The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-10


governed by a new routine.
There was no more trotting OF by
himself throughout the neighbor-
hood when he chose. Pat remained
indoors or in square wire runway
at the back Of the house, except
when Gypsy took him with her on
his leash.
They went shopping each morn
ing together and for long walks in
the afternoon. Gypsy had discov-
cred the countryside surrounding
Forest City was glorious in May.
Lilac blossoms had come and
faded and now plum and apple trees
we're loaded with snowy fragrance.
Whichever way she walked, she
shifted their honeyed sweetness. The
trees we're in full foliage. Their
fresh green branches waved in
stately grace.
There were shrubs covered with
yellow, pink and crimson blossoms.
With a proud smile she exhibited to
jim one evening the days trophy
the first rose.
IT WAS tiny wild one she had
Il found in a sunny hollow place
at the very edge of the city.
Getting Ear aheld, aren't you?"
Jim asked.
But like to discover new places.
It's such fun. See-isn't it fra
grant?"
Tell you what We'll do" jim
announced. How about driving out
to Jackson's Greek Sunday? You're
always talking about flowers. Say
you'll find violets out there thick
as a carpet on the ground. White
ones, mostly.
They grow down on each side Of
the creek where the trees shade
them. All kinds Of wild flowers out
there. don't believe the kids go
out there any more the way they
used to. Jackson's creek was the
old swimnin' hole in my day"
I'D love to go, jim! Matilda can
pack a lunch and Wen make it a
picnic"
Gypsy made plans for the expedi-
ton enthusiastically. It was the
first time she and Jim had arranged
an outing-even such a small one
as drive into the country.
She planned lunch which in
Guided cold fried chicken, fresh
rolls, salad and pickles and mar
vel of chocolate cake with thick
fudge icing.
Fruit and two thermos bottles
went into the lunch basket-one for
steaming coffee and the other for
ice water.
The Sunday they had selected
was the second day Of June. The
sun shone brightly. Gypsy came
out of the house in a green knitted
dress and jacket. About her head,
bandanna fashion, she had tied a
scarf of scarlet and black and gold.
AS she stepped into the roadster
Jim grinned.
"You look your name today" he
told her. eyes sir-regular gypsy"
Amy criticisms?"
None whatever. That was meant
to be a compliment"
Thank you, SIR" Gypsy spoke de-
murely, but her eyes held laughter
She was blushing.
Do rIiy1aIoI ,x,@ ~ ~
them and the roadster was off. It
was almost noon when they reached
the nearest approach to Jackson's
Greek. They left the car and Jim,
bearing the lunch basket, led the
way. The terrier battered beside
him.
Here we are" jim announced.
'Say-it all looks natural. haven't
been here in five years
They were standing on a sloping
hillside. Through the trees twenty
yards away the narrow stream
flashed old in the sunlight. The
ground, as Jim had predicted, was
carpeted with bright green.
Trees, crowding together at either
side of the opening, cast long, dark
shadows. There was path leading
toward the creek.
For a half hour Gypsy explored
excitedly. Then they opened the
lunch basket. Jim spread a robe on
the ground and they did justice to
Matilda's delicious cooking. The
terrier sat politely, ever alert for
tid-bits.
Occasionally they heard bird
calls. The leaves above rustleo
family. Otherwise the scene wa:
one of perfect peace.
Jim Wallace leaned nearer to the
girl. You're looking beautiful TO-
day." he said earnestly. do you
know that?"
Gypsy raised her head. She tried
to laugh, but the laugh caught in
her throat. For a long moment
their eyes met.
Suddenly Jim's arms went around
her. His lips pressed against hers.