The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-11

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she do that2
Gypsy put down the hair brush.
After all, perhaps it was magma
ton. Jim had said nothing to set
her of on such a track The whole
thing was nonsense. She went to
bed.
In spite of determination, she
could not quite put the suspicion
from her mind next day. There
was nothing to confirm or deny it,
because Jim dined downtown and
attended a club meeting.
1t was nearly II when he arrived
home and they talked only for a
short time Jim told her about the
speaker Of the evening, who had
been dull.
Friday evening they had dinner
at home. Gypsy, remembering Jim
had paid her a compliment on her
housekeeping, ordered a menu she
knew would please him.
The broiled salmon was served
with his favorite sauce. ThereN were
baked potatoes and fresh peas in
cream and a salad of watercress
For dessert there was Matilda's most
celebrated achievement-wedges of
lemon pie topped with great fufs
Of golden meringuc. Jim Wallace
had a failing for lemon pie.
That" he announced impress
sively as they rose from the table
was meall There's not a king
in the world could ask for finer
fare!" Jim looked we'll fed and
happy.
Give Matilda the credit" Gypsy
answered. Really, Jim, if you men
ton to her that you liked the pie
1 know she'd be pleased"
I'll do it. Sure" He moved to
the radio and turned the dials so
That instead Of the dinner music
they had been listening to. the
voices of two comedians filed the
room.
Grinning, he dropped to his big
chair. Another Of Aunt ElIen's pet
peeyes," he said. "Lord-how She
used to hate this pair!"
The distant entertainers chat
tered back and forth in dialect for
i've minutes. The doorbell rang
then and Jim rose and went into
the hall to answer.
n
gypsy heard a woman's voice.
NJ high and excited. She listened
intently. No doubt of tit was
Ellen Wallace. The girl was on
her feet Immediately. Before she
reached the hall jim had turned.
Come on in, Aunt Ellen" he was
saying. Come on in and sit down.
You're all worked up. There's
plenty Of time to tell me-"
But you don't know!" the wom-
ans voice was nervous, high pitched.
You don't understand! It's from
Marcia, Jim. Her husband-it hap
pened this morning - he's - he's
dead!"
All three in the room were sud-
denly like statues.
"What?" Wallace asked slowly.
Hes dead-Marcia' husband! He
fell from horse. Killed him in
stantly." She was waving a yellow
telegram before him. Its all here
here's her message. Read it!''
Jim took the paper and bent over
1t. He was silent for a long while.
Won't you sit down, Aunt FL
len" Gypsy suggested.
Miss Wallace glanced about the
room critically. She had not seen
it since its renovation at the hands
of the interior decorator. She sank
down in the nearest chair.
well" Jim said slowly, glancing
up, this is bad news. Very bad
news. I'm sorry for Marcia"
"Of course the child is beside her
self" Ellen Wallace put in. "Her
mother sailed two weeks ago for
Europe. There she is all alone in
that terrible place up in Canada.
No one to help her or do for
her"
1.-THE Phillips family probably has
taken charge of things" jim said.
y
GYPSY had remained in the
" background. What is it that's
happened?" she asked.
Jim eyed her levelly. you've
heard me speak of Marcia Loring, .
he said. "She was married six weeks
ago to Brock Phillips. Spending
their honeymoon at Banff. This
morning Phillips fell from a horse
and it killed him."
"Oh-how horriblel"
Miss Wallace covered her eyes
with her handkerchief. Poor Mar
cia!" she murmured. "Oh, the poor
girl"
jim paced across the floor and
back again. He halted beside his
aunt. There isn't anything we can
do, is there?" he asked.
you must send her a message,
| Jim. I declare, I've been so beat