The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-21

at doesn't seem right" Abbie
began, but she did not rise to fol-
low as Gypsy turned away.
The hot air struck the girls face
almost like a blow as she stepped
out on the street. 1t wss the same
intense heat from which she had
sought refuge, and yet Gypsy did
not give it a thought. She did not
notice the direction she took but
started walking.
The Pine Grove Inn last Monday.
A blue dress. "If it were any one
but Abbie," Gypsy thought, Il
wouldn't believe it. I'd think they
wanted to make trouble.
"Abbie couldn't do that. She
wouldn't Oh, but even Abbie should
know never wear blue!"
Marcia Phillips face danced be-
fore her. Marcia wore blue divinely.
Gypsy had seen her go past the
house in blue frocks dozen times.
So jim had lunched at the Pine
Grove Inn with Marcia Phillips.
"And I thought I knew him so
WE'LL" Gypsy told herself bitterly.
Il was so sure of his honesty. So
sure he'd come and tell me himself
Tiff Marcia was right when she
said that he loved herl Oh, jim
Jim, how could you'll"
TEARS were binding her. She
Il paused to brush them aside.
What if people did notice that she
had been weeping? Jim already had
made Spectacle of her. launching
with Marcia Phillips at the Pine
Grove inn.
She would go away, of course.
People could believe it was vaca-
ton trip if they wished. She would
go away and make it as easy for
Jim to divorce her as possible. Or
she would divorce him. The whole
thing was settled. She would tell
him tonight.
1t was a relief to come to a deci-
sion. Gradually Gypsy became
aware that she had been walking
In the wrong direction. She was
on the east side of town in a neigh
borhood she did not know.
She turned to retrace her steps.
The buildings were old here. The
shops looked rundown and cheap.
Barefoot children in Soiled clothes
played in the street.
She passed an eating place and
was almost nauseated by the odors.
Once more she realized how terribly
hot the air was.
Two blocks farther and the street
became more respectable. Now a
breeze was stirring. 1t was like an
oven blast. Gypsy s<w that the sky
had darkened.
It's going to rain" she thought
as the wind blew her skirts. at
may be bad storm. I'd better
hurry to get to the car"
Suddenly she heard ner name. It
was a man who was speaking.
Gypsy turned.
The young man was coming from
drug store. He was tall, slender
---ANN ~ SDSSA LII nAIAVS l1I1CkIs "A small
black mustache perched above his
lip. His face seemed familiar and
yet Gypsy did not recognize him.
He lifted his Panama hat as he
spoke.
How do you do, Mrs. Wallace?
I'm afraid you've forgotten me-"
How do you do?" Gypsy said.
She raked her brain, but for the
life Of her she could not recall a
name for this friendly, attractive
person who evidently knew her.
My name is GibSon-Frank Glib
son. Don't you remember your hus-
band introduced us the first night
you arrived in Forest City? It was
on the train just before we reached
here"
"Oh, of course I do. You must
excuse my memory, Mr.. Gibson.
It's really dreadful"
mot at all. Besides can under
stand. You would have seen more
Of me, I assure you, only I've Just
come back from a trip to the west
coast.
isn't it my luck, though, to leave
Oregon and get back just when the
heat wave is doing its worSt!"
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