The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-05

and little black hat. She waved
to you, Alan"
Now it was Alan who seemed
confused, though he tried elaborate
! ly to hide it.
"Oh, You must mean Mrs. Lang
ley" he said carelessly. AT least,
it sounds ike her. FUNNY didn't
see her wave. Just a passenger I
lmet on shipboard. Sorry 1 didn't
get around to say goodby. She'll
think me rude"
Another day Gypsy might have
doubted. Today she so wanted to
believe the explanation.
Don't worry! She'll understand.
Maybe I just imagined she was
waving at you. I've been so excited
today it wouldn't be a wonder!"
1t was twenty minutes before she
and Alan had reached the street
and another ten before they were
in a taxicab.
Where to, Gypsy?"
Same old place-Mrs. OHare's.
You're invited to lunch. Oh, you
