The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-11

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'0. Jim sH's and q oypsg ,eo to Forest CITY.
where jim had a thriying law, .Practice,
ffN s'fo has Kept house for him. are
hostile 10 Ogpsv. They snub her.
own alh' AIs ii' cr rt5S writes to gypsy. but
shs returns the letter unopened. MAR
NoW co on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (Con-
tinued)
Tim glanced at her inquirinely.
j Presently he said you don't
have to feel grateful for anything
here. You're making me more COM
Portable than I've ever been. The
house is livable instead of mu-
scum Of relics"
He kicked playfully at the fox
terrier in front Of him. Even Pat
can tell the difference, can't you,
PATTI"
Gypsy smiled. pat would tell
you, if he could, that he'd much
rather be chasing squirrels than lis
tening to people talk"
For time each was lost in
thought Then Gypsy sprang up
Look, the suns back Of those tree
tops I think we should be start
ing home"
Together they packed the dishes
In the lunch basket. Jim made a
fire and burned the papers that
we're left, and they went back to
the car.
The drive home was quiet jim
watched the road ahead and Gypsy
seemed content to lean back in the
car and feel the wind whipping
against her cheeks.
When the roadster turned in at
the drive leading toward the brick
house there were long shadows on
the lawn.
1T was a lovely picnic Gypsy
said as she stepped out Of the car.
I'm so glad we went"
Jim nodded and drove on to put
the roadster in the garage.
Throughout the week that fol-
lowed the girl thought frequently
of that morning out Of doors. She
puzzled over the impulse that had
made Jim first lover like. then
matter -of-fact
His kisses had startled her. He
, seemed to be taking pains to be-
2 considerate in a reserved, imperson-
al way. Twice that week they dined
: out, once at the Carlton and once
at the home of a business associ-
ate of Jims.
Gypsy wore the brown chiffon
dress with the new coat and was
gratif1ed by the approval she read
in her husbands eyes.
THEN one night when they we're
4 driving, Jin's arm slipped
around her shoulders and settled
there comfortably. 1t was scarcely
a caress.
Overhead the sky was almost
black, myriads of stars twinkling
thair tiny gem faces like jewels dis
played OH velvet.
A tendril of the girls hair t1oated
loose from her tiny felt hat and
brushed against Jin's cheek. She
raised her hand to recapture II,
There was a quick auttering
laugh. Their eyes met. Gypsy
turned away amazed and half
doubtful of what she had read in
Jims face Could he possibly care
for her-that way?
She said goodnight and went to
her room as soon as they returned
to the house. Upstairs she was
slow about undressing. She hung
away her frock and drew on a soft
neglgee.
She let down her hair and began
the customary fifty strokes on each
side. Presently the brush dropped.
Gypsy was sitting at the dressing
table, but she was not aware OF her
reflection in the mirror. She was
considering this new problem.
Was Jim falling in love with her?
Each of them had been frank. Each
had admitted caring for someone
else and scrupulously had respected
each others ties of affection.
AS a matter of ALPHABETICALLY
this was the chief bond between
them.
YPSY never had considered the
" possibility of Jim caring for
her with a deeper feeling. She never
had considered it because she knew
there never could be any one for her
but Alan. Jim, she supposed, would
feel the same about Marcia.
Here we're complications. To live
day after day in the same house
with q man who loved you, to pose
as his wife though maintaining the