The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-10

parked at the right. As they neared the car the fox terriers head ap- peared over the seat and he began wriggling delightedly. Jim held the door back for Gypsy. then climbed in at the other side. The terrier had sniffed the chicken and his excitement redoubled. Gypsy fed him, bit by bit. as they rode down the street and Pat &C., ceptcd the morsels politely. They turned to the left. Two blocks further and Jim drew in toward the curb. He parked the car and all three got out. There were two tall office build ings in the row but they passed these. Half way down the block was a three-story brick structure with stairway at the side. A man appeared in this doorway.
 There's Mark now!" exclaimed Jim. "oh-Mr Harrison!" The man turned. Gypsy saw that he was short only a little taller than herself--and heavily built. He wore a black hat and beneath the brim his hair looked snow white. He had white, ,squarely cut mus tache and he was smoking long ci- gar.
 Harrison waited for them to come nearer. Hello, Jim," he said. Wallace began eagerly. MT Harrison. this is Gypsy. Brought her down to have look at the place upstairs. Gypsy" Mark Harrison grasped the girls hand heartily. Glad to know you. my child," he said. "So you're the Io tv,ata nd T1n a cd Glad to know you!"
 "I'm glad to know you too. MT Harrison" Gypsy said. "Jim's talked a lot about you" That so?" The older man looked up at Wallace doubtfully. Harrison's s voice was gruff but Gypsy knew at once that the harshness was a man. nerism. His gray eyes were quiz-
 zical but not unfriendly. Well, I'd
 like to have heard what he said. Come-let's go upstairs The dog battered after them up the long flight. On the glass of the
 door at the top was the legend:
 Harrison, Mills and Wallace. att torneys at law" Inside was small
 waiting room. An attractive girl
 sat at the desk facing them. She
 looked up and smiled as they en- tered.
 Wallace stepped forward. Miss Otis," he said. this is Mrs Wall lace. Gypsy, Miss Otis is about the busiest person down here. Any time I'm not in you can leave a message
 with her. She knows where am, where I was and where I'm going even before do."
 The two girls shook hands. Then Harrison led the way into the large
 front office which was his private sanctum.
 "sit down here. Mrs Wallace" !"
 he said, pointing to a worn leather
 armchair. Gypsy sank into It's com
 fortable depths and Mark Harrison
 tipped back in his high. old
 fashioned desk chair. It was a long room with shelves of dingy-backed law books against two walls. Directly over Harrison's desk was suspended green-shaded light. It was burning and yet the room was half in shadow. Through the two windows ct the front sifted
 gray light. Framed photographs decorated the walls. The place
 seemed mellowed by age and clouds of tobacco smoke.
 | Harrison's desk was @ litter of books and manuscripts. Carefully he showed some of them aside to
 reveal an ash tray and put down
 his cigar. :.
 "Now let's have look at you. he said, leaning forward in his
 chair. Um--um! Pretty girl: Don't | look old enough to be married
 though. Jim says you're from New York"
 l Gypsy nodded. Mark Harrison was the most genuinely friendly
 person she had met in Forest City
 She liked his bluff, matter of fact
 ways.
 Well. you'll get used to us
 after awhile" Harrison continued
 Every place you go is pretty much alike. No tall buildings here. Not
 so much noise as New York but people don't vary much. Do they
 Jim?"