Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 286, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 April 1931 — Page 24

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BEGIN HEBE TODAT .GYPSY McBRIDE. 19-year-old trplst New York office, marries JIM WALJjACE the day after she meets him at Ji'* _ home of her wealthy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE. Oypsv has been Jilted by ALAN CROSBY back from a year and a half in Pari*, and Wallace s fiancee Just has broken their engagement. There Is no romance in the union. They co to, Jim's home In Forest City, Where his relatives snub Gyspv. Jim. who Is a lawver. undertakes the defense of NINA ROBERTS, accused of murdering her employer. DR. FOWLER. Gvpsy becomes deeply interested in the gj&w On impulse she goes to see MRS FOWLER, widow of the victim, and finds ner hysterical over her adopted son's illness. The woman admits she shot her husband to save the child’s life. Gypsy persuades her to go to Jim and confess, keeping her own part in the affair secret. Nina is acoultted. Jim and Gypsy spend a day In the country, stooping at Jackson's Creek. f*vorl*£ olcnlc haunt of his boyhood. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Chapter Thirty-One (Continued) “How do you do, Mr. Wallace. I understand you have a sick dog. Where’ll I find him?” “Here," Jim said, pointing to the davenport. “I guess it’s poison, Doc. He seems pretty bad.” The proprietor of the pet hospital approached Pat. “I see,” he said speculatively. He knelt beside the terrier and studied his eyes. A moment later he had the medical case open on the table and was preparing a mixture. Jim held the dog’s body rigid while the veterinarian forced the dose down the animal’s throat. There were writhings and wrigRlings and more cries of pain. For nearly an hour Dr. Loomis stayed watching the dog, trying to relieve his torture. “I can’t promise anything,” the veterinarian said as he finally turned to leave. “It’s impossible to be sure how much of the poison the dog swallowed. If he didn't get too much, the medicines ought to do the work. > ‘You can feel encouraged that he’s stayed alive this long. Most poisons work fast. Well, I’ll say good-day now. Give me a ring about 7 o’clock, will you?” “You’re sure there’s nothing more you can do?” Gypsy asked anxiously. “Nothing to do now but wait,” Loomis said, shaking his head. “The animal has a chance, all right. If there’s any decided change, I’d like to hear about it.” He went then. Gypsy and Jim lingered beside the sick dog. Presently Jim left to telephone that he would not return to the office that afternoon. a a a V T DON’T like the way his eyes JL look,” Jim complained, leaning forward and staring at Pat intently. “Dr. Loomis said he had a chance!” Later Gypsy stole out of*the room and left the two together. Dusk came and Jim did not turn on the light in the living room. When dinner was served he refused to leave the dog. Gypsy sat by Pat. while her husband snatched a hasty meal. Then she went to the table and Jim took up his watch again. At 7 o’clock he insisted Loomis should return and have a look at the terrier. The report from the second visit was more hopeful. The veterinarian said he believed Pat would pull through. He gave instructions for the dog’s care next day. Again if anything unusual happened, he asked to be notified. “My land—the way Mr. Wallace acts you’d think it was a person that was sick!” Matilda declared to Gypsy in the kitchen. “But he’s had Pat ever since the dog was a tiny puppy,” the girl said. ‘Besides, Pat’s such a good dog! It nearly breaks my heart to see him lie there suffering and so helpless. It’s so much worse because he can’t tell us how he feels!” “Pitiful, all right,” Matilda agreed half-heartedly, “but I never saw goings-on over a sick dog before.” There were to be further “goingson.” All through the night Jim and Gypsy alternated in constant vigil over Pat. Jim stayed with the dog until 1 o’clock. Then Gypsy appeared, wrapped in her yellow bathrobe, and insisted that he should get some sleep. At 4 o’clock Jim was back again, sleepy-eyed but firm in his determination to take the girl’s place. Little Pat seemed quieter. He was dozing. ** By morning they knew the dog would recover. Pat even rallied to the extent of beating a feeble rat-a-tat-tat with his tail when Jim looked in on him before going to the office. There was great, rejoicing in the household. Two days more and the terrier semed to be romping as gaily as

