The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-13
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weeks of cultivation and tireless ef-
fort.
That was why Gypsys arrival to
take the place of the injured Miss
Lane was so important. Anne Trow-
bridge, for all her frivolity, took
one subject seriously. She was
striving with tact, diligence, and a
surprising amount of insight for
the social position to which she
aspired.
1t was her wifely duty thus to aid
Phil $50 she told him) by enter
tanning the right people. 1t also
was form Of competition which
held feverish attraction for Anne.
Tonight marked a triumph Seat
ed at Pills right at the opposite
end Of the table was Mrs. Charles
Littleton Fox-THE Mrs. Fox,
whose name was so we'll known in
social columns and whose picture
never appeared even in the most
conservative of journals.
Mrs. Fox's presence at the Trow-
bridges dinner distinctly was a So
cial triumph.
Charles Fox sat beside Anne. He
made no pretense Of the fact that
horses and race track gossip were
the only things which interested
him.
If there was no one about to dis
cuss the Whitney 2-year-old's show
ing in the south or to make pre-
dictions about the Preakness,
Charlie Fox subsidized into grumpy
silence.
He was silent now, but not grum-
py-a concession owing to the fact
that his hostess was so young and
pretty.
Two Of Phil Trowbridge's bust
ness associates we're included in the
group. One Of these was the gray
haired Montgomery with his young
wife.
There was a Miss Matthews and
her brother, both nliddle-aged, who
had been friends Of Anne's mother.
They had Social Register rating
and little money. They had been
extremely useful to Anne.
MOST Of the others were recent
4V4 acquaintance of the Trow-
bridges. Gypsy supposed they must
have prominence of wealth-prob-
ably both. All of them impressed
the girl as being tiresome and I'M
interesting.
Anne was the prettiest woman in
the ROOM, Gypsy reflected. Some of
course might prefer the blond Mrs.
Montgomery, who wore four brace
lets, mostly diamonds, and a dia-
mond pendant, but Uttered con-
stantly in high, childish voice.
Gypsy had taken a dislike to Mrs.
Montgomery.
Now a butler was bringing the
soup. There never had been a but
Ter in the Trowbridge household
before. Anne clearly was out-doing
herself!
Horace Page was asking If Gypsy
had seen the latest Guild play. It
was on the tip of the girls tongue
to reply truthfully that she had
tried to get tickets, but no balcony
seats were available. Instead, she
said she had not gotten around
to it.
They've hit the wrong tempo"
Page told her. Altogether the
wrong tempow
Tempo? Gypsy had supposed they
were talking about a play.
"Of course the symbolism is dom
lnant," the man continued, "and
it's impressive. Oriental thing, you
know. Very colorful. But there's
no excuse really for misplacing the
tempo. One doesn't expect that OF
the guild.
Gypsy thought she must have
misunderstood. cts the new play
Lynn Fontanne's in, you mean, isn't
it?" she asked.
Page nodded, bringing the bald
spot into prominence.
"Over-rated actress" he said
briskly. There followed ten-minute
monolog on what was owrng with
Miss Fontanne's dramatic por-
trayals.
Horace Page advanced the in
formation that he was secrs,4.-y Of
Little Tneater group. He dtplored
the commercial theater and the
public's failure to appreciate true
art.
But we're reaching them!" Page
declared with feeling. Were
reaching theml"
Why, Gypsy asked herself, had
she ever given up the peace and
quiet of her room? This was a hun
dred times worse.
She moved restlessly, tried again
to fasten her attention on what
Page was saying.
Down at the end Of the table she
caught a glimpse of Mrs. Fox. Her
aristocratic chin was elevated, but
her table manners, the girl thought,
might have been improved. Poor
Phil striving to entertain the guest
of honor, looked hard-pressed.
All around the table were women
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