The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-30

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For some reason which the girl
could not have explained 1t seemed
terribly important tonight to Gypsy
TO look her best. It would be the
last time she appeared with jim.
Of course they would dance to-
gether. The thought Of Jins arms
about her set her to trembling.
Dressing became a ceremony. She
put on her daintiest, most fragile
undergarments. The chiffon gown
was still a ruin.
Gypsy had only one other that
was suitable-a white crepe. She
slipped it over her head. The white
SIX contrasted with the ivory of
her arms. She studied the effect
in the mirror and added a necklace
Of scarlet beads. That was better.
She touched the stopper Of the
perfume bottle to the nape of her
neck, her lips, and the palms of her
hands. Having done all that she
could to make herself desirable. she
turned and went down the stairs.
she was alone in the living room
when Jim entered If he was i'm
pressed by her appearance, he said
nothing about it. Gypsy went over
70 him.
Il haven't told them, she said in
low voice. do you think we
should?"
jim shook his head. "Announc-
ing a divorce is hardly a subject to
put guests at ease" he said coolly.
I think the announcement can
walt. He never had spoken in that
icily formal tone before.
They heard Anne and Phil com
ing down the stairs. There was no
time to say anything further. Anne
was In pink lace and seemed IN
usually animated. Phil boosted of
the improvement in his golf game.
Gratefully Gypsy let the others
talk and sat back listening.
n n
a LITTLE later they went in to
n dinner Matilda had equaIed
the emergency. There was no evil
oence in the tasty dishes set before
tnem that the meal was impromptu.
1t was better food than Gypsy ever
mad eaten at Anne Trowbridge's
nome. Again there was candle light
and a gay floral centerpiece. How
lovely Anne looked when she smiIedl
BY George!" Phil Trowbridge
spoke up. "You know I never real
ized before how much Gypsy looks
like Anne"
I've always thought they looked
alike" Jim told him, except of
course that Anne's taller and her
eyes are blue"
"And Anne doesn't have curly
hair" Anne herself reminded him
aren't you Simmer than you were
Gypsy?"
She said she did not know. It
was untrue. Gypsy knew that her
face had become thinner within the
last five days
We'll, I'll tell you one thing"
Anne continued, turning to Jim. Il
mad no idea when you married her
that Gypsy was going to turn into
such a perfect housewife. You two
certainly must be comfortable!"
Jim's answer was sufficient, if
family evasive. Whereas Gypsy
was quiet throughout the meal Jim
did a great deal of talking.
He repeated facts and figures
about Forest Citys growth and de-
velopment until the girl was sure
Phil and Anne must be bored.
Coffee was served in the living
room and at 9 o'clock the quar-
tet set out for the country club.
They drove in Jim's roadster, with
Gypsy and Phil tucked into the
rumble seat behind
That was an agreeable arrange
ment, because Phil took the con-
versation into his own hands and
an occasional Eyes" or mo" was all
that was necessary from Gypsy.
The crowd already was dancing
when they arrived. There were COL
ored lanterns strung about the edge
of the broad veranda and swaying
couples circled the floor. A few
others we're dancing inside. Some
of the men were in white fianneIs.
Jim led the way up the steps and
the girls left their wraps in a small
side room. The two men were wait
ing when they reappeared.
The orchestra was playing a mel
ody that, for all its compelling
rhythm, held notes of plaintive en-
treaty. 1t was the song of a lover
pleading with his sweetheart.
They went out on the porch. Jims
arms circled Gypsy and they moved
away together. Their steps matched
perfectly.
The girls head was just above
Jim's shoulder. Her heart pounded
so that she dared not glance up.
The music, the soft glow of the
lanterns, the night breeze touching
her cheeks softly, all inspired mad,
ecstatic longings.