Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 April 1931 — Page 24

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BtC.TS HERE TODAY GYPSY M'BRIDE. 19-year-old New 1 York typist, marries JDi WALLACE : •he day alter she meets him at the j Borne . o l her wealthy cousin, ANN i TROWBRIDGE. Gvpsu has been Jilted by ALAN CROSBY. Just returned Irom a year and j a half in Pans studying art. Wallace's ; flsncea has broken their engagement to marry a richer man. Jim and Gvpsy go to Forest City, where Jim has a thriving law practice. H.s relatives snub Gypsy. Alan Crosby i writes to her. but she returns the letter unopened. MARCIA LORING. Jim's former fiancee, marles BROCK PHILLIPS. ; millionaire's son, MfloU) n; jf and Brock Phit-fpe Is killed in a rail from a horse. Mar- ! cia returns to Forest City She consuits J.m about financial affairs and later tells him her martage to Phillips was a mistake J.m tries to remain loyal to Gypsy, but sees Marcia frequently. Hurt because she bekevcs Jim has taken Marcia Phillips to lunch. Gvpsy accepts FRANK GIBSON'S invitation to drive her home from a hopping trip. There is a collßion and Gvpsv's ankle is sprained. Another motorist takes her home NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-THREE JIM sprang to his feet. “I’ve no right to keep you talking like this!’’ he declared. “Doc said you were to get all the rest possible. Gave you something to make you sleep and here I am babbling like a monkey!” “I don’t think you’re a monkey.” He reached down and took one of her hands, squeezing it. “I’ll send Matilda back,” he premised. “She’s going to brkjg you something hot to drink and then you must try to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning if you're awake. Good night.” “Good night, Jim.” He gave her a quick smile from the doorway before he disappeared. It was several minutes before Matilda returned, carrying a tray. She propped up pillows behind Gypsy and then set the tray before her. “Um! Smells good!” the girl said smiling. “Not much of a meal,” Matilda conmmented, “but the doctor said it was all you were to have. There’s another cup of hot tea in the pot if you want it. “If you say so,” the woman hinted darkly, “I’ll bring up a little mite of the toast. I could heat it.” “This will be all I want, Matilda, Gypsy assured her. “It looks delicious.” nan THERE was cream toast. There was a pot of tea and a dish of jellied fruit. Gypsy ats most of the toast drank two cups of tea. “I believe I can sleep now,” she announced, as Matilda took away the tray. A delicious sense of languor crept over the girl. She smiled as the older woman rearranged the pillows. Matilda touched a switch which turned the light lower. Gypsy’s eyes were closed as the servant tiptoed from the room. Within ten minutes Gypsy "was sound asleep. It was late next morning when she awoke. She started to sit up and aching shoulder muscles quickly reminded her of yesterday’s adventures. It was twenty minutes of 10. Jim must have gone long ago. She lay still until present Ma- j til' a knocked on the door. “Good morning, ma’am. I hope ! you slept well?” “Mr. Wallace said you weren’t to be disturbed. I looked in a while ago, but you were sound asleep. Will you have your breakfast now?” Gypsy considered. “I don’t know how we’re to manage it,” she said, “but I’d love to get into the tub for a -good scrubbing first.” “If you’ll put your arm around me I can help you walk,” Matilda suggested. “We’ll go easy like.” With Matilda’s assistance Gypsy moved about the room “easy-like.” She bathed, brushed her hair and changed the gown for a soft negligee. Then she lay back on the chaise longue, backed by pillows and cushions, and breakfasted. a a a DR. HOLLINGSWORTH came early in the afternoon and reported that his patient showed improvement. There were ugly, purplish bruises on Gypsy’s shoulders and her hip. The cut on her forearm was bandaged with tape. It would be ten days, the doctor said, at the earliest, before Gypsy could put any weight on her foot. She must stay in her room, eat nourishing food, and let nature do the healing. Jim telephoned a little later and Matilda gave him this report. He left word that he would be home early. Every afternoon for the rest of that week Jim Wallace arrived home at 4:30. Gypsy looked forward to that hour all through the days that passed so slowly. She never had been ill before. She never had spent so much time helplessly. Nothing about Gibson’s car being wrecked appeared in the Forest City newspapers. The third afternoon Gibson telephoned and Matilda in-

