Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 296, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 April 1931 — Page 8

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BEGIN HIRE TODAY ■OYPSY McBRITJE. 19-vear-old New York tvDtst, marries JIM WALLACE the CSV after she meets him at the home •f her wealthy cousin. ANN TROWBRIDGE GyDav has been Jilted bv AI.AN CROSBY. Just returned from a year and a half In Paris studvlne art. Wallace's fiancee has broken their encasement to marry a richer man. Jim and Ovpsv go to Forest City. Where Jim has a thriving law practcie. Hl* relatives snub Gvdsv. Alan Crosby writes to her but she returns the letter unopened. MARCIA LORING. Jims former fiancee, marries BROCK PHILLIPS. millionaire's son. Months pass and Brock Phillips Is killed In a fal lfrom a horse. Marcia returns to Forest Cltv. She consults Jim about financial affairs and later tells him her marriage to Phillips was a mistake. She declares she cares only for him. Jim tries to remain loyal to Gypsy, but secs Marcia frequently. Gvpsy is aware of the situation and worries Marcia comes to see her and asks her to give tip Jim Ovpsv refuses NOW GO ONJYITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY THE mending basket lay on one end of the davenport where she had left It. Gypsy sat down beside it A pair of Jim’s socks topped the pile of mending. She thought of that other time months before when Aunt Ellen had ripped out the stitches she had so paintakingly put into another pair. How many socks she had mended since then! Mechanically she threaded a needle, but she did not set to work. “Jim couldn’t have known about It!” Gypsy insisted to herself. “He wouldn’t do such a thing. I know he wouldn’t!” She reviewed the scene with Marcia. It was true, of course, that now the other girl was openly an enemy. What did that matter? "She hated me anyhow,” Gypsy thought. “I don’t care what she thinks or does. It’s only Jim!” Out of that half hour’s reverie a hew Gypsy came to life. Marcia’s antagonism had been the spur to bring about this transformation. She could not give up Jim to such a shallow 7 , selfish creature as Marcia. She looked over the past weeks and saw her mistakes. How easy she had made it for Marcia! Her own impersonal manner, her feeling that she had no real claim on Jim, had provided the opportunity Marcia was watching for. Oh, but now she understood! Now ahe would take precautions! Twice that afternoon there were long, serious moments when Gypsy asked herself what she would do if Jim himself came to her and asked for his release. That would be entirely different. That would be—oh, why think about it! Jim never would do such a thing. That evening she made an effort to look attractive when Jim arrived home. They had dinner served on the screened porch. There were cool drinks and an iced dessert. Gypsy studied Jim’s face covertly, decided that he was tired. “Have you made any more plans for your vacation?” she asked. “Don't you think you really need a rest?” He said vaguely that he might take some time off next month. It was out of the question for the present. “Listen, Gypsy,” he said, “there’s no reason you should stay here scorching just because 1 must. If you’d like to go up to the lakes for a couple of weeks —or some place else if you’d rather—go ahead!” The girl said quickly that she would rather stay. Somehow Jim’s enthusiastic dismissal of her was a little depressing. Later in the evening he spoke of an engagement with some business acquaintance and drove away. The second week in July was scorching hot. All day long the sun beat down unceasingly on the dry earth. The lawn which Sam had worked so’ faithfully to turn into thick green velvet became singed and brownish. The garden wilted. Jim came home to dinner looking jWom and weary. Several times he Icomplained of headaches. Gypsy tried to keep the house cool and inviting, but there were days when not a breath of wind was stirring. Throughout this ordeal she was fighting to keep up her courage. It was Abbie Manley—Abbie who never intentionally would have harmed any one—who brought the news that was the last straw for Gypsy. tt tt o IT happened in the casual way of so many heartbreaks. Gypsy was In Martin’s, the town’s largest department store, on Thursday afternoon. The air outside was sultry, but there was no sunshine. Men and women, mopping their brows and pausing to echo each other’s complaints about the heat, wondered if the clouds would bring rain, and concluded it was un-

