The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-04
MAD MARRIAGES.
BY LAURA LOU BROOkkAN Aothor 0ffEARI HLA1RKeL ]

CHAPTER TWENTY-S1X (Con)
Gypsy hurried around the house
Sure enough. there were her worst
fears realized A hole the size of
a bushel basket in the center of
the precious tulip bed and high on
either side Of it mounds of soft,
fresh earth.
"Oh, Saml'
Broken flower stems and mangled
blossoms showed in the wreckage.
Gypsy reached down and tried to
raise to life one Of the half lp-
rooted plants.
Pat. unaware Of the damage he
had wrought, came close to her. his
head slightly to one side, cycling
the gaping hole He evidently was
proud of IT,
Gypsy took the dogs head be-
tween her two hands. How am I
going to teach you" she said sadly,
that you must not dig in the gar
den? You've been a bad dog, Pat.
I don't like you when you tear up
the flower I don't like to have the
garden spoiled"
She shook her head at the terrier.
Pat eyed her in puzzled detection.
If he was mine. I'd teach him
quick enough" Sam spoke up
GROSSLY.
Gypsy rose. do what you can
with the tulip bed" she told the
man. iii talk to Mr.. Wallace
about stretching up a piece Of wire
fencing" She could hear Sam
growing to himself as she led Pat
toward the house.
THEY had not been inside ten
4 minutes when the door bell
rang Matilda was in the kitchen
baking. Gypsy went to the door.
There were two women outside on
the porch.
How do you do, Mrs. Wallace"
they chorused. For an instant
Gypsy was startled. Then she re-
membered where she had seen that
purple costume. The woman Jim
had introduced at the hotel-Mrs.
Butterworthl The younger one was
the daughter.
How do you do?" Gypsy an
sWered. ITS Mrs. Butterworth, isn't
it? And Miss Butterworth. Won't
you come in? I've just got in from
down town"
Mrs. ButterWOrth glanced about
the living room. We've been mean
ing to drop in to see you for a long
while" she said, but you know
how time fliesl
I declare, here it is the middle
Of April. Yes, time certainty does
fly. Been making some changes in
this room, haven't you, Mrs. Wal
lace?"
Yes. I hope you like it,"
oh, it's lovely Lovely Only Of
course it looks different to me, be-
cause I was always used to the way
Miss Ellen had things. Miss Ellen
likes it in her little house down the
street, I suppose?"
Il think she likes it very much, =
Gypsy agreed. If you'll just excuse
me a moment, III have Matilda
make some tea. It will take only a
minute"
She was back almost immedi-
ately
Daphne Butterworth looked up
and amazed Gypsy by speaking.
I've been telling mother how
much like your curtains" she said.
It was the first time Gypsy ever had
heard Daphne express an opinion.
Before Gypsy could reply, Mrs.
ButerWorth cut in:
L suppose you read about that
Loring girl marrying Brock Phil
lips?" she said. My what sur
prise that wasl Maybe I shouldn't
say it to you, but Of course you must
known the whole town expected
Marcia to marry Jim Wallace. Only
girl I guess Jim ever went with.
We'll, that's the way it goes. You
can't tell about men, No, indeed,
you certainly can't. Did jim know
about it before he read it in the
paper?"
Why really, Mrs. Butter
worth
oh, I suppose I shouldn't have
asked. Only, of course, you know
there's bound to be a good deal of
talk. That's why I wanted to have
the straight Of it.
We'll, I guess Marcia Loring's
getting a sight more money than
she's ever had before. The Lor-
ings didn't have much, you know.
He was in the bank here. but out
side of some insurance and real es-
tate there wasn't much left.
Their going east must have been
what broke up the match between
Marcia and Jim. And last summer
when she was visiting out here he
was so devoted to herl'
Matilda's arrival with The tea tray
helped Gypsy over the embarrass-
ing moment
Three Jumps" Mrs, Butterworth
instructed as Gypsy raised the
sugar tongs I like my tea sweet no
matter what the styles are"