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formed him that Mrs. Wallace was not receiving guests. Later a note arrived. Gypsy gave it to Jim to answer. She had cautioned Jim not to tell any one she was 111. There would be sure to be unpleasant complications. For seven days she remained practically a prisoner. She read, sewed—and watched the clock for 4:30 to arrive. Gypsy was sitting before the window Thursday evening when she { saw the green roadster turn into the drive. Five minutes later when Jim entered the room she looked up smiling. “I’ve been watching for you,” she announced. “You’re five minutes early!” Jim’s face was serious. Without I replying he crossed to where she was sitting. “Here,” he said, “is something I think you should read.” He handed Gypsy a letter. a a a v GYPSY took the letter and looked at the handwriting on the envelope. Thfe slanting script w r as unfamiliar. “Who’s it from?” she asked. “Read it. You’ll find out,” Jim answered. There was something about his expression that puzzled Gypsy. She looked at the envelope again. It was addressed to James R. Wallace at his office. She drew out the folded sheet of note paper. “Catherin Fowler” was the name signed at the bottom of the single sheet. “But who ?” the girl began. “Go ahead and read it.” Gypsy read—slowly at first and then with quickening interest. “Dear Mr. Wallace," the letter began. “I am writing this because I feel I must. You probably know that a week ago I was acquitted in my trial. My lawyer pleaded self-de-fense. “We are told that time heals all things. It will be a long while before the horror of these last weeks can leave me, but I want you to icnow that never will I forgt how you and Mrs. Wallace helped me and gave me courage to do the right | thing at the very crisis of it all. “I am going away for a long rest. Bcbby is well again and is going with me. When I look at my child— I feel that he really is my child—it is with the knowledge that nothing i can cloud our future happiness. I j shall devote the rest of my life to' raising Bobby and teaching him to! be a good man. “No one in this world ever will know what my suffering was that morning Mrs. Wallace came to see j me. I don’t think I could have gone on. “Will you please tell her for me that I bless her name, and that if ever there is any way in which I can repay you two I will consider it a great privilege. Very sincerely— Catherine Fowler.” a a a WHEN did yoii go to see her, Gypsy? What does she mean by saying you 'gave her courage to do the right tfiing’?” “It—wasn’t really anything I did, Jim. I couldn’t tell you, because I promised I wouldn’t. It was the last day of the trial—” “Gypsy! Was it you who made that woman come down and confess to me that she shot her husband!” The girl shook her head. “No,” she said, “I don’t think it was. You see you were so sure Nina was going to be convicted and that she was innocent—and so was I—that I couldn’t stand it. “I went out to see Mrs. Fowler as a last resort. I’m not sure just what I thought would happen, but when I got there she was nearly crazy because the boy was sick. Somehow when I looked at ’ her I knew she did it. I was sure of it! All I had to do was tell her who I was and she broke down and admitted everything. I told her to go to you and you’d tell her what to do. Isn’t it wonderful she feels the way she does now? I’m so glad, Jim.” “So it really was you who won the Roberts case!” “Oh, no, Jim! Why, it wasn’t at all. That’s silly! She’d have confessed anyhow. I know she would. “She had the idea that the reason Bobby was sick was because she was letting someone elese pay the penalty for what she’d done. She thought Bobby was going to die. The poor woman didn’t seem to know what she was saying or doing.” “Just the same, you were the one j who made her confess!” “I wish you wouldn’t say that. It i isn't true. She did it because she

couldn’t help herself. It was her own conscience that made her tell. “Fowler must have been a terrible sort of person, don’t you think so, to threaten the life of a tiny child?” “Now you're trying to change the subject. Os course he was. Treated his wife like a brute. Well, Gypsy, I didn't realize that there were two lawyers in the family, but that was a fine thing to do. I take off my hat to you!” “I couldn’t ever be a lawyer, but I know one I’m proud of.” a a a JIM sank into a chair beside her and took her hand. “Maybe we could form a partnership,” he said smiling. “Maybe we could.” Gypsy was realizing how very attractive bright blue eyes can be set in a sun-browned, slightly ruddy face above broad shoulders when Matilda entered the room. “There’s a telephone call for you. Mr. Wallace,” she announced. “Thanks. I’ll be back in a minute.” “Sit down, Matilda, and stay until he comes back,” Gypsy suggested. “Has Cora finished the ironing?” “Yes. She left half an hour ago. I told her you said she w r as to cut some of the sweet peas and take them home.” “That’s right. They’ll stop blooming if they're not cut. Listen, Matilda, couldn’t you serve dinner upstairs here tonight? Would it be a lot of extra work? “Jim can bring up a card table and you could serve the plates in the kitchen! Just put everything on a tray—!” “You mean serve dinner for you and Mr. Wallace both?” “That’s what I mean. It would be so much more fun than eating alone and as it is you have to fix the table downstairs and bring up my tray.” “Why, sure. I can do that if you want rne to.” “Oh, I think it will be fun!” Gypsy said delightedly. “Just think, for a whole week now. I’ve eaten every single meal alone!” When Jim returned, he was told about the impromptu “picnic” and appeared to approve. He w r ent to his room to clean up, leaving Gypsy a newspaper and several magazines. Later he set up the card table and brought up a tray loaded with silver and dishes. u a e AT 6 o’clock they had dinner served on the small table beside the window. There was a cool breeze stirring and over the tops of the trees flamed a brilliant sunset. Orange shaded to deep rose and then violet. The whole western sky became a burst of flamboyant color. Gypsy wore a sleeveless white silk tennis dress. Her hair, instead of being pinned in a knot, was fastened at the back of her neck and the ends fell in a curling mass. “Do you mind dining up here?” she asked. “Like it! It’s lonesome down stairs.” “Really?” The girl smiled as though she w r ere pleased. “Oh, I forgot to tell .you the news! Dr. Hollingsw orth’s going to bring me a crutch tomorrow. He came this morning and said it would be good for me to try walking about the room. My, I never dreamed any one could be so excited about walking a few steps. In another week he said I ought to be able to walk without it. Another whole week! Isn’t that a dreadfully long time?” “You’re lucky it’s as soon as that.” The girl’s face had sobered. “Yes,” ; she agreed, “I suppose I am.” After their cantaloupe they had hot broiled chops with buttered asparagus and roasting ears and the muffins which Matilda made so deliciously light and crusted with golden brown. There was a pitcher of iced tea with sprigs of mint in it. Gypsy refilled Jim’s glass. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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