Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 280, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 April 1931 — Page 24

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m PsQs—M, b, j LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of‘HEART HUNGRY,‘etc.

, begin here today GYPSY Me BRIDGE. 18-vear-oKI tvpist YoTk offlce ' meet* JIM Wallace at the home of her wealthy coualn. ANNE THROW-BRIDGE. Oypsv Is JJ*5f t*hle berause she has learned ALAN CRORBY. back from a year and a half in Paris studying art, no longer cares for her Wallace tells Gvpsv that he has been lilted by his fiancee To spite the girl he cares for he asks Gypsy to marry htm she first refuses, later accepts. They are married next dav and depart for Forest City, his home town. At Jim's home they are greeted by hia aunt, MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who immediately becomes hostile to the girl. A few days later Miss Wallace moves to a cottage of her own She gives a family dinner party, at which Gvpsv is anubbed by other relatives. Jim undertakes the defense of NINA ROBERTS, accused of murdering her employer. DR FOWLER The case is sensational. with circumstantial evidence atror.glv against the girl Gypsy becomes deeply Interested In the murder case and persuades Jim to take her to see Nina Roberts Nina asks her to return alone. The following Monday. Gypsy goes again to the prison. NOW GO OK WTTM THE STORY Chapter Twenty-Six (Continued; “Here's a funny thing about that bird, Fowler. Three-fourths of his patients were women. I went through some of his books this afternoon. “Nina doesn’t known—or claims she doesn’t know —much about them, because most of his consultations were at the patients’ homes. There was a man in the office, though, an hour before Fowler was shot. Robert Kimball, his name is. He’s an advertising salesman. I talked to him this afternoon.” “What’s he like?” a a a JIM shrugged his shoulders. “Ordinary. About 35, I should say. Looked scared when I told him who I was, but his story seemed straight enough. Kimball said he went to see Fowler because his throat had been bothering him, and his wife—” “Was his wife one of Fowler’s patient?;?” Gypsy demanded excitedly. “No. His wife had insisted he should see a doctor, but Kir’>all forgot about it until he happened to see Fowler’s office sign. “He says Fowler examined him, gave him a prescription, and that he left about ten minutes after 5. A?; nearly as I can check, the story’s straight.” “Why were Nina and Fowler working so late that evening?” Gypsy asked. “She says it wasn’t unusual at all for her to stay as late as 6. Fowler would be out on calls early in the afternoon and then come in at 4 or 5 o'clock and want her to write! letters or go over accounts. That 1 evening she had been making out ! bills.” They had gone over most of this I 8 hundred times before. “But, Jim, isn’t there any way for her to prove she was out of the office when the shot was fired?” “I haven’t anything but her word for it.” "The girl she telephoned to—?” “Oh, yes. Nina’s roommate. She says Nina called her and they talked for several minutes about plans for the evening, but it was a public telephone and no record is kept of the calls made. “Besides, there’s no way of checking the time.” tt a GYPSY was silent. Presently she asked: "What day is the trial?” “Begins next Tuesday.” There was a calendar on the wall opposite. Today was Thursday. Five days more and Nina Roberts would face the twelve men who would decide her fate. , “Jim,” the girl said earnestly, 'take me to see Nina tomorrow, won’t you? Please!” Jim surprised her. “All right,” he said. “What time do vou want to go?” Any time. Any time that suits you.” “Well, how about 2 o’clock?” T’ll be ready,” Gypsy promised. “I’ll take the car downtown and meet you at your office.” Gypsy was punctual. It was five minutes before 2 next day when she opened the door leading to the offices of Harrison, Mills & Wallace. The secretary announced her and a moment Jim appeared. I-Ie was pulling on his topcoat, “Be with you right away,” he s-''.id, dodging back into his office. He reappeared and paused long chough to give the girl at the desksome instructions. Then he and Gypsy went down the stairs. It was ten minutes’ walk to the jail. The structure was on a back street, gray and formidable. The man who unbolted the heavy door grinned good naturedly at Jim. “How’re you, Mr. Wallace?” he greeted him.

