The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-18
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"Of course she WILL" Wallace as
sured her with bland masculine :
Tenity. why shouldn't she?".
Gypsy smiled. Lots Of reasons, F"
she said.
She'll be glad to see you" the
young man insisted. She's been
telling me for the last six months
that I ought to get married. Thinks
I should settle down" He grinned,
indicating that this was humorous.
TT was on the tip Of Gypsy's
4 tongue to ask If his aunt wanted
him to marry or If she wanted him
to marry particular girl. That
would make difference.
Then she remembered it would
hurt jim as much to talk about
his former f1ancee, as it was hurting
her now whenever she thought of
Alan Crosby.
Poor Jim-it must be q trying
morning Tor MIN, 700.
Perhaps Aunt Ellen would be
glad to see her. Anyhow she would
try to think so.
Wallace held up his wrist and
looked at his watch. Twelve
O'Clock" he announced. "Are you
ready for lunch?"
Gypsy said she rather would wait.
For half an hour Wallace devoted
himself to his newspaper and the
girl stared at the printed pages
before her. Not once in that half
hour did she turn the page.
Then a Negro boy in stiff1y
starched white uniform came
through the car singing out,
Luncheon now being served in the
dining carl" Wallace glanced over
the top Of the newspaper and Gypsy
nodded to signify that she was
ready.
A solicitous head waiter ushered
them to q table in the center Of the
car and offered the menu. Only
about half of the places at the 9TH
er tables were occupied.
Across the car at the right Gypsy
noted the woman with the beautiful
mink wrap. She was eating her
luncheon alone.
Gypsy glanced at the young man
facing her and felt a thrill Of possess
sion. He was her husband-and a
husband to be proud of!
Whatever madness she had COM
naitted, however much she might
later regret the morning events, Jim
Wallace looked strong and depend
able and a young man to be relied
upon.
She began to notice attractive fea-
lures of his appearance that had
not impressed her before. Not, of
course, that he was handsome. Jim
Wallace was almost the exact OPP
posite of the type of man Gypsy ad-
mired most.
His face was ruddy, but it sugg est
ed days in the open with the Wind
whipping against his cheeks. IT, was
the ruddiness that goes with bright
blue eyes and with f1aXen HAIR.
Twice that morning Jim had
surprised her with a quick. flashing
smile that was like sunlight on
steel. The smile had completely
transformed him.
Most of the time, however, he was
soberfaced, and the eyes held a look
which Gypsy could not understand.
She noticed for the first time that
Wallace's chin might have been
modelled from the figure of an
athlete in a Grecian frieze. Strong.
Splendid. Firm.
She liked the well-tailored, care
less look of his clothes. Gypsy
heaved a tiny sigh. Her husband!
Now Wallace was frowning over
the menu. What would you like?"
he asked. "Any suggestions?"
I'm not very hungry Gypsy adj
mitted.
do you good to eat. didn't
have much breakfast myself. How
would you like to start with
oysters?"
she might nave INFORMED him
that her own breakfast had been
exactly one cup of black coffee. but
she did not.
I'D rather have fruit" was what
she answered. "Is there grape
fruit?"
q
IVES. there was grapefruit. Wal
L lace ordered blue points for
himself. After that they had chops
and a salad Of vegetables and
Gypsy chose ice cream for dessert
and her husband. ate q large
wedge-shaped portion Of apple pie.
They were having the dessert
when Gypsy smiled across at him.
Here" she said, cutting into
halves the tiny square Of cake that
was served with her ice cream.
you must eat half. It's the we'd
ding cake"
Wallace flushed. 'Not much a
party, I guess, is it?" he said.
We'll have to make up for it
when we get home. Have a dinner