The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-30

drew out her vanity case ana DuSled
herself with the tiny powder puff.
Before she had finished, steaming
cups Of coToe wore cot before them.
Smells good" jim said, shifting
the fragrant aroma Didn't know
I was hungry. but I guess I am"
Over the coffee and sandwiches
Gypsy told him what she had been
trying to say ever since they had
left his aunts home. Il want you
to know I appreciate what you did"
she said slowly. L don't know what
1 would have done wit1'~''- vol"
Jim looked down. Forget it," he
said shortly Don't think any more
about it,
But it was partly my fault"
Gypsy protested. Il don't want to
make trouble, I shouldn't have said
what I did
"Listenr jim Wallace snapped
the words out. Lucia was to blame
for that mess. She started the
others. Oh, I know Lucia all right
It's time she heard lot Of things
and I'm glad had a chance TO say
what did
I've had about as much Of this
business Of relatives mixing into my
affairs as I can stand Maybe they'll
begin to realize it!'
THE blue eyes snapped angrily.
4 1t was almost as though she
were looking at a stranger, Gypsy
thought. This was not the kindly,
considerate Jim she had become
accustomed to.
She had meant to show that she
was grateful and all that she had
succeeded in doing was to infuriate
him
They left the restaurant soon
afterward. The drive home was
shorter than Gypsy had expected,
even though jim kept the car at
lower speed.
1t was necessary because they
were on main highway with an
almost constant stream of traffic.
Gypsy kept to her side Of the
seat. The nights events had set
her to thinking how little she really
knew Of jim Wallace. Instead OF
bringing them closer in sympathy as
one might have expected the breach
between them had widened.
jim had his troubles and she had
hers. Was he thinking Of Maria
LOring, the girl he should have
married, Gypsy wondered. For the
thousandth time, she tried to guess
what would be the outcome of this
mad adventure.
The roadster turned into the ave-
nue. on which the Wallace home
stood. Gypsy glanced at Aunt Ell
lens cottage as they passed. There
were no lights at the windows.
jim stopped the car for her and
Gypsy got out. She Unattached the
front door, went inside, and
switched on the lights. When jim
returned from putting the roadster
away for the night, she was waiting
in the living room.
Think I'll read a while" jim
announced, picking up a newspaper
from the table
Then I'll say goodnight" Gypsy
told him. She went through to the
kitchen to be sure Matilda had
bolted the rear doors. AS she passed
through the living room again Jim
was slumped behind his newspaper.
n
upstairs in her own room
" Gypsy reverently laid aside her
new coat. She had forgotten about
the expensive costume until the re-
Election in the full-length mirror
reminded her.
The money might rs well have
been spared, Gypsy thought bitterly.
Still, it was lovely gown. She
turned, noting the trim, graceful
lines of the skirt with satisfaction.
Well, the high and mighty Wal
laces could say what they wanted
to about her lowly past. She had
better figure than any of them.
1t was long while after she had
put out the light and crept into bed
before Gypsy fell asleep. When
she awoke next morning the room
was flooded with sunlight.
Gypsy sat up, rubbing her eyes.
The hands of the block on the
bedside table pointed to 10 minutes
of 9.
She was out of bed instantly
pulling on her clothes. 1t was the
first morning since Aunt Ellen's de-
parture that she had failed to
breakfast with jim. She hurried
out into the hall. The door of Jirn's
room was open, revealing covers
thrown back on a tumbled bed
Matilda was clearing the table
when Gypsy reached the dining
room.
Has Mr.. Wallace gomez" the girl
asked.
Eyes, Ma-am."
you can bring me my break
fast" Gypsy said. "AIl 1 want is
fruit and toast and coffee"
There was a full day ahead. Miss
Christopher was coming that morn
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