The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-17
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Annes voice broke in on Gypsy's
reverie: I'm so glad the sun is
shining" she said. TITS a good
omen, you know-means good luck"
I'm glad, too" Gypsy agreed.
She wasn't thinking about pro-
pitious omens. She was thinking
that the last spring suit which was
her bridal costume would look much
more appropriate so long as the day
was warm.
The brown suit had been an ex-
travagance, even though Gypsy had
bought it late in the season. 1t had
been irresistible, because it was ex-
actly the shade to make her brown
eyes seem more lustrous and velvety
than usual and because it had tricky
pockets she could sink both hands
into.
When she did this. Gypsy looked
like a rather naughty small boy.
Anne knew the suit was last sea-
sons, but she complimented her on
its becomingness. There had not
even been time to shop for new
hat.
Gypsy wore the close-fitting felt
she had bought last June and
thanked heaven the summer had
been so warm that she had given
it scarcely any wear. Her blouse
was white and the gardenias did
a good deal for the entire costume.
Wallace ard Trowbridge were
talking about the car. Phil boosted
about the mileage he had covered.
Wallace described the roadster he
had purchased two months ago. He
said it could do 90.
"Say, Gypsy" Phil called back
over the wheel, lever drive with this
fellow? Know what speed demon
he ISL"
Mono, I haven't"
"Well, believe me, you've got
something to look forward tol"
Wallace protested. He said 1t
was safer to drive fast than slow.
Anyhow, he wasn't reckless, never
took chances. What this country
needed was minimum instead Of a
maximum speed law.
The conversation was cut short as
they reached the railway station.
Amid hub-bub of barking taxi
horns and snorting vehicles they ar
rived at the passenger entrance.
Three red caps ran forward to get
their baggage. Wallace helped Anne
and Gypsy out and Phil drove away
to park the car. He called after
them that he would return in1medi-
ately.
IN NADE it all right" said Wallace
1V1 with relief in his voice. The
big station clock pointed to 10 min
utes of II.
They waited near the gate until
Trowbridge rejoined them. A sta
ton attendant, with sonorous voice,
was calling out the departure of a
train.
mot ours" Wallace fastened to
assure Gypsy.
The whir and hustle Of the great
waiting room reused the girl. "Oh,
Anne" Gypsy said, I'm sorry I'm
not going to see you any more"
She was saying good-by, not to
Anne Trowbridge, but to all she was
leaving behind, TO New York, to
those crowded days at MacNa-
mara's, to memories of her father,
to Alan Crosby.
Gypsy laughed and no doubt the
others thought the tears in her eyes
were tears of happiness.
You're going to like it where you
are going" Anne treasured her.
What's the name of the place?
Forest City-that's right. Write to
us, darling. Well be waiting to
hear from you'll"
OF course she would write. Gypsy
chung to Anne's arm. This. cousin
whom she had thought of so casu-
ally suddenly had become the last
remaining link between the new life
and the old.
Phil Trowbridge's big hand
fastened itself over Gypsys in a grip
that was almost painful.
Wish you every happiness!" he
told her, grinning. Deserve it
Think Jim'S damned lucky! No
body's told me 1 could kiss the bride
but I'm certainly going toI"
He planted quick kiss OH Gyp.
sy's lips. In the confusion and
laughter that followed the girl found
herself beyond the train gate, way
Ing one gloved hand at Anne and
Phil across the barrier.
The colored boy with the bag
gage was ahead leading the way
Gypsy tried to match her short steps
to Wallace's great, striding ones.
They reached the car, entered 1t
and the girls eyes widened. There
were great, comfortable armchairs in
place of stiff train seats. A half
dozen passengers already were in
the car. Beside each chair there
were little tables for magazines or
books.
The white-coated porter led them
to the other end of the car. He
helped Wallace out of his coat and