Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 277, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 March 1931 — Page 8

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fyIAD MARRIAGES. bt j LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of HEART HUNGRY,"etc.

BEGIN HERE TODAY GYPSY McERIPE. 19-vear-o!d tvplst In a New York oSlce. meets JIM WALLACE t th" home of her wealthy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE. Gvpsv is miserable because she has learned ALAN CROSRY, back Irom a year and a half In Para studying art. no longer cares for h*-j Wallace tells Gvnsv that he has been Jilted try his fiancee. To spite the girl he cares fo' he asks Gvpsv to marrv him. She first refuses, but later accept? The-, are married next morning and depart for Forest Cltv. his home town. . At Jim's home they are greeted by his aunt. MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who Immediately becomes hostile to the girl. After a few days. Aiss Wallace moves to a cottage down t.P street. She arranges a family dinner party, where Gvpsv is snubbed bv other relatives. This enrages Jim and thfv leave. Next dav Gvpsv receives a letter from Alan Crot.bv. While she is hesitating about opening it. callers arrive and she drops the leter Into a desk drawer. It Is still there when Jim comes home and lnauirles about some papers he has given her NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR She held up the envelope and started to tear one end open. Something made her hesitate. “Mrs. James Wallace’’ she read the name over again. “Mrs. James Wallace." “Alan!” the girl sobbed convulsively. “Oh, Alan—!” She flung herself face down against the pillows, and tears came unchecked. They dampened one corner of the letter to which she clung tightly. They were hot tears, wrenched forth with ' great shaking sobs. “Alan, I want you—l want you!” the girl moaned. “Oh, what am I to do?” Presently she sat up, groping for a handkerchief to dry her red and swollen eyes. She still held the letter unopened. One part of her yearned feverishly to read what Alan had written. The other part—it was fear—cautioned. “Don’t do it! You’ll be sorry.” Gypsy held the envelope and stared at it. Yes, of course, she must open it! There were a thousand things that could have hapened since she left New York. Alan might be needing her. Gypsy jumped up and crossed the room. “You’re Jim Wallace’s wife,” she told herself. “You married him to get away from all this. Alan Crosby doesn't love you. He never did love you. “Open that letter and you’ll regret it. What if he should say he’s sorry now? What can you do about It? It’s too late!” tt tt tt SHE heard a knock at the door. Gypsy stood motionless. After a moment she called out: “Who is it?” Matilda answered in her heavy accent. “It’s Miss Christopher, Ma’am. She’s downstairs waiting. She said you was expecting her.” “Tell her I’ll come in a few minutes,” Gypsy directed. She was still wearing the suit coat and hat she had put on to go out marketing. Gypsy tossed aside the hat, fluffed out her hair and went to the bathroom to dash cold water on her eyes. She could not entirely conceal the swollen lids, but powder was helpful. The last thing she did before leaving the room was to drop Alan’s letter into the desk drawer. She gave it a wistful glance, then hurried down the stairs. Miss Christopher was slender and trim and gray-haired. She sat in a straight-backed chair and as Gypsy entered the living room she arose, smiling. “How do you do, Mrs. Wallace?” she said. ~“I hope I’m not too early. T’ve just been adimiring the lines of thdt fireplace. You know, we’re going to make this into a beautiful room!” “Good morning. I hope you’ll excuse me for keeping you waiting.” Gypsy’s smile was mechanical. Miss Christopher opened her handbag and took out bits of darkcolored cloth. “Os course I understand you’re busy,” she said. “Now here are the samples and I do think this mulberry is lovely. “If you prefer a lighter shade. I’d recommend the buff. You could have the same color in this brocade if you’d rather. They’re sunproof of course. Notice the qualj. Gypsy fingered the little squares of fabric, frowning. “I’ll show you what I have in mind.” Miss Christopher continued. “Here—perhaps I’d better make a sketch. By crossing the overdrapes you get the effect of a valance in a newer way. Do you see what I mean?” Miss Christopher’s voice was bird-like. As she drew the diagram she chattered on. Gypsy, trying to listen, found that she was hearing the high, chirping syllables with-

