The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-24
MAD NtARRIAG 9. 3
BY LAURA LOU BR00kPAN Author 0f17E4RT HiNl6RYeL i

formed him that Mrs. Wallace was
not receiving guests.
Later a note arrived. Gypsy gave
it to jim to answer. She had eau
toned Jim not to tell any one she
was Ill. There would be sure to be
unpleasant complications.
For seven days she remained
practically prisoner. She read,
sewed-and watched the clock for
4:30 to arrive.
Gypsy was sitting before the win
dow Thursday evening when she
saw the green roadster turn into
the drive. Five minutes later when
Jim entered the room she looked up
smiling.
4Ive been watching for you" she
announced. You're five minutes
earlyl"
Jim's face was serious. Without
replying he crossed to where she
was sitting. Here" he said. SIS
something I think you should
read"
He handed Gypsy a letter.
gypsy took the letter and looked
" at the handwriting on the en-
velope. The slanting script was
unfamiliar. who's it from?" she
asked.
Read it. You'll find out" Jim
answered.
There was something about his
expression that puzzled Gypsy. She
looked at the envelope again. It
was addressed to James r. Wallace
at his office. She drew out the
folded sheet Of note paper.
"Catherin Fowler" was the
name signed at the bottom of the
single sheet.
But who" the girl began.
go ahead and read It,"
Gypsy read-slowly at first and
then with quickening interest.
Dear Mr.. Wallace" the letter
began. Il am writing this because I
feel must. You probably know that
a week ago I was acquitted in my
trial. My lawyer pleaded self-de-
tense.
1--WE are told that time heals all
things. 1t will be a long while be-
fore the horror Of these last weeks
can leave me, but I want you to Know
that never will forgt how you
and Mrs. Wallace helped me and
gave me courage to do the right
thing at the very crisis of il all.
Il am going away for a long rest.
Bobby is we'll again and is going
with me. When I look at my child
I feel that he really is my child-it
is with the knowledge that nothing
can cloud our future happiness. I
shall devote the rest of my life to
raising Bobby and teaching him to
be a good man.
mo one in this world ever will
know what my suffering was that
morning Mrs. Wallace came to see
me. 7 don't think I could have
gone on.
will you please tell her for me
that I bless her name, and that if
ever there is any way in which I
can repay you two I will consider it
d great privilege. Very sincerely
Catherine Fowler"
XXTHEN did you go to see her,
w Gypsy? What does she
mean by saying you gave her
courage to do the right thing'?"
"It-wasn't really anything I did,
Jim. I couldn't tell you, because I
promised I wouldn't. It was the
last day of the trial"
GYPSY Was it you who made
that woman come down and confess
to me that she shot her husband!"
The girl shook her head. "No,"
she said, Il don't think it was. You
see you were so sure Nina was 60
ing to be convicted and that she
was innocent-and so was THAT
I couldn't stand it.
Il went out to see Mrs. Fowler
e1o q 4GtoJ ACoOA u III 41OO ot~4 : Jl%oO
what I thought would happen, but
when I got there she was nearly
crazy because the boy was sick.
Somehow when I looked at her
knew she did it. I was sure Of it,
All I had to do was tell her who
was and she broke down and adj
nlitted everything. I told her to go
to you and you'd tell her what to
do. Isn't it wonderful she feels the
way she does now2 I'm so glad,
jim"
$50 it really was you who won the
Roberts easel"
"Oh, no, jim! Why, it wasn't at
all. That's silly! She'd have con-
fessed anyhow. I know she would.
"She had the idea that the reason
Bobby was sick was because she was
letting some one elese pay the
penalty for what she'd done. She
thought Bobby was going to die. The
poor woman didn't seem to know
what she was saying or doing"
"Just the same, you were the one
who made her contest"
81 wish you wouldn't say that. 1t
isn't true. She did it because she