The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-07

/ pair OF brown ll2aro pumps. Ihey
were smartly made with short
vamps and high Cuban heels. The
pumps were obviously new.
Gypsy kicked of her worn oxfords
and pulled on the pumps. They were
flattering to her small feet She
paused before the dressing table TO
dab powder on her nose. No need
to waste time on rouge-her cheeks
were warm with color. A moment
before the mirror, patting and pok-
4 ing at the waves Of hair which
! showed beneath the brown heret.
Then she was ready.
I'm comingI" Gypsy called.
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( TNHERE was no one in sight, but
Il the door Of Crosby's room was
open. Through the opening Gypsy
+ caught a glimpse Of the young man
struggling to get one arm into his
overcoat. He heard her, turned and
came into the hall.
Cant find my gloves!" he
/ grumbled. Have to &c without
them, I guess"
The girl laughed. eff I've heard
you say that once I've heard it a
hundred times" she said. That's
one thing you didn't learn in Paris,
did you-how to remember where
you put things?"
She searched the overcoat pock-
cts. No gloves.
oh, I probably lost them" Cyos-
by complained. NO use wasting
time hunting any longer"
Gypsy stood in the doorway, sur
veying the room. Suddenly, as
though inspired, she darted inside.
Here they are!" she said, kneeling
beside the steamer trunk. From be-
hind it she pulled two crumpled
pieces of leather.
Crosby accepted the gloves.
Thanks" he said. Must have
knocked them down there last
night"
His good humor was restored.
They went down the stairway
laughing. On the first floor Mrs.
O'Hare was disappearing through
the door of her private quarters.
Good morning!" Crosby called
gaily. Want to come along? We're
/ going out to view the metropolis"
Mrs. O'Hare tossed her head in
stead Of answering. It was meant
to indicate disapproval, but was I'M
convincing.
Where good-looking Mr.. Crosby
was concerned, the landlady never
could quite hold to rules that were
arbitrary with other roomers.
The young couple went through
the front door and paused before
descending the steps. It was nearly
noon on one of those bright, rarely
warm days that sometimes occur
in late February.
Crosby threw back his head.
why, it's spring" he said. This
isn't New York in February. It's
spring."
Gypsy glanced up happily at her
companion. None but the most
commonplace of phrases came to
her.
Its a beautiful day!, she said
softly. She meant it. Windswept
fields of daisies against an azure
sky could not have seemed so beau
tiful as the grirny city street that
morning.
They walked east toward Fifth
avenue. There was Sunday quiet
about the streets. Men. women, and
children walked leisurely, enjoying
the sunshine. Even the motor traf-
f1c seemed Subdued.
Crosby kept up running~fre of
conversation. He asked questions
and before the girl could answer
was launched on some anecdote Of
the transatlantic voyage or Paris.
Which way?" he asked when they
reached Fifth avenue.
Gypsy glanced down at her feet.
The new pumps were not walking
shoes. She had worn them once be-
fore and found them comfortable,
but it had been a spendthrift occa-
sion when she had patroniZed taxi
cabs.
The left heel was beginning to
burn. No one would have guessed
this, however, from the girls smile.
She nodded toward the north.
Walking up Fifth avenue to the
entrance of Central park had been
a favorite joint on Sunday morn
ings two years ago.
q
EVIDENTLY Crosby remembered
IL too 80. ......
Like old times, KIDD" he said as
they turned north, swinging into
step. There was a slight wind. It
was colder going north and the
wind whipped their faces.
Beyond them cleaning towers of
ivory and Silver-the city's man
made marvels-caught the sunlight
and burned like white fire.
They were the newest and high
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