Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 288, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 April 1931 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY MCBRIDE. 19-ycar-old New marrl * s - nM WALLACE the he? IXliffiS m(,et * him at the home of BREDOr Uhy CoUsln - ANNE TROWGypsv had been lilted by ALAN JS* from a year and f In Paris atudylre a’-t. and Wal- * fiancee had broken their ensraseff*?* marry a wealthier man. There la no romance, in the union. ST* 1 P yvry P° to Forest City, where Jim haa a thriving law practice. His relatives, particularly AUNT ELLEN who has kept house for him. are hostile Gypsv They snub her. Aunt Ellen moves to a cottage of her own. Alan Crosby writes to Gypsv. she returns the letter unopened. MARCIA LORING. Jim’s former fiancee, marries BROCK PHILLIPS, millionaire's son Months pass and news comes that Brock Phillips has been killed in a fall from a horse. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (Con.) “That’s Ft. Worth. Did you hear the announcer? Say—this is a great night for reception. Wonder if I can get Montreal.” For a while longer he twisted the dials. Then he suggested, “If you want that letter to get off tonight, 111 take it to the postoffice and mail it for you.” “Oh, you don’t need to do that, it can wait till tomorrow.” "It’s to Nina, isn’t it?” “Yes. I thought she’d be glad to hear from someone. Besides, it was thoughtful of her to write.” “Well, if i take it downtown now she’ll probably get it a whole day sooner. Think I’d enjoy getting out anyhow. Want to come along?” a u tt THE invitation was an afterthought. Gypsy, whose eyes were carefully intent on the printed page before her, noted this. Jim had said, “I’ll take it” —not “Let’s take it.” The girl shook her head, “No, thanks,” she said. “You go if you want to. I think I’d rather stay in.” She was in her room an hour and a half later when she heard Jim enter the house. A little later he came up the stairs. He did not pause or knock at her door. Marcia Phillips’ arrival in Forest City undoubtedly complicated a troubled situation. It brought immediate consequences. Among these was Jim’s and Gypsy’s first quarrel. It was two days later. Gypsy had just come in from taking Pat for a long walk. She hung away her coat and hat, went to the kitchen to tell Matilda she was back, and returned to the living room. There was Jim. “Why, Jim!” she exclaimed, “how did you get here so early? It can’t be 4 o’clock!” “Oh, I decided to cut loose. Came home to get you to go down and call on Marcia Phillips ” Surprise was followed by consternation. “But I couldn’t do that! I don’t know her.” Well, she’s been here three days. It doesn’t seem right to stay away any longer. Only decent to offer sympathy. We’li go together.” “Where is she?” “Still at Aunt Ellen’s. Right here in the same block with us.” Gypsy came forward. The three little lines that appeared in her forehead whenever she was overanxious were there now. “Please, Jim,” she said appealingly. “I'd rather not go. I—well, I just can’t bring myself to enter ycur aunt’s house. If it was some place else it would be different.” “But that’s nonsense. You’ll have to get over it some time. Aunt Ellen came here, you know. You ought to be willing to go half way If she is.” “It isn’t going half way. She came to deliver a message to you. Anyhow, I don’t want to go there.” “Just the same I want you to! Why, I’ve known Marcia ever since we were kids in high school. Now that she’s lost her husband I'd be a fine one, wouldn't I. never even to go near? We won't need to stay long. We can be back in thirty minutes ” a a a GYPSY shook her head. “I can't go to your aunt’s house,” she said Jim had taken out a cigaret. He threw it down unlighted, “That’s nothing but an excuse,” he said angrily. “You know it. You're only saying that because you don’t want to go!” “I tell you I'm not. I’ve had all the insults from your relatives I Intend to listen to! I'm not going out of my way to hear more of them!’’ “Now, Gypsy, I tell you I want you to do this! When did you get so thin-skinned about Aunt Ellen? She isn’t going to hurt you. It's Marcia we’re going to see, anyhow.

