collar up about her cheeks. They left the tree lined avenue for a, cross street. Soon they were on a state highway. The speedometer was regisicring 50 as they cleared t,hc town limits. Some minutes later it had soared to 55. Long after Gypsy was to remember that drive. She remembered broad stretches of darkness sweeping ofT either side of the read, with here and there tiny, beckoning specks of light. She remembered the sharp whis- \ tic of wind around the widshield and, she never was to forget the frozen! certainty of destruction when suddenly a huge, black outline loomed before them. It was only a bridge, but for an Instant it had looked like eternity.

rhey met few travelers. The roadMer lunged powerfully against the ribbon of pavement. Above the roar of the wind and throbbing engine Gypsy would have had to shout to make Jim hear her. Each time she looked at him his eyes were on the road ahead. It was good to be out in the night like this. It gave Gypsy a chance to think. The chill wind beating against her face seemed to wipe Hway some of the feverish humiliation of the dinner party. Lucia Wallace's hateful voice still rang in the girl’s ears. She knew she should forget that nightmare of accusing faces, but the vision persisted. Gypsy’s anger had melted long ago. Wounded pride was slower to heal. She was grateful to Jim for defending her. but now his gloomy ulcnce wss frightening. r rhey must have driven for an hour and a half before he slackened speed. Then he glanced toward her and asked, "Cold.” "Just a little,” Gypsy admitted. "Time to be turning back,” said Jim. When they reached the next cross roads he swung the roadster to the right. Gypsy had no idea of iheir whereabouts. Site was surprised when soon after she saw a brilliantly lighted thoroughfare ahead. "Where are we?” the girl asked. "Hampton,” Jim answered. “It’s not much of a place, but they have a fair restaurant. Thought we’d bstter stop and give you a chance to get warm.” The restaurant looked quite ordinary from the sidewalk, but inside Gypsy found tables covered with spotless linen. Everything about the long room had an air of cleanliness. The proprietor came to meet them.

c a a •'IFELLO. Joe,” Jim greeted him. IT. “How’s the coffee?” 'You can't get better. You know that.” the man said, smiling, and offering the menu. ‘We’ll give it a try.” Jim ordered coffee for two with cheese sandwiches and crullers. After the man had gone Jim went on, "Joe’s German. His wife does the cooking and you should see her! I'll bet she weighs 200 pounds.” "Do you come here often?” Gypsy Roketi. “Oh, only when I happen to be In this neighborhood. Haven't been here for a long while.” Across the room Gypsy caught sight of herself in a mirror. She

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| drew out her vanity case and busied | herself with the tiny powder puff. Before she had finished, steaming cups of reff' e " re , r before them. “Smells good,” Jim said, sniffing the fragrant aroma “Didn’t know I was hungry, but I guess I am.” Over the coffee and sandwiches Gypsy told him what she had been : trying to say ever since they had j left his aunt's home. “I want you I to know’ I appreciate what you did,” | she said slowly. “I don't know' what II would have done wh’ * v ou ” Jim looked down. "Forget It,” he .said shortly. “Don’t think any more 1 about it.” “But it was partly my fault," Gypsy protested, “I don’t want to make trouble. I shouldn’t have said what I did.” “Listen!” Jim Wallace snapped the words out. “Lucia was to blame for that mess. She started the others. Oh, I know Lucia all right! 1 It's time she heard a lot of things and I’m glad I had a chance to say ! what I did. "I've had about as much of this business of relatives mixing into my affairs as I can stand! Maybe they'll begin to realize it!” & ft a THE blue eyes snapped angrily. It was almost as though she ; were looking at a stranger, Gypsy | thought. This was not the kindly, i considerate Jim she had become ‘ accustomed to. She had meant to show that she ' was grateful and all that she had ' succedecl in doing was to infuriate 1 him. They left the restaurant coon afterward. The drive home was shorter than Gypsy had expected, I even though Jim kept the car at lower speed. It was necessary because they were on a main highway with an almost constant stream of traffic. Gypsy kept to her side of the seat. The night’s events had set her to thinking how r little she really knew of Jim Wallace. Instead of bringing them closer in sympathy as one might have expected the breach between them had widened. Jim had his troubles and she had hers. Was he thinking of Maria Loring, the girl he should have married. Gypsy wondered. For the thousandth time, she tried to guess what would be the outcome of this mad adventure.

The roadster turned into the avenue on which the Wallace home stood. Gypsy glanced at Aunt Ellen’s cottage as they passed. There were no lights at the windows. Jim stopped the car for her and Gypsy got out. She unlatched the front door, went inside, and switched on the lights. When Jim returned from putting the roadster away for the night, she was waiting in the living room. “Think I’ll read a while,” Jim announced, picking up a newspaper from the table. “Then I’ll say goodnight,” Gypsy told him. She went through to the kitchen to be sure Matilda had bolted the rear doors. As she passed through the living room again Jim was slumped behind his newspaper. it a u UPSTAIRS in her own room ! Gypsy reverently laid aside her I new coat. She had forgotten about I the expensive costume until the re- j flection in the full-length mirror reminded her. The money might as well have been spared. Gypsy th r ught bitterly. Still, it was a lovely gown. She ■ turned, noting the trim, graceful lines of the skirt with satisfaction. Well, the high and mighty Wallaces could say what they wanted to about her lowly past, ‘she had a better figure than any of them. It was a long while after she had i put out the light and crept into bed before Gypsy fell asleep. When she awoke next morning the room was flooded with sunlight. Gypsy sat up, rubbing her eyes. The hands of the block on the bedside table pointed to 10 minutes of 9.

She -was out of bed instantly, pulling on her clothes. It was the first morning since Aunt Ellen’s departure that she had failed to breakfast with Jim. She hurried out into the hall. The door of Jim’s room was open, revealing covers thrown back on a tumbled bed. Matilda was clearing the table when Gypsy reached the dining room. “Has Mr. Wallace gone?” the girl asked. \ “Yes, Ma-am.” “You can bring me my breakfast,” Gypsy said. “All I want is i fruit and toast and coffee.” There was a full day ahead. Miss > Christopher was coming that morn-

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ing, Gypsy reflected, to bring samples of material for draperies and to talk about the furniture for the living room. She had forgotten to notify the electrician about the trouble with the kitchen light. She must manage to get the marketing done and be home again by 11 o’clock. Matilda returned with the tray. As she set the dishes before Gypsy she said: "Cora can’t come tomorrow. She sent word by Sam.” Saturday was the usual cleaning day. “Why can’t Cora be here?” Gypsy asked. "Sam says her mother’s awful sick. Cora's gone over to take care of her.” “Remind me to telephone the agency,” Gypsy answered. “Will you bring me my notebook from the desk, please?” The coffee had been boiled too long. Gypsy hoped Jim's had been better. As she ate the toast, the girl listed tasks for the day and wrote out the dinner menu. Then she went to the kitchen and consulted Matilda about supplies to be bought. It was nearly 10 o'clock. Gypsy hurried upstairs and put on street clothes. When she came down again she saw the postman coming up the walk, and went to meet him. “Any letters?” she asked. The postman smiled. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said, “Lots of letters.” There were several envelopes and a folded magazine in the assortment he handed her. The postman touched his hat and turned away. Gypsy stood glancing through the letters. There wei'e bills and an envelope addressed to Jim that probably contained a circular. A postcard announcing a sale of shoes. Gypsy came to the last envelope and as she recognized the handwriting her heart seemed to stop beating.

U PST AIRS, securely locked away in the lowest dresser drawer in Gypsy’s bedroom, there was a package of letters tied with cord. They were addressed in the same bold handwriting as the envelope in her hand. The difference was that this letter had been directed to “Mrs. James Wallace.” For one long moment Gypsy’s heart seemed to cease beating. Then it began to pound tumultuously. There were the familiar intials, “A. R. C.,” in the left-hand corner. There was the same funny little curley-cue Alan always made when he wrote a caiptal “M.” Gypsy turned the letter over, noting the New York postmark. Slowly she went back into the house. She dropped the other letters on a table in the hall and climbed the flight to her bedroom. Inside the room she closed the door behind her and sank to the edge of the bed. o After all these days it had come! All this while, Gypsy suddenly realized, she had been praying for this letter. It was as though she had suddenly awakened from a long nightmare, (To Be Continued! STICKERS

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

Tarzan carried the dead Bolgani in the direction of the building he had seen from the valley’s rim. Curiosity overcame his natural caution. Traveling up wind, his nostrils soon told him he was approaching the habitat of the Bolgani. Taking to the trees to avoid discovery, presently he saw just ahead a lofty wall. Beyond that, the weird architecture of a mysterious pile whose outline suggested the buildings of another world, so unearthly were they. T

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—By Ahern

Glittering stones in countless thousands scintillated from facades, minarets, domes and towers. A vast garden surrounded it, in which worked blacks, men and women, like those in the valley where he had left LA. Among these were several gorilla-like creatures such as the slain one now resting in a tree crotch behind the ape-man. These were doing no work but, haughty and brutal, appeared to be directing the tasks of the black natives.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

As Tarzan watched with interest, two Bolgani emerged from a huge portal. They wore head bands supporting white feathers. Standing before the entrance and cupping their hands before their mouths, they gave voice to a series of shrill cries that bore marked resemblance to trumpet calls. Immediately the blacks ceased work and hastened to the foot of the stairs that led down from the terrace of the garden. They ranged on either side, forming a living aide.

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