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“Hello, Steve. We’d like to see ! Miss Roberts.” “I guess she's here, all right,” the | man called Steve answered. “Just a minute and I’ll call the matron.” He left them. A moment later Jim Wallace glanced at his wife. “Why, Gypsy,” he exclaimed, “what’s the matter?” Ct YPSY’S hand trembled on ¥ Jim's arm. “I'm all right,” she said; “only it seems so awful to be in a place like this.” ‘I told you you shouldn’t have come,” Jim reminded her. “But I don't mean for myself. I mean for prisoners—people accused of committing crimes. Those bars at the windows and heavy chains—aren’t they horrible?” The jail guard returned with a large vcman dressed in blue. She | was introduced as Mrs. Sloan, the j matron, and led them up a flight of j stairs. ‘Nina doesn’t seem to be feeling ; very well,” Mrs. Sloan confided. “I i don’t know what’s the matter. She won’t eat her meals.” “Does she complain of feeling sick?” “No. Just doesn’t eat and lies on her cot most of the time. I don’t think she sleeps much.” Her voice died away as they approached a tier of cells. This was the woman’s ward. Gypsy caught glimpses behind bars of several kimono-clad figures. Mrs. i Sloan walked ahead, paused before a cell, and inserted a key in the lock. A girl was sitting inside with her back toward them, and at the sound of the key in the lock she swung around. “Here’s some company for you, Nina,” Mrs. Sloan said brisky. “Go j right inside, Mr. Wallace.” The matron waited while Gypsy and Jim entered the tiny place. Then she closed the door after them and locked it, promising to be back in ten minutes. “Good afternoon, Nina,” Jim began easily. “This is Mrs. Wallace, my wife. She’s been interested in what I've told her about your case and wanted to come to see you.” Nina Roberts stood up. She was taller than Gypsy, but even in the ugly prison apron her figure looked slim and graceful. The feature of the girl’s face that seared itself into memory were her dark eyes. They were large eyes—seeming even larger against her pallid skin. They turned on Gypsy with a feverish, questioning intensity. Nina’s hair was dark brown, pulled back from her forehead and fastened in a knot at her neck. Her face was untouched by rouge or powder. Gypsy, who had seen the girl’s photograph in newspapers, was shocked to find how different she looked. Gypsy stepped forward now and put out her hand. “How do yqp do, Miss Roberts?” | she said. “I hope you don’t mind our coming. I really feel I know you because of all I’ve heard of you from Jim.” Nina Roberts did not smile. “I don’t mind,” she said. After an instant she added, “Won’t you sit down?” a a tt THERE was one chair beside the cot in the cell. Gypsy took the chair and Jim leaned against the door. Nina resumed her seat on the cot. A moment of awkward pause followed. Then Jim said: “You’ve had lunch. I suppose? How’s the food these days. Is it any better?” “It’s all right,” Nina told him. She spoke in a low voice, with scarcely any inflection. Her eyes 1 continued to watch Gypsy. “Sleep well?” Jim persisted. “I guess so.” '. Gypsy wondered why Jim did not realize such questioning was useless. She leaned forward. “Miss Roberts,” she began, ”1 want you to know I believe you're innocent of this terrible crime and I believe my husband is going to prove it. I’m ' sure he will! “You mustn't lose courage now. I only wish there were something I | could do to make these long days pass more quickly ” “Why should I want them to pass?” Nina asked, bitterly. “They’re going fast enough.” The eyes of the two girls met. In that flashing instant Nina Roberts looked very helpless, very young. Gypsy went to her and slipped an arm about her shoulders. ‘.’Please,” she begged, “don’t talk that way. Jim and I both want to

help you. You must io your part, too!” Jim moved restlessly. They heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor. It was Mrs. Sloan returning with her heavy ring of keys. Gypsystood up, suddenly self-conscious. It, was while the matron was inserting the key in the lock and Jim’s back was turned, watching her, that Nina Roberts suddenly came close to the other girl. “Come back,” she whispered, “alone.” Gypsy had barely time to conquer her surprise and nod in answer before she was outside the cell, following Jim down the corridor. “What do you think of her?” he asked when they reached the sidewalk. Gypsy drew a long breath, “I’m sorry for her,” she said. “Jim, she couldn’t have done that hideous thing. Why, she doesn’t look any older than I do. All the time I was looking at her, I felt as though it might have been myself—” "Oh, I wouldn’t say that!” “But why couldn’t it? I worked just as she did. There were plenty of chances for the same thing to happen—only it didn’t. What I can’t understand is wi-y she doesn't talk more. Nina doesn't even try to defend herself.” “I’ve been trying to ma*te her talk for three weeks,” Jim said grimly. “Anyway, I’m glad I went to see tier,” Gypsy continued. “Would it be all right if I made up a bundle of magazines and sent them to her?” Jim said he thought the matter could be arranged. Two blocks down the street Gypsy left him and caught her street car. Jim’s last words were that he would probably be home late. Throughout the ride home Gypsy puzzled over Nina Roberts’ whispered message. It was exciting and mysterious. There must be something Nina wanted to tell her without Jim’s knowledge. That meant Gypsy must find a way to make the visit secretly. She wondered how she could manage it, and when. Not tomorrow, w-hich was Saturday. Not Sunday. Tuesday was the date of the trial. It would have to be on Monday. As she entered the yard a succession of short, sharp barks greeted her. Pat came# forward with c rush, leaped against her, pranced about on two feet and whimpered his delight. She was rubbing his head when j Sam appeared around the corner of' the house. Sam came toward the girl determinedly. “That’s a fine dog!” he muttered sarcastically, “yes, a fine dog. Would you like to see what he’s done to the tulips, ma’am?” The tulips were the first blooms in the garden to flaunt their defiantly brilliant heads against the April winds. Sam had reported the first blossoms a week &go. Only that morning Gypsy had counted twelve. “Oh, Sam, he didn’t—” “See for yourself, ma’am. I’ve told you before there can’t be much garden so long as that dog’s allowed to dig and scratch wherever he takes the notion. I know what I’d do with him if he was mine! I know that all right enough!”

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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APRIL 3, 1931

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