The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-02
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jim was keeping his mystery to
himself.
she said she'd come about TO-"
the girl answered. Can I give you
some more cofee?"
Jim shook his head. "Its get
ting late" he said, glancing at his
watch Wanted to get an early
start this morning. Guess I'd bet
ter be on my way. You'll excuse
me?"
To leave without the second cup
Of coffee was unheard of. Gypsy
rose as the young man did and fol-
lowed him to the door. Then she
waited a few moments until the
green roadster appeared in the
drive.
Usually she waved, but this morn
ing Jim did not look around. With
a sigh, Gypsy returned to the break
fast table.
The newspaper lay where Jim
had dropped it. Gypsy picked it up
and folded back the pages. Then
she read the complete account of
the wedding.
1t must have been an impressive
ceremony. There was a list of names
OF attendants and ushers and de-
tails Of the reception following the
wedding. The newly married couple
had departed for a famous Cana
dian mountain resort.
THE last paragraph read: Mrs.
Il Phillips and her parents for
merry lived in Forest City. Since
the death of her father a year ago
Mrs. Phillips and her mother have
made their home at Great Neck,
l.. I.
Brock Phillips is a graduate of
Princeton university, where he was
a member Of the tennis team and
prominent in other sports. He now
is associated with his father, Henry
B. Phillips, owner of the Phillips
Breakfast Flakes Company"
On an inside page beside a col
umn headed Society News" there
was a picture of a blonde girl in a
dropping picture hat. Above was
the caption, Becomes Bride of
Brock Phillips"
Gypsy bent forward, staring at
the picture. It was face that
generally would have been accorded
lovely The features were regular.
Marcia-this other girl who had
held Jim Wallace's heart so care
lessly ir her slim fingers and shat
tered twas not smiling. The eyes
were large and well placed, ac-
cented by beautifully curving brows.
The nose. was fastidious.
IF there were a flaw in her face,
Gypsy thought, it was in the lips
which drew together rather tightly.
They suggested arrogance.
There was about Marcia Loring
nov Marcia Phillips-a definite
patrician air 1t was evident in the
way she held her chin. Or was
that merely trick of the photog
rapher to show off an Uncommonly
well-moulded throat?
The paragraph below stated that
Mrs. Brock Phillips, nee Loring,
formerly had resided in Forest City
and that she and her husband were
to spend several weeks in Canada
before returning to New York,
where they would make their home.
Matilda entered the dining room
and paused, surprised to see Gypsy
still at the table.
Il haven't quite finished" the
girl said and the cook disappeared.
The coffee was cold, but Gypsy fin
ished her cup and nibbled at piece
of toast. She could not take her
eyes from the picture in the news
paper.
If one had deliberately set out to
search the world, Gypsy thought,
it would have been impossible to
find any one more totally unlike
herself.
Here was the girl whom jim
worshiped blond, aristocratic,
probably tall and slim. Resent
ment against this fair girl who had
been so cruel welled up in Gypsy's
heart.
n
A T last she arose and went about
N her mornings duties. BY 10:15,
when Abbie Manley rang the door
bell the girl was ready for the shop
ping trip.
If Abbie had seen the morning
newspaper she said nothing about
the Loring- Phillips wedding. Abbie
was driving the coupe. and as soor
as she and Gypsy we're inside SHIT
began an energetic discourse on TIN
rose arbor Charles was trying tt
| build
He wanted to do it himself and h
and Abbie had conflicting ideas o
architecture.
Gypsy was amused. She wa
grateful for such friendly, uncrit
ical companionship. They reached
the stores and before the dazzling