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I’ve got to make this call and you’re going to make it with me." “Oh, no, I’m not!” The Mcßride temper was asserting itself Gypsy’s dark eyes flashed. “But I say you are!” “I'm not I tell you! I’m not!” One little brown oxford stamped the floor. Suddenly tears blinded the girl. Whirling, she ran from the room and up the stairway. A moment later, safe in her own room, the door slammed behind her sharply. It was unusual for Gypsy to weep. Now that the torrent was unleashed, it continued for several minutes. No sound came from down stairs. She sat ,up, looking down at the rose satin cushion beneath her elbow. Shame and humiliation colored her cheeks. The visit to Marcia was unimportant. What hurt acutely was the memory of the quarrel. How could she ever have said such things to Jim! How could she have lost her temper so completely? a a a THE angry words and defiant tones still rang in her ears. Gypsy was miserable. Os course, Jim had been right, she should have gone with him. It had been cruel of her to fling Aunt Ellen’s actions in his face after the loyal way he had defended her. Besides—her objections had been a pretense. The truth was that she did not want to call on Marcia Phillips. Presently it occurred to Gypsy that she could right the situation. She ran to bathe her eyes with cold water. A quick dab with the powder puff, a touch of lipstick and she hurried down stairs. “Jim,” she called eagerly “Jim ” “Jim,” she called eagerly. “Jim— He was not in the living room. She glanced into the library. No one there. A quick search showed the house was deserted except for Matilda and Cora in the kitchen. Gypsy returned to the living room. She remembered that Jim’s hat had been on the table near the door. Now the hat was gone. She heard Pat’s little feet pattering across the hall door. The fox terrier appeared and at sight of her his tail bobbed cheerfully. Gypsy padi no attention. Pa’t swaggered up to her. Presently a cool nose was nuzzling against her fingers. The girl moved to make room for him and the terrier jumped up beside her. He pressed his small head against her, looking up anxiously. Gypsy stroked his chin, but did not speak. tt tt IT was nearly 6 when Jim returned. Gypsy was waiting for him. Before they went into dinner she tried to apologize for the earlier scene. Jim interrupted : “Forget about it,” he said quickly. ‘I was to blame. Please don’t think about it any more.” “But I’ll go with you, Jim. I should have when you asked me first. I—l want to go.” Wallace shook his head. “Best to forget the whole thing,” he said. | “No importance anyhow. By the way, I ordered some shirts that should be sent out tomorrow. They’re from Kent’s.” The conversation, once turned, did not return to the disagreement. Gypsy felt certain Jim had called at his aunt’s home, but he did not mention the fact and, she could not l ask. At the dinner table and later Jim | was, as usual, scrupulously consid-1 erate. Occasionally the girl thought ’ he seemed preoccupied, but a. moment later he would turn to her with a bit of news from the office or to ask how Sam was progressing with the new flagstone path. He left her at 8:30 to withdraw to his desk in the library. All the rest of the week Gypsy watched for danger signals. On Friday Jim announced casually that Marcia Phillips wanted his advice on some financial problems and that he had arranged to drop in to see her the following afternoon. Gypsy glanced up quickly. There was no suggestion that she should accompany him. The girl said nothing. When she was alone, Gypsy could never get Marcia Phillips from her mind. She began to wonder what the girl looked like. Had' she really come to Forest City, because she wanted quiet? Gypsy remembered the photograph she bad seen in the newspaper and wondered if Marcia were really so beautiful. Most important of all—how did Jim feel about

Marcia? How did she feel about him? There were no answers to any of these questions. Gypsy kept her speculations to herself. a a u ABBIE MANLEY telephoned one morning and told Gypsy she had tickets for the hospital benefit garden party at the Willises the next afternoon. “It’s going to be lovely,” Abbie predicted, “Madge Wellington’s on the committee and she’s told me all about it. Can you be ready about 3:30 if I stop for you?” Gypsy was delighted with the invitation. The garden fete was sponsored by Forest City’s most conservative social leaders. The proceeds were to supply linen for the new Union Memorial hospital. The Willis home was a show place and Gypsy was anxious to see the famed rose gardens. She put on anew frock for the affair—a white crepe with touches of tomato red embroidery and a white kid belt. She wore white shoes and a white straw hat with ! a brim that lifted in front. Abbie | praised the costume. When they arrived, already a I large crowd of men and women had ! gathered about the stands where ■ girls in bright frocks were selling I flowers. Others were having cool refreshments in the shade of enormous beach umbrellas. “Look,” Abbie Manley exclaimed. “There’s Madge’s booth, where they’re selling those lovely Italian flower baskets. I must have one! Let’s go over before they’re gone.” Gypsy had been watching a small boy trying to operate a mechanical toy donkey. She turned. As she did so the profile of a young woman not ten feet away caught her attention. Gypsy knew her instantly. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR ABBIE MANLEY’S gaze followed Gypsy’s to the girl with the blonde hair. “Well, wouldn’t you think —!” Abbie began indignantly, but her words broke. There had been three women in the group. One of them (she was Mrs. Brooks, the rector’s wife) moved away. They saw that the third was Ellen Wallace. Miss Wallace was facing them. “Hello, Aunt Ellen,” Abbie said, moving forward. “How’ve you been? Hello, Marcia. My dear, you know we all sympathize with you in your sorrow. Oh, excuse me—l don’t suppose you’ve met Gypsy here. Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Wallace.” Gypsy took Marcia Phillips hand. “I’m glad to know you,” she said. The other girl’s response was a polite murmur. The photograph in the newspaper had been accurate. Marcia was beautiful. She was dressed in thin black, modest in neck and hemline, but cut to reveal the graceful, slender figure. She wore a small hat, made of folds of cloth wrapped about her head. Hair the color of pure gold, waving softly, showed beneath the edge of the turban. Her eyes were gray blue, shadowed by lashes that Gypsy’s sixth sense told her were expertly made up. Thin black brows, forming a broad arc, gave the face an unusual accent. The thin lips, which were very red, seemed, as they had in the photograph, to suggest arrogance. Gypsy knew instantly that she would not like Marcia Phillips, (To Be Continued) fTKKEftI B ? t y* (> / fA m &——— 4 The nine dots represent houses. “A” carries a newspaper to each house. The route tnat he travels is shown above in si* lines, the final house being and. iVhat is the least possible number of sk'/j it lines, in a continuous route, that wlu take the boy from “A” to “B”> It need not be the shortest route. n

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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