The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-10
CHAPTER SIX


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CHAPTER SIX
She heard him coming up the
stairc. Gypsy, in her own room one
floor above, leaned against the door
and listened to the slow, familiar
footsteps as they neared the third
floor landing. There was a pause.
Gypsy listened, heard the door
open and close, and then the house
was still again. There was nothing
but the half-heard, muffled dance
tune from the jenkins second floor
radio.
She waited a little longer. The
radio wss whining a morose and
tine-worn tune. Gypsy recalled the
title, Cant We Be Friends?" One
OF those songs Of blighted love.
suddenly she forgot she hated
Alan Crosby and never wanted to
see his face again. Tears blinded
her. She made her way to the bed,
sank upon 1t and hid her face in the
pillows.
y
A T 10 o'clock the following morn
L \ ing Clara Howard, looking
blond and fragile in a. new blue
crepe, paused negligently beside
GypSyS desk.
Lend me your nail file, will you
darling?" she asked sweetly.
Gypsy opened her purse, took out
the file and handed 1t to her. Miss
Howard scrutinized her own deeply
tined finger tips, carefully shaping
one rosy nail more to her liking.
Thanks" she drawled as she laid
the file on the desk. Gypsy glanced
up.
why, GYPSY" the other girl ex-
claimed. What in the world is the
matter? You're looking positively
frightful. Aren't you well?"
I'm all right"
But those circles under your
eyes-and you're so palel"
I'm all right" Gypsy repeated.
Didn't sleep very well-that's all"
Fate chose that precise instant
Tor Elizabeth futile TO appear in
the doorway.
Miss Mcbride" the Office execu-
tive spoke crisply, when you can
leave your work, will you come into
this office, please?"
gypsy collected the work on her
NJ desk and arose. I'LL come
right away, Miss Tuttle," she said.
What was it that had gone
wrong now? AS we'll to get the Or
deal over. Gypsy followed the Older
woman into the adjoining office
It was a tiny room with barely
space for Miss Tuttles desk, two
chairs and a wooden cabinet. II
was always used for hiring. dis
charging, and for those interview.
which gained impressivenesS by the
office executives brisk Come into
my private office!"
Still puzzling over what could bt
wrong, Gypsy entered the room.
"CloSe the door, will you'll" Miss
futile said, with what seemed forced
brightness.
There had never been any grea+
friendship between these two. Mis-.
Tuttle six months previously haC
been transferred from the book.
keeping department. She wa.
thoroughly impressed with her owr
Importance.
The transfer was a promotion anC
Miss Tuttle energetically had insti
tuted efficiency meaSures"-to the
irritation Of Gypsy and others &C
customed to the old routine. Clar:
Howard and one or two of the othel
typtsts had won preferment by flat
terry. Gypsy, on the other hand
had a reputation for independence
"Sit down, Miss Mcbride" tn,
older woman motioned toward The
only chair.
Gypsy sat down. And it was a.
that moment she realized what wa.
to come. Those figures she haC
typed Saturday-the directors re.
pert!
She had failed to check them anC
now an error had been discovered
Her mind whirled as she though
OF consequences.
Miss Tuttle leaned back In he
chair, folding her hands upon the
desk. 1t was an attitude which