Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 300, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 April 1931 — Page 11

APRIL’ 25, 1931

IyIAD MARRIAGE-1 LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of'ttEAEIT HUNGRY,"etc. L... V lIIMI.-H..

Chapter Forty-Three (Continued) “Mills will be back next week,” he announced. "It looks as though I may get my vacation this summer alter all.” "Oh, I’m so glad. You really do m ed It.” a • WHAT would you think of driving up into Canada the middle of next month? We could stop a few days in Montreal, but my idea is to hit off by ourselves into some of the smaller places that aren’t filled with the vacation crowd. "We could drive when we wanted to and stop whenever we found a place that looked interesting. I don't mean rough it exactly. Stay at good hotels—” “I think it would be marvelous,” Gypsy told him with shining eyes. "I’d love that kind of a trip, Jim.” "The way things look now, I'll be able to get away about the 15th.” They planned the vacation eagerly. After they had finished dinner and the dishes and table had been taken away, Jim went down to the library and returned with a big atlas and road maps. Together they studied over these for another hour. They still were talking about the motor trip when he said good night and went to his room. During the next three days Gypsy’s sprained ankle healed rapidly. Dr. Hollingsw r orth brought the crutch. Hie girl’s first attempts to walk with it were amusing, but presently she learned to hobble about the room. She no longer felt helpless. On Sunday Jim carried her downstairs and they spent the afternoon on the cool, shaded porch. During these days when she was so dependent upon him for companionship Tim’s attitude toward Gypsy seemed to change. He always had been attentive in an impersonal way. Now he seemed more concerned, more thoughtful. a a a Deliberately the girl put Marcia Phillips out of her mind. Gypsy felt that brooding over Marcia and imaginary wrongs already had caused enough trouble. It was directly responsible for the automobile accident in which she so narrowly had escaped serious injury—to say nothing of damaging comment. When Marcia, clad in delicate pastel costumes, passed the house and Gypsy saw her from the window there were times when these brave resolutions u’ent slipping. On such occasions Gypsy told herself: "You’ve made an idiot of yourself! Now, don' tdo it again! There’s nothing that girl can do to you unless you pave the way for it by sitting here and pitying yourself. Stop it, Gypsy. Stop it at once!” Usually these scolding were helpful. She never mentioned Marcia’s name to Jim and he as scrupulously avoided it. Th third evening after Gypsy nad begun to use the crutch she hobbled out to the driveway, where Jim had parked the roadster. e helped her into the seat and for an hour and a half they drove over country reads with the night wind, cool and refreshing, beating against ’-heir faces and blowing their hair. There was a full moon. The pavement stretched ahead of them like a gleaming ribbon of silver and the fields at either side were almost as bright as in daylight.

o u a C'* YPSY felt that she never had f enjoyed a Gnve so much. She told Jim that as he helped her into the house later and he looked pleased. The days slipped by and on Thursday, just two weeks after the automobile crash, Gypsy took her first step unsupported by the crutch. She rested and later in the day walked a few steps again. On Sunday she was able to move about the house, though she was very careful and held to the railing going up and down the stairs. By the middle of the week she was sura enough of herself to make a trip downtown to shop. There were a few things she wanted for the vacation trip. Os course there was plenty of time ahead to buy them, but she iked the thought of being, ready. The house was to be closed and Matilda would spend the three weeks with her brother’s family. Gypsy came into the kitchen Saturday morning carrying a sheaf of golden glow. The yellow’ blossoms were glorious.

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"Look,” she said, "aren't they beautiful? I’m going to put them in the purple bowl before the mirror in the hall.” "I was Just coming to tell you,” Matilda said, "there’s a man to see you, ma’am.” "Who is It?” “Here’s his card.” Gypsy took the card and read it, and slill carrying the flowers, she hurried into the living room. The 1 young man who had been sitting by the window arose. "Alan!” she exclaimed. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR THE man and the girl stared at each other as though neither quite dared to believe the truth. “Is it really you. Gypsy?” Crosby raid in a low voice. "It’s been so long ” She came nearer and held out her hand. "Os course it's I.” Gypsy’s voice caught in a throaty laugh. "Don’t you know ? me? I haven’t changed, Alan. But you—how did you get here? Where did you come from? It doesn't seem possible!” For a moment neither of them said anything. Crosby took Gypsy’s hand and pressed it closely. He was studying her face. Gypsy looked up into the dark eyes and what she saw there set her heart beating rapidly. Alan looked thinner. He was pale, too. Then she saw that his hair was brushed back from his forehead in the same careless, untidy, thoroughly delightful way. Gypsy laughed nervously. "I’m a fine hostess—not even offering you a chair. Sit down, won't you?” The young man did not move. “You’re lovelier than ever, Gypsy,” he told her. “You're like a picture. I Why didn’t I ever think, to sketch you with an armful of yellow flowers like that? “You’re tanned and there’s more color in your face. Lord—it’s good just to look at you!” She laid the flowers on the table, came back and sank into a chair. “I haven’t heard so many compliments in a long while,” Gypsy told him. “It’s very pleasant, but I’d much rather you told me how you got here, what you’re doing ” “I’ll tell you all about everything,” Crosby promised, “only it’s j going to take a little time.” Not i for a moment had he taken his eyes from the girl. “I don't see how I could have forgotten you're so beautiful,” he finished. “Really ” began Gypsy. She stopped because it seemed priggish to tell a young man she had known as long as she had Alan that he mustn’t say she was beautiful. Gypsy was trying to be very calm, but her cheeks were burning. Color indeed! Did Alan think she blushed constantly like this? “I didn’t know if I’d find you here,” he was saying. “I sent a letter once, and it came back. I did not know whether that meant you’d gone away or not.” Gypsy shook her head. “I haven't been away. I sent the letter back because—well, I thought it was the best, thing to do.” “Oh!” Alan glanced downward. | When he looked up again there was: a queer tightening about his lips, j

