The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-09
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! ton of elegance in the gown be-
meath the cloak, the perfect titan
couture.
In particular she noticed the ges-
ture with which Mrs. Langley drew
her cloak about her as thought TO
avoid the sordid crowd. Instead Of
being inundated, Gypsy McBride's
anger famed
Crosby, though he felt the hand
on his arm, seemed about to speak,
why Gypsy again interrupted.
Il understand a lot Of things
noW" she snapped, but, oh, Alan
you might have told the truth!
You might have
From somewhere in the crowd
a mans voice, drunken, rose
above the girls. "Oh, OIL Papa's
steppin' outl" the voice cried.
Another joined in: Don't let him
get away with it, baby. Soak him
on the Jaw!"
zach sally was followed by GUT
II flaws. For the first time Gypsy
turned her head. She saw the circle
which had gathered about herself,
Crosby and the beautiful stranger.
Gypsy paled. She saw girls
dressed as she was, in cheap dark
street clothes; men in soft fedoras
and men in cleaning top hats;
young women bare headed wearing
rich evening wraps.
To Gypsys distorted imagination,
it seemed that the whole street was
gaping at her. Now she knew what
she had done. She wanted to run.
It was terrifying. At that instant
when it seemed the whole world
was sea Of eyes, staring at her
and escape was impossible Mrs.
Langley spoke. She addressed
Crosby.
You'd better take your friend
home!" she said icily. Here's my
car. Good night"
She turned and the nveried
theater attendant, who had gone
from crimson to pale lavender try
ing to check the conlmotion, helped
her into the motor car which had
drawn to the curb.
Mrs. Langley's own fair fingers
closed the door with a resounding
tllwack.
Gypsy looked at Crosby.
"Here!" he said, slipping a bill
into the starters hand: Help me
out Of this. Get me a cabI'
How it could have been done so
quickly must remain a mystery.
From the honking din Of vehicles
taxicab approached. Crosby
grabbed the girls arm and pushed
her forward.
"Get in!" he ordered.
Gypsy could not have held back
even if she had wanted to. She
sank into the far corner Of the cab,
grateful for the darkness.
Crosby followed. The door shut
after them and the taxi lunged for
ward.
It could not go far. Before and
behind them the street was damned.
Now that the center of interest had
been removed the crowd on the
sidewalk struggled forward again.
Mingled with relief was Gypsy
McBride's consciousness Of Alan's
anger, Of what she had done.
He was sitting at the far side of
the seat. His eyes were fixed
straight ahead; his face was pale.
She knew he was furious.
Only once before had Gypsy seen
him look like that. The time they
had been walking on the east side
and found a man beating a cring-
ing fox terrier. Alan had interfered
and the affair ended in police court.
Outstanding in Gypsy's memory
of the episode had remained the
vision of Alan's blazing dark eyes
and white face.
Now he was like that again. She
was sure he knew that she was
watching him, but still he did not
speak. Gypsy moved uncomfortahly.
She stared out the cab window.
To regret the incident before the
theater was one thing Repentance
was another. and Gypsy's indigna-
ton still blazed. She tapped one
foot angrily against the cab door.
Why didn't he explain? Why
didn't he say something The whole
affair was Crosby's fault. He had
deliberately deceived her. Who was
that woman-the one he had in
sisted was a casual friend? Friend
indeed!
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TINE little foot tapped faster.
L All right-if Alan wouldn't
speak she'd show hirnI Gypsy put
one hand on the cab door and tried
to open it. She wouldn't ride in
his old cab; she'd take the subway.
The door opened. Gypsy made q
quick movement and felt g. vise-like
grip on her arm.
you stay in herei' Crosby COM
manded. you stay in this cab!'
It'd like to know why!"
Because you're going to-that's
why. What do you want to do? Get
the riot squad out? I should think
you've done about enough for one
night"