Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 295, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 April 1931 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY gypsy mcbride. i9-vear-o;d_New Tork tvplst. marries JIM WALLACE the C*v after rha meets him at the home of her wealth? cousin. ANN TROWBRIDGE Grosv has been ptlted bv ALAN CROSBY. lust returned from a year and a hkif In Paris studvin* art. and Wallace s fiancee had broken their engagement to marry a wealthier man. Jim and Gvpsv go to Forest CltT. where Jim has a thriving law practice. His relatives are hostile to Gvpsv. Thev snub her. MARCIA LCRING, Jim's former fiancee marries EROCK PHILLIPS. millionaire's son. Months pass and news comes that Brock Phillips has been killed in a fall from s horse Marcia returns to Forest City. She consults Jim about her financial matters and later tells him her marriage to Phillips was a mistake Jim trtes to remain loyal to Gvpsv. but sees Marcia frequently. Gvpsv is aware of the situation and worries One day in a heautv shon she overhears gosslD that “Jim Wallace is going to leave Ms wife.” Next dav Gvpsv sees Marcia Phillips coming ud the walk. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER"THIRTY-NINE THE dinner for Mark Harrison was an evening Gypsy liked to think of afterward. The day had been warm, but by 5 o’clock a faint breeze was stirring. Sam put leaves In the table on the porch and Gypsy got out the finest damask in the collection of linen. She put tall white tapers in the silver candlesticks and in the center of the table a low bowl of pink roses. They were from the garden, freshly cut and sweet. Gypsy wore the chiffon frock with its bright colors against a creamy background. She was a very attractive young hostess as she greeted the gray-haired lawyer. Jim was in his most charming mood. “Glad to see you, my dear,” Harrison said heartily. “Glad to be here. It’s thoughtful of you young folks to bother with an old man.” “We’ve wanted you to come to see us for a long while,” Gypsy told him. 'Did you? Well, I should have come. Nice place you’ve got here—yes, a fine old home!” He looked up at the high ceilinged walls, sighted as though he might be thinking of days when he had sat in that room as the guest of Jim’s father. Instead of being gloomy, he smiled and began an amusing anecdote. They went out to the porch and Matilda began to serve the meal. Harrison enjoyed himself. He seemed delighted with the outdoor dining room, praised the garden and promised to return some day to see it in the sunshine. He told stories that were delightfully humorous and he talked seriously. They lngered over dessert. At last Gypsy led the way back to the living room and for two more hours Mark Harrison entertained them. When he finally rose to go, he took Gypsy’s hand in his. “She’s a fine girl, Jim,” he said, smiling. “I envy you. Take good care of her!” After the lawyer was gone Gypsy went to the kitchen to have a last look and see that all was well there. She was feeling almost happy a little later when she climbed the stairs. The mood continued throughout the morning next day and until early afternoon. Then as Gypsy stepped out to bring in the letters the postman had left she saw Marcia Phillips coming up the walk. THERE was no chance for retreat. Already Marcia was half way up the walk. She looked cool and serene in a white silk sports frock and broad-brimmed sun hat. Everything about Marcia suggested exquisite grooming. Gypsy's own linen house dress was rumpled and her nose was bleaming. She forgot the letters in the posti box. She did not even try to summon a smile, but stood there waiting. Gypsy, whatever else her sins might be, never was hypocritical. Marcia called in her sweetest tone: ' I’m so glad to find you home.” She came up the steps. Her manner and expression had their usual air of superiority. “Won't you come in?” “Thanks. Isn’t it nice and cool in hare?” Marcia said as they entered the living room. “You know, I thought you might be out at the club, at the tennis tournament. Every one in town seems to be there!” The “club” of course was the Glendale Country Club. Gypsy had read about the tournament, but she never had been invited to the club house. “I don’t know anything about tennis,” she admitted. . “Really? Well, I often think myself that sports are boring. I’m not good at any of them, but sitting through tournaments and congratulating the winners and all that seems to be the thing to do. I wish

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I had your strength of character and could stay out of it.” Gypsy made no reply. She was contrasting Marcia’s 6lim kid pumps with her own grimy sandals. “You know, for neighbors we scarcely see each other,” Marcia continued after a moment. “I thought you promised to come to call.” Gypsy’s embarrassment showed in her face. “I—l’ve been awfully busy," she alibied. “There are so many things to think about in a house. Then the garden takes a lot of time. I suppose I'm out there mere than I need to be, but I love it. Would you like to see the garden?” Marcia leaned back in her chair and smiled. “I’d love to,” she said, “—later.” “How is Aunt Eljen?” “Oh, she’s fairly well. Feels the heat. I’m rather concerned about her. Aunt Ellen’s such a darling. Don’t you thing so? “She’s been so wonderfully kind to me. I’ve been urging her to get away somewhere where it’s cooler, but I don’t suppose she’ll go.” “You’re here yourself for quite a while?” Gypsy spoke casually, wondering if her voice betrayed her trepidation, “Indefinite! v ”