tS tt tt “ A LAN, please tell me what l\ you've been doing. Are you still with Thomas’? How did you get my address? I’ve thought about you hundreds of times!” “Have you?” There was a shade of bitterness in the young man's smile. “I feel flattered. No, I’m not with Thomas’. Only lasted a month there.” “Didn’t you like it? I thought you were so pleased with the work.” “Fired,” he told her, “because my sketches were lousy and I had a row with the head of the department.” “Why, Alan!” “You might as well hear the worst. You asked for it. Gypsy. I've made just about as big a fool of myself as a man can. I don’t mind losing the job at Thomas’, even though I was fired. I deserved to lose it. Got into a crowd that spent more than I could afford and wasted the nights going to parties and night clubs. I thought I was making a splash—meeting influential friends and all that. Say, they were all a bunch of fourflushers! “I couldn’t work. My drawings got worse and worse. All the time I knew’ what the trouble was. but I made myself believe the boss had a grudge against me. “Finally we had a fight and it was a real one! I packed up my

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pencils and brushes and left the same day. That was when I found out Just what the friends I'd been spending my money on were worth! I found out all right!” “Oh, I’m so sorry, Alan.” a * a “JT'OR two weeks I walked the JL 1 streets looking for a Job. Part of the time I didn't eat. Finally I got down to my last 50 cents and I’ll tell you what I did—l went back to Mrs. OHare's and asked if I could wash dishes for my board. "I found out I’m not much good as a dishwasher, but she took me in. Fed me and gave me a place to sleep. When I wasn't working I kept on looking for a job. At last I landed the one I’ve got now.” "What is it?” Crosby blushed slightly. “I’m selling photographs of landscapes,” he said. “They’re tinted in natural colors. Scrry I didn't bring my sample case, but if you’d like to buy some I’ll come back —” Gypsy went over beside him. “I wish I’d known,” she told him. “I might have been able to help in some way.” "Thanks, but I wouldn’t have let you. These photographs aren't really so bad. Some of them are good. I’m making more than I did before and in the evenings I can work. I’ve sold a couple of drawings to a magazine.” He hesitated. "Or.e of them was a sketch of you. Gypsy.” “A picture of me?” “It's one that I alw T ays liked,” he told her. “Took it to France with me. I wonder if you remember it. You were sitting on an old wooden fence, your head turned to show your profile and your hair sort of blown by the wind ” "Did you draw it one day on a picnic on Staten island?” Crosby nodded. “I know the one you mean.” “It’s to be published next month.” He told her the name of the magazine in which the drawing would appear. “That—selling the picture I mean—was one of the reasons I came to see you today.” “I’m glad you did, Alan.” tt u u HE caught her hand. “Gypsy, do you really mean that? All this I’ve been saying doesn’t matter. I was a fool when I let you go away. Oh. my darling——!” “No. no! Alan, you mustn’t!” He had taken her in his arms, but the girl drew back. You know it’s too late.” she tcld him. “We—there can’t ever be anything like that again.” “But I love you. Gypsy! I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t do without you!” The girl’s face was white, her lips trembling. "You mustn’t even say such things to me,” she insisted*. “Alan, it’s all over. You know that I’m married. Jim’s been so good to me. We’ve no right to talk this way.” “Do you love him?” “You mustn’t ask me that. It’s too late I tell you. You’d better gc ” They heard a sound and turned. Tire front hall door was open and some one was on the porch. An instant later Jim Wallace appeared. He paused on the threshold, surprised at seeing Crosby. Gypsy went forward. “Come In, Jim.” she said. "Here's an old friend of mine, Alan Crosby. Alan this is Jim.” The two men shook hands. (To Be Continued)

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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