The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-28

I asked. 4 mean of course the Civil
WARP"
Il don't think my relatives were
in this country then" Gypsy told
her.
All other conversation suddenly
died. Out Of the silence Mrs. Mich
olson spoke again. And from what
country, may ask. did they Gomez"
The woman leaned forward wait
ing for Gypsy's answer.
From Ireland"
Ireland" 1t was Lucia who
spoke with a slightly rising infec-
ton.
MY grandfather sailed from Bel
fast when he was II years DID," the
girl replied steadily. Father used
to write to his cousins there. Some
Of them still are living in Belfast"
r UCIA's futtering "ohl" was a
Il gasp. Out of the deadening
stiffness Jim came to his wife's de-
Tense.
THE Irish make good fighters,
Aunt Sophronia," he said. You'll
have to admit that. There were
probably lot Of them at Ander-
sonWlle along with Uncle Ezra"
Lucia Wallace exchanged glances
with Mrs. Nicholson. "Of course
Forest City is quiet place." she
spoke in her most elegant. aris-
tocratic voice. Our life is very
simple here, but if you'd like we
might make up a foursome for golf
some afternoon. I play at the Glen
dale club"
I'm sorry" Gypsy answered. q
don't play golf"
"Really?"
Well, we'll teach you" Ben Wal
lace said heartily. Cant hit a bail
myself, but I'm great teacher. jim
here knows that"
But perhaps-er-Gypsy NAV
prefer some other sport" his wife
suggested.
Gypsy shook her head. I'm not
good at any sports she said. eve
always been too busy"
Sophronia Nicholson cleared her
voice. "You-had other interests?"
she asked.
The air seemed charged. Gypsy
had endured suggestions of supe-
r.ority as long as she could. Reac-
ton was inevitable and it came
with a flash.
Yes" she said bitterly, II had
other interests-pounding a. type
writer eight hours a day to earn a
living. Trying to pay for board and
room on $50 week. That's how
I've spent my tirne!"
Ellen Wallace dropped a fork
DO you mean to say" she began
but Jim Wallace interrupted. He
was on his feet. I've had about
enough of this" he said.
Ncr n
ONCE before Gypsy had seen jim
~ Wallace angry, but that had
been nothing like the white-faced
rury with which he turned on the
group at the table.
I'll tell you what I think of
YOU" he cried. Il think you're a
punch of shopping, smalI-minded
snobs. Do you hear that? IRVING
TO stir up trouble, that's what you're
DOING
We'll, it won't work and Won
might as we'll know it here and
now What right have you to- look
down on a person who works for a
living? What right have YOU to
think you're better than anybody
else?
I'm ashamed of you. Gypsy and
l can get along without you all
right. Well do it, too"
Now wait minute!" Ben WAL
lace's tone was conciliatory. you
don't mean all you're saying, jim"
Ben, you keep out OF this!"
Lucia Wallace delivered the COM
mand to her husband sharply.
Before she could say more, jim
had turned toward Gypsy. "Come
on" he said. Were going home
Ellen Wallace's face slowly had
CONCEALED as her nephew spoke.
Now her cheeks were scarlet. "I
never thought I'd live to see the
day my own brothers son could
talk to me this way!" she ex-
claimed. I'D never have believed
it possible!"
And I wouldn't have believed
you'd invite guests to your house
to sheer and make Jun Of some one,
Aunt Elem Jim shot back. Well,
go ahead. You can talk to your
hearts content now, only we won't
be here to listen!"
Harriet. coming from the kitchen,
heard the last words and dropped
a teacup. There was the sound of
china.
Jim put his hand on Gypsy's arm
and led her from the room. There
was a moments dalay in the hall
for wraps and then they we're out of
the house.
The fresh air was comforting
against Gypsy's smarting cheeks.
1t was cool and invigorating breeze
with a faint hint of spring in it.
Twilight had turned into evening
and pale stars glinmered in the
cloudless sky. The street was very
still.
Neither spoke. The sound OF
their footsteps was exaggerated by