WHAT had this other girl come for? Gypsy knew very well It was not merely to discuss the heat and Aunt Ellen’s health. There was some other purpose back of Marcia Phillips’ visit. She was puzzling over the problem when Marcia’s voice broke in again. “Forest City has been very good for me,” she said languidly. “I suppose I’m sentimental about the place. My happiest days have all been spent here.” She eyed Gypsy narrowly. “Oh, don’t be shocked! I suppose it s not the conventional thing for a young widow to say, but it’s quite true. I’ve known more happiness in this little town than anywhere else.” “I like the town myself,” Gypsy agreed. Why must everything she said to this sleekly beautiful creature sound so banal? “Oh, do you really? I didn’t know. I thought you might be anxious to see New York again.” Gypsy shook her head. “We’re not planning on going east soon.” For an instant she thought Marcia •had dropped her pose and that a look of pure hatred gleamed from the gray-blue eyes. If she was correct, the look disappeared as quickly as it had come. Marcia picked up a palm leaf fan from the table and fanned herself indolently. “What are your plans? she asked quietly. “Why—why I don’t know! Just the usual thing, I guess. Jim hasn’t been able to arrange a vacation because there’s been so much work and the other partners have been away. Later perhaps we may go —— - ’ “I see,” said Marcia. She hesitated a moment, dropped the fan and studied its design. “How long have you been here?” “Four months. We came the first week in March.” Marcia nodded. “You and Jim hadn’t known each other long before your marriage, had you?” “Not so very long.” “That’s what I understood. Os course, Jim and I have been friends almost as long as I can remember. He used to carry my books home from school. “Jim was older, but he never seemed to like any of the older girls so well. We used to go to parties together, too. Oh, there 3re so many things I remember—picnics, football games, moonlit drives." Gypsy’s cheeks had lost their color. Her eyes -studied the other girl intently. “Jim told me,” she said. “Jim told you?” Suddenly Marcia Phillips’ voice rose to a harsh voice. “Just what did he tell you, if I may ask.” “He told me you used to be engaged.” Marcia straightened In her chair. “That’s right,” she said. “We were engaged. We were engaged until four months ago. Such a foolish little lovers’ quarrel something about dancing with another man at a party—made me give back his ring.” The next thing I heard Jim was married. My pride was hurt. Brock ' Phillips had been urging ms to ! marry him for months. In a reck-

less moment I agreed. Brock gave me everything, but I didn’t love him. I never could love him—” “Why are you telling all this to me?” Gypsy asked in a strained voice. “Because you took him away. You did!” Suddenly the gray-blue eyes blazed. “I came here today to tell you something. You’ve got to give up Jim Wallace! You have his name all right, but I’m the one who has his love. You’ve got to give him up!” “I—l don’t understand!” “Oh, yes, you do. You know Jim Wallace never cared for you. He married only you because he was jealous and angry. At the very time he was listening to the marriage ceremony,* I was the one he was thinking of! “I tell you Jim loves me and I love him. You’ve got to go away—divorce him. You’ve got to free him!” “You want me to divorce Jim?” “Os course. It’s the only way to make things right.” a a a GYPSY was silent, looking down i at the floor. “I’m sorry,” she I said presently, “I can’t do it.” “You mean you won’t? Oh, but 1 you’ll hav eto! You can’t keep a man tied to you legally when he doesn’t love you. It’s immoral. Why, it’s barbarous! You couldn’t do a thing like that!” “Yes,” Gypsy replied, “I think I could. It seems better to me to keep a husband than to try to take someone else’s ” Marcia Phillips rose to her feet. Her usual pallor was heightened. The flame-red lips were distorted with anger and her eyes flashed. “You’ll be sorry you said that!” she threatened. “No wonder Jim doesn’t care anything about you. You’re just a common little nobody after his money. “I had no idea you were so contemptible! Well, you’ll have to give him up just the same! You’ll see!” Gypsy was standing, too, now. “If Jim wants me to divorce him,” she said evenly, “he’ll have to tell me himself. I don’t know why you came here, but I know it wasn’t because Jim told you to. “I don’t believe he knows anything about it. It seems to me this matter is between Jim and me and not for outsiders.” “Oh” exclaimed Marcia. It seemed as far as vocal powers could carry her. She was half way to the door. Suddenly she turned and glared back at Gypsy. “You think you’ve got him, don’t you? We’ll see about that!” A young woman wearing Marcia’s scant garb scarcely could be said to “flounce” from the house, and yet that was the impression created as, with head high and quick, jerking steps, she hurried through the door and down the steps. Gypsy, watching, saw Marcia turn in the direction of Aunt Ellen’s : cottage. Slowly Gypsy came back to the living rcom. It was very warm. She started to pick up the palm leaf fan, then realizing that Marcia .had just held it, dropped it. There was a large square envelope on the table, and this she picked up instead, and brushed it back and forth aimlessly. There had been times—plenty of them—in Gypsy’s comparatively brief young life when she had regretted hasty, impulsive speeches. She was not regretful now. “I’m glad I said it!” she told herself. “I’m glad I said it!”

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