The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-18
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back with a large black mirror.
She handed the mirror TO Gypsy
and was gone.
Gypsy confronted her reflection in
the mirror. Her checks were
flushed. She wondered If the hair
dresser had noticed the color come
into her face.
OF course the girl had overheard.
Did she know who Gypsy was? She
had called her Mrs. Wallace" but
there we're a dozen different fam
lilies of Wallaces. What did all that
matter anyhow? What did she care
about hair dreSsers or who the
woman on the other side of the
curtain might be?
Was it-could it be true7 Would
jim do such thing? Was 1t be-
cause of Marcia2
A tiny, defending voice arose in
the girls consciousness. II won't
believe it," the voice said. Its
only gossip. They're trying to make
trouble. I won't believe it's true"
But the tiny voice was not loud
enough to be convincing. 1t was
such a very little, pathetic murmur
nothing to cling to in this over
whelming sea Of doubt.
n YPSY realized she still held the
" comb and that she had not
started to arrange her hair. She
ought to begin. Some one might
come and would think It queer of
her to be sitting there, staring at
herself in the mirror.
She had forgotten about the
finger wave, about her eagerness for
her hair to be fluffy and soft about
her face.
She screwed 1t up into a tight
knot at the base of her neck,
jammed the hairpins in crosswise.
It was only important now to get
away fromm this place before any
one should recogniz her.
She was pulling on her hat when
the hairdreSser reappeared. "Ohl"
she said reproachfully, you're all
ready to go Is the wave the way
you wanted it?"
Probably she hoped Gypsy would
remove her hat so that she might
inspect her work, but If so, the girl
disappointed her.
THE wave is very nice" Gypsy
said. She had not even noticed
what it looked like. st pay the girl
at the desk, do 70"
Eyes, Mrs. Wallace"
At the name Gypsy colored again.
AS quickly as possible she left the
shop and got out on the street.
Then she was undecided what to
do next.
Her first impulse had been to 90
to Jim and ask him if what she had
heard was true. Now she knew that
she could not do that.
This was private affair to be
discussed only between herself and
Jim. She could not go to his Of
flee, where there were clients, other
members Of the firm, stenographers.
She must wait until they were alone
at. home.
Waiting was very hard. Gypsy
turned homeward. She walked past
the corner where she. shold have
taken the street car without MOTTO
ing it.
When she realized this she had
gone so far that she decided to
walk the rest Of the distance. At
least she was pared the curious
glances of other passengers. She
had the feeling that faces were
peering at her from behind cur
tanned windows of houses she
ps Ssed and that people were saying,
There she Isl That's the girl Jim
Wallace is going to divorce. Every
one in town knows about It'll"
At last she arrived home. She
opened the front door and shifted
the faint, delicious odor of Ma
tilda's baking. The kitchen door
must have been left open against
orders. Even so, the smell was de-
licious.
Everything about the house was
"a 0CAAJs C-AcObAl DO ~ O1lOulO NC.
Preparations for dinner were almost
complete.
Sam had departed for the day,
leaving word that he would be on
hand early next morning to scrub
the walks and porcheS.
"NTr. Wallace came home. I think
he's upstairs" Matilda announced.
Gypsy looked at the clock on the
and saw that 1t was
not yet 5. Jim was home early.
what this might mean,
she went up the steps to dress.
The first reaction from hearing
the shocking news had worn off.
The walk had tired her but it also
had been soothing. Gypsy slipped
out Of her street dress and into a
thin negligee.
She changed her high-heeled
slippers for pair of satin mules
and sank to the cushions Of the
chaise lounge. Then she lay back
and closed her eyes.