The Indianapolis times., 1931-03-04
'lNIAD MARRIAGES
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tered a drop Of icy temperature.
Didn't know you were playing 1T
tie helper, Jean. You must excuse
me-"
Gypsys Don't mention itl" was
equally formal. Her anger was
tempered by the thought that, Of
all the girls irr-the Office, Clara
Howard was the one she least
wished TO know that Jean was
sharing her duties. Now Clara
knew. It would be interesting to
see what damaging use she would
try to make Of this information.
Two little wrinkles appeared in
Gypsy's forehead just above her
nose. She looked up at the clock.
Then her heart began beating peil-
nell again Just as 1t had most Of
the morning.
Alan was coningl She must
hurry with her work because Alan
was coming! What did she care for
Clara Howard or Miss Tuttle or a
whole army Of tabulated figures?
In spite of aching shoulders and
overweight nerves, there was a
glow of happiness about Gypsy Nc
Bride. The minutes were flying and
every one Of them was bringing
Alan nearer.
With sigh Of relief Gypsy pulled
the final sheet from the carrier.
Jean looked up. BE through in a
minute" she mumbled.
Now Gypsy was arranging the
typewriter sheets. She got them
wrong twice, stopped and began
over again.
Fingers are all thumbsl" she
complained.
She had them all together at last.
Ten neat pages and eight sets of
carbons. 1t was twenty-five min
utes Of II. With good luck she could
reach the dock in time to see the
great steamship let down the gang
planks.
TYPSY glanced down at her
NJ mornings work. Check the
figures for errors" Miss Tuttle had
said. Why--it would take almost
all Of her precious twenty-five
minutes to read copy on those ten
pagesl
Tuttle had doubled the work on
the day she knew Gypsy was in
a rush to leave. Probably had
done 1t purpoSely. Well, 1t was too
late now! Not for all the Office
executives in the world would
Gypsy miss meeting the boat which
was to bring Alan Crosby home
again.
She jumped up, gathering to-
gether the pages and rustling
through a desk drawer for purse,
gloves, and vanity case, she hur-
ried into the adjoining Office and
laid the manuscript on Miss
Tuttle's desk.
The older woman nodded and
her straight lips tightened. Gypsy
had reached the door when she
heard her name called. She
wh1rled about.
eyes, Miss Tuttle?"
"You were careful to check your
copies with the originals on this
work, Suppose2"
Surely 1t was a white lie and
surely 1t was forgivable. Gypsy
answered without a moment of
hesitation.
eyes, Miss Tuttle."
Every well. That's ALL"
Gypsy didn't give the matter an
other thought. She knew that
memoranda for directors meetings
were important, that prices and
matters Of policy might be de-
termined by them. She knew the
penalty such an error might bring
and she forgot all these things.
Down the hall she nearly ran to
get her coat and hat. Jean Foster
was waiting for her In the dressing
room.
Listen, Gypsy, do you want to
wear my new hat? You can have
it till Monday"
Thanks, honey. I guess I'd bet
ter wear my own. You've done a
lot for me all ready today.
Quick dabs of powder and q
touch Of lipst'ck wnile she spoke.
The close-fitting brown beret jerked
on at rakish angle. Now the tweed
coat that ha1 seen two winters
wear.
MY glcvesi" Gypsy walled. "I
had them just q minute ago. Well
-I'n have to so without theml"
Right behind you.'
Jean resc''1, the gloves from the
floor.
"AngelI Well-good- -by--i"
Gypsy had one hand on the dool
when something In the other girl:
manner made her hesitate. Jear
moved forward impulsively.
Gypsy" she said, you're looking
wonderful 1 guess it's because you
are so happy. You're in love with
him, aren't your"
The curling lashes fiuttered. Nc
use to try to hide the dancing light
in those brown eyes, the glow o1
happiness which Shone from every
feature OF Gypsy McBride's imperti-
nent little face.