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likely. There seemed to be no end to this scourge of hot weather. Gypsy had hated to come down town. She made the trip because of a special sale of electric fans. They were cheap and a fan in each of the bedrooms would make the nights less intolerable. She made the purchase and was giving the clerk the address when 6he saw Abbie Manley at the next counter. “What are you doing out on such a day as this?” she asked. “Gypsy! I haven’t seen you for days—not since you and Jim were out at the house that evening. My dear, I’m wilted. Look at me! Did you ever see such a sight?” “I'm exactly the same. I wished after I got on the car that I hadn’t tried to come in today, but I wanted two of those electric fans. Did you see them?” Abbie, even in hot weather, was energetic. She nodded her head vigorously. “Bought three of them,” she announced. "Look, do you think this enamel will chip off? The price is so low I’m wondering. I’ve already said I’d buy It.” She was holding up a large green mixing bowl. Gypsy Inspected it carefully. “It looks perfectly all right to me,” she agreed. “Take it; it’s a bargain.” They chatted until the transaction was completed and then wandered away from the household department. Abbie paused to apply a handkerchief to her flushed cheeks. “Let’s go down to the fountain room,” she suggested. “It’s actually cool there and I feel the need of a pineapple soda.” St ft ft GYPSY agreed. They took the elevator to the first floor and passed innumerable counters until they reached a large room with green and silver walls and shining black tables. There was a soda fountain crossing one side of the room behind which boys in white caps and coats were working. Waitresses in short green and white dresses moved among the tables. “Oh, it is cool!” Gypsy exclaimed. “Blessedly cool!” Abbie led the way to a table in the corner. Women and girls, a few of them with young men, sat at the neighboring tables. Some artificial, unseen device supplied a cool, gentle breeze. The waitress returned and set their orders before them. Gypsy took a sip from the tall frosted glass and sighed. “Our garden and lawn have been almost ruined by the heat. Do you think It can last mush longer?” “It’s hard to tell!” Abbie said philosophically. She took a spoonful of ice cream and pineapple. “By the way, I said I hadn’t seen you since you and Jim were out at the house, but I did. “I saw you at the Pine Grove inn last Monday. I was with old Mrs. Reynolds and she was in a hurry, so I couldn’t come over and say hello.” “But I wasn’t at the Pine Grove Inn 1” Gypsy began. “Os course you were. Didn’t I see you? You had on a blue dress and your back was toward me, so of course you didn't see qie, but I recognized Jim. It was about 2 o’clock, Gypsy’s lashes were lowered. “I remember now 7,” she said quietly. “I—l’d forgotten about Monday.” “When is Jim going on his vacation?” Abbie asked. “It’s not quite decided. Next month, I guess. He wants me to go away earlier—to the lakes. I think perhaps I will.” “Wish I could go with you,” Abbie said enviously. “Charles is such a bear. He says if he can endure the heat down town I ought to be able to stand it at home. Won’t let me go without him. “We’re going east in September. Isn’t it disgusting to have to wait so late? Why—Gypsy, what’s the matter with you?” “I’m all right. Just a little faint.” “But you’re white as a sheet! Is there anything I can get for you?” The girl shook her head. “I’m perfectly all right,” she insisted. “If you don’t mind, though, I believe I’ll leave.” “Os course. I’ll go with you!” “Please—” Gypsy stopped her. “Please don’t bother, Abbie. I’d much rather you didn’t. Really. I mean it. I’ll be all right as soon as I’m outside.” “But, my dear child, I can’t let you go alone like this.” “You will if I ask you to, won’t you, Abbie? Please!”

“It doesn’t seem right— ’’ Abbie began, but she did not rise to follow as Gypsy turned away. The hot air struck the girl’s face almost like a blow as she stepped out on the street. It was the same Intense heat from which she had sought refuge, and yet Gypsy did not give it a thought. She did not notice the direction she took but started walking. The Pine Grove Inn last Monday. A blue dress. “If it were any one but Abbie,” Gypsy thought, “I wouldn’t believe it. I'd think they wanted to make trouble. “Abbie couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t! Oh, but even Abbie should know I never wear blue!” Marcia Phillips’ face danced before her. Marcia wore blue divinely. Gypsy had seen her go past the house in blue frocks a dozen times. So Jim had lunched at the Pine Grove Inn with Marcia Phillips. “And I thought I knew him so well!” Gypsy told herself bitterly. “I was so sure of his honesty. So sure he’d come and tell me himself if—if Marcia was right when she said that he loved her! Oh, Jim— Jim, how could you!” it a a TEARS were blinding her. She paused to brush them aside. What if people did notice that she had been weeping? Jim already had made a spectacle of her. Lunching with Marcia Phillips at the Pine Grove inn. She would go away, of course. People could believe it was a vacation trip if they wished. She would go away and make it as easy for Jim to divorce her as possible. Or she would divorce him. The w 7 hole thing was settled. She would tell him tonight. It was a relief to come to a decision. Gradually Gypsy became aware that she had been walking in the wrong direction. She was on the east side of town in a neighborhood she did not know 7 . She turned to retrace her steps. The buildings were old here. The shops looked run-down and cheap. Barefoot children in soiled clothes played In the street. She passed an eating place and was almost nauseated by the odors. Once more she realized how terribly hot the air was. Two blocks farther and the street became more respectable. Now a breeze was stirring. It was like an oven blast. Gypsy z-,v that the sky had darkened. “It’s going to rain,” she thought as the wind blew her skirts. “It may be a bad storm. I’d better hurry to get to the car.” Suddenly she heard ner name. It w'as a man w 7 ho was speaking. Gypsy turned. The young man was coming from a drug store. He was tall, slender and dressed in white linen. A small black mustache perched above his lip. His face seemed familiar and yet Gypsy did not recognize him. He lifted his Panama hat as he spoke. t “How 7 do you do, Mrs. Wallace? I’m afraid you’ve forgotten me.” “How do you do?” Gypsy said. She raked her brain, but for the life of her she could not recall a name for this friendly, attractive person w 7 ho evidently knew her. “My name is Gibson—Frank Gibson. Don’t you remember your husband introduced us the first night you arrived in Forest City? It was on'the train just before we reached here—” “Oh, of course I do. You must excuse my memory, Mr. Gibson. It’s really dreadful.” “Not at all. Besides I can understand. You would have seen more of me, I assure you, only I’ve just come back from a trip to the w 7 est coast. “Isn’t it my luck, though, to leave Oregon and get back just when the heat w r ave is doing its worst!” (To Be Continued)

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.APRIL 21, 1931

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