The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-16
MAD MARRIAGES 9.
o9 LAURA LOU BR00kkAN A0d5or of1fiE4RI HIN6RKetg


I the contract in her mind between
good-natured, sturdy Jim and Alan
Crosby, handsome and tempera-
mental.
Jim never had taken Alan's place.
Now she was amazed to find jim
had a place of his own. She did
not want to give him up to Marcia
Phillips.
The moon rose higher in the sky.
Shrubbery that had been In shadow
suddenly emerged. The sundial that
had glistened like ivory was lost TO
view.
The house was perfectly quiet
when at last Gypsy left the swing
1t was 1920 when she sent Pat to
his bed for the night, made the
rounds OF the doors to see that all
except the front one was bolted,
and then went to her room.
She had settled on a waiting pol
icy, but the plan seemed hopeless.
Daily she felt the rift between her
self and Jim becoming wider
Whenever he telephoned that he
would be delayed, whenever he left
for the evening Gypsy wondered if
he were spending the time with
Marcia.
She stayed away from the cot
tage at the end Of the block, but
one day, in spite of her precautions,
she saw Marcia.
Gypsy had come from the garden.
She had been helping Sam trans
plant a row Of phlox and her cot
ton dress, her bare arms and even
her face we're grimy. Sam led her
around the house to have look at
the hole he had discovered in the
hedge. Sam declared small boys
we're responsible.
oh" Gypsy exclaimed as they
reached the front yard, Il didn't
realize it was down there!'
CONsCIOUs Of her disgraceful
~ appearance, she nevertheless
followed the gardener. The hole
was in the front hedge, half way
between the entrance and the cor
ner. Gypsy got down on her knees
to inspect it.
What are you going to do?" she
asked
"Fasten it up with wire!" Sam
said staunchly. I'll teach the little
beggars to burrow into this hedge!"
Sam mumbled on belligerently.
Gypsy rose to her feet. AS she did
so she heard a voice saying Sweetly,
How do you do, Mrs Wallace?"
The girl turned. Marcia Phillips
and girl whom Gypsy did not
know were approaching. Marcia
was dressed in lavender organdie, a
broad brimmed straw picture hat
trimmed with lavender ribbon on
her head. The other girl was in
white.
Both looked delightfully."- cool and
fresh. The lavender gown for all
its simplicity had lines marking it
with an unmistakable Fifth avenue
stamp. Marcia was smiling.
Gypsys cheeks crimsoned. She
could feel the smudges on her face
and arms. In imagination they
magnifled.
"Oh-good morning" she man
aged to say. 1--we been gardening"
Marcia's laugh was low trill.
How nicep she said. Such a
beautiful morning for it. Come and
see me some timel"
frryO rri1-Je Good m (svyrNexy
watched them. A slow, steady fire
began to smolder in the girls heart.
It hate her!" Gypsy told herself.
II hate her! I hate her!"
Then she hurried back to the
house. She did not emerge until she
had bathed and put on a clean
frock.
THAT same evening the oppor-
Il tunity arrived that Gypsy had
been looking for. She had decided
affairs could not go on as they had
been. Jim appeared to be as rniser-
able as she was. When they left the
table he went out on the sun porch
and presently Gypsy followed.
Jim was sitting in the swing
smoking. Night had not fallen yet,
but all about was gray twilight.
The tip of his cigaret glowed red
in the dusk. Gypsy sat down be-
side him.
She hesitated, wondering how to
begin. Jim, she said after a few
moments, Il don't believe you're
feeling very well lately. Is it be-
cause you've been working too
hard?"
Nothing wrong with me-"
But I'm sure there is. I can see
it. Is it anything you're worried
about?"
Must be your imagination" jim
answered. ''I'm all right"
But you. do look worried so
much of the time. If there's any
thing gone wrong I wish you'd tell
me about it. Maybe it would help
He moved as though annoyed.
There's nothing to TELL" he said,
and that ended the discussion.
Presently she tried again. This