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ever. His antics, however, were . governed by anew routine. There was no more trotting off by himself throughout the neighborhood when he chose. Pat remained indoors or in a square wire runway at the back of the house, except when Gypsy took him with her on his leash. They went shopping each morning together and for long walks in; the afternoon. Gypsy had discov-1 ered the country-side surrounding i Forest City was glorious in May. Lilac blossoms had come and faded and now plum and apple trees were leaded with snowy fragrance. Whichever way she walked, she sniffed their honeyed sweetness. The trees were in full foliage. Their fresh green branches waved in stately grace. There were shrubs covered with yellow, pink and crimson blossoms. With a proud smile she exhibited to Jim one evening the day’s trophy—the first rose. ’ a a a IT WAS a tiny wild one she had found in a sunny hollow place at the very edge of the city. “Getting far afield, aren’t you?” Jim asked. “But I like to discover new places. It’s such fun. See—isn’t it fragrant?” “Tell you what we’ll do,” Jim announced. “How about driving out to Jackson’s Creek Sunday? You’re always talking about flowers. Say —you’ll find violets out there thick as a carpet on the ground. White ones, mostly. “They grow down on each side of the creek where the trees shade them. All kinds of wild flowers out there. I don’t believe the kids go out there any more the way they used to. Jackson’s creek was the old swimmin’ hole in my day.” “I’d love to go, Jim! Matilda can pack a lunch and we’ll make it a picnic.” Gypsy made plans for the expedition enthusiastically. It was the first time she and Jim had arranged an outing—even such a small one as a drive into the country. She planned a lunch which included cold fried chicken, fresh rolls, salad and pickles and a marvel of a chocolate cake with thick fudge icing. Fruit and two thermos bottles went into the lunch basket—one for steaming coffee and the other for ice water. The Sunday they had selected was the second day of June. The sun shone brightly. Gypsy came out of the house in a green knitted dress and jacket. About her head, bandanna fashion, she had tied a scarf of scarlet and black and gold. As she stepped into the roadster Jim grinned. “You look your name today,” he told her. “Yes sir—regular gypsy!” j “Any criticisms?” “None whatever. That was meant; to be a compliment.” ‘Thank you, sir,” Gypsy spoke demurely, but her eyes held laughter. She was blushing. Pat climbed up to his post beside them and the roadster was off. It was almost noon when they reached the nearest approach to Jackson’s Creek. They left the car and Jim, bearing the lunch basket, led the way. The terrier pattered beside him. “Here we are,” Jim announced. ‘Say—it all looks natural. I haven’t been here in five years.” They were standing on a sloping hillside. Through the trees twenty yards away the narrow stream flashed old in the sunlight. The ground, as Jim had predicted, was carpeted with bright green. Trees, crowding together at either side of the opening, cast long, dark shadows. There was a path leading toward the creek. For a half hour Gypsy explored excitedly. Then they opened the lunch basket. Jim spread a robe on the ground and they did justice to Matilda’s delicious cooking. The terrier sat politely, ever alert for tid-bits. Occasionally they heard bird calls. The leaves above rustled faintly. Otherwise the scene was one of perfect peace. Jim Wallace leaned nearer to the girl. “You’re looking beautiful today,” he said earnestly. “Do you know that?” Gypsy raised her head. She tried to laugh, but the laugh caught in her throat. For a long moment their eyes met. Suddenly Jim’s arms went around her. His lips pressed against hers.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO GYPSY drew back with crimson cheeks and forced a jaugh. “Why, Jim!” she exclaimed, “are you growing romantic?” “I don’t know. Would you mind?” 1 “But it isn’t like you! You’re—you’re not like that at all!” She turned away from him and reached for a yellow blossom that Jurt was within arm’s length. Sharp barks from Pat Interrupted the conversation. Both Jim and Gypsy scrambled to their feet. Thirty yards away in the thicket the terrier had treed a squirrel. It was several minutes before Jim with stern, loud-voiced orders had forced him to retreat to the clearing. “Shouldn’t we be starting back?” Gypsy asked. She was leaning against the big oak tree, a hand on each hip. In her green dress and scarlet scarf she might have been a woc-i creature. Dark wisps of wind-blown curls had escaped from beneath the scarf. “Oh, it’s early. Can’t be more than 2 o’clock.” Jim squinted at the sun which was high overhead. “Sit down, Gypsy. I want to have a talk with you.” Gypsy drew her features into mock solemnity. “Yes, Marsa Jim,” she said. She sank down, tucking both feet beneath her. Jim took a cigaret from a leather case, lighted it with elaborate attention to the ceremony. “How about this—venture —of ours?’\ he asked in a voice that was controlled carefully. “Do you ever regret it?” “Why should I?” “Plenty of reasons.” The girl was serious now. “It’s been like anew world,” she said. “Do you suppose I can regret getting away from subway jams, rushing to work and rushing home again at night, pounding a typewriter until my shoulders ached, horrible meals at lunch counters and every night the same monotonous round ahead of me next day? “Do you think I can regret that? Look—look, what there is here!” She waved toward the stream and the trees. “Oh Jim, I hope you understand that I’m grateful—” He had been watching her face. “But there are things—and persons —you care about that you left,” he suggested. Gypsy smiled cynically. “No one can have everything. You’ve given me far more than I deserve.” There was a pause. Then the girl snoke again. “Have you regretted it?” “No. I never regret anything. Don’t believe in it.” “That’s a good rule,” Gypsy agreed, “if you can make it work.”

(To Be Continued)

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