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out the slightest realization of their meaning. The girl nodded when an answer seemed to be expected of her. Twice Miss Christopher repeated questions. She was certainly energetic. From curtains she turned the conversation to furniture and rugs and she rose from her chair and darted across the room to show just where | she would place the Georgian chest ; she recommended. Gypsy heard such phrases as “modern treatment” and "periods in harmony” and “light values.” How had Alan learned where to send the letter? How long had he known that she was married? Gypsy puzzled over these questions. Most of all, she wanted to know whree he was and what had made him write to her. She had felt so brave when she had left without a word of farewell. Now she knew it had been running away. tt tt tt MISS CHRISTOPHER’S voice broke In upon the girl’s thoughts. “If you’d care to show me the upstairs rooms now ” she began, but Gypsy interrupted. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m afraid we’ll have to make it some other time. I have some appointments that I really must keep.” “Oh, I hope I haven’t delayed you! Suppose I telephone early next week. Would that do? It’s such a pleasure to work with you, Mrs. Wallace. “I’ll follow out your suggestions about the curtains and when I come again, I’ll let you know the best price I can get on that chest. Well —I must run! Goodby.” Gypsy went to the door with her. After that there was a conference with the man from the electric shop who was waiting in the kitchen. It was 12:30 when he was gone and Matilda announced luncheon was ready. Gypsy was not hungry, but she had told Matilda what to prepare, so she went to the dining room. She was still at the table, when the door bell rang. “It’s a lady to see you,” Matilda announced. “She says her name’s Miss Manley.” Gypsy rose and hurried to the hall. Abbie Manley came toward her with both hands out. “My dear,” she exclaimed, “I hope you’ll forgive me for coming at such an outrageous hour. “If I’ve disturbed your luncheon, please go on with it. I was so anxious to see you and this was the only chance I had—” “I'm glad you did come,” Gypsy told her. “Do sit down." She led the way into the living room. Abbie sank into an armchair and Gypsy sat opposite her. Mrs. Manley paused an instant and then words rushed on. “I want to tell you how dreadfully I feel about what happened last night. Lucia and Ellen deserved every word Jim said to them. “Oh, yes, they did! Lucia Wallace is a cat and the whole town knows it. Only you mustn’t think we’re all like her. Ben’s a good sort but he lets Ms wife tell Mm what to do. Charles and I want you to feel that we’re your friends.” “It’s lovely of you to come and tell me this,” Gypsy said, her lip trembling. “You poor child! And I’m afraid you’ve been crying this morning. Now just forget th e whole thing! Wipe it out of your mind. “I want to know what evening next week you and Jim can have dinner with us.” “Why—l’m not sure—” “How about Wednesday? If anything comes up so that you won’t be able to make it, you can telephone. My dear, I’ve spent two hours at the dentist's and I’ll declare I’m worn out!” “Then you haven’t had lunch? Why didn’t I think of that!” Gypsy was on lier feet, but Mrs. Manley stopped her. “I couldn’t eat a bite. No, I really couldn't. But a cup of coffee would be a heaven-sent blessing. Not a tMng with it—just coffee!” Gypsy went to tell Matilda to prepare the coffee. When she returned Mrs. Manley launched forth about her difficulties with a dressmaker. Gypsy warmed to Abbie’s frank friendliness and forgave, her garrulity. The coffee was served and still Abbie chatted. It was nearly 3 o’clock when she departed. a tt a AS the front door closed Gypsy heard Matilda's heavy footsteps. “Mis’ Wallace,” the cook com-

plained, “the groceries haven’t come yet. Do you think maybe they’ve forgotten to send them?” Gypsy’s exclamation was sharp and low. “I didn’t order them!” she wailed. “After that woman came this morning, I forgot all about it.” “If you’re going to have baked halibut it ought to be here,” Matilda insisted. “I was just getting ready to mix the dressing.” “I’ll go and bring the things back with me," Gypsy decided. “There’s no telling when they’d come if we waited for delivery service. I’ll go right'away.” She ran upstairs for her hat and coat. The letter from Alan was waiting in the desk drawer where it had been since morning. There was no time to open it now. Gypsy threw on her wraps and hurried out of the house. Pat was in the side yard and at sight of her he came galloping. “You can’t come tMs time,” Gypsy told him. “Now go back!” The dog’s head drooped and he eyed her appealingly. Instead of turning the terrier came toward her slowly. “Go back!” Gypsy repeated sternly. Pat’s bright eyes were fixed on hers. The girl walked away. She had nearly reached the street when she gave a quick glance over her shoulder. There in the middle of the walk was Pat, picture of dejection. It was too much for Gypsy. She relented. “Come on, old fellow,” she called. With wriggles and bounds the little black and white figure shot forward. It was fifteen minutes’ walk to the market district. They made the rounds of the vegetable and fruit stalls and Gypsy’s arms were soon piled with bundles. After the white-coated fish salesman had weighed and wrapped the halibut, they started home. Pat was on good behavier, keeping close to the girl’s heels all the way. When they reached the house the girl’s arms were acMng, She could not ,c pen the door and rang the bell. Matilda appeared and relieved her of the bundles. “Get the fish on at once,” Gypsy instructed her. “Never mind about dressing. You can bake it without this time. The rest of the things will be delivered in the morning.” “Yes, ma’am.” What aday! Gypsy sank down on the davenport to rest for a moment. Pat’s little cold nose touched her fingers. She let the dog climb up beside her and slipped her arms around him. She was there when Jim Wallace arrived at 5 o’clock. He came in briskly. “Well,” he said, “you two look comfortable. Say, Gypsy, I’ve got another estimate on the new rooi for the garage. What did you do with those figures I got from Bradley?” “They’re upstairs in the desk in my room. Do you want them?”

(To Be Continued) STICKERS A Can you draw the above diagram without removing the pencil from the paper and without going ovef any line more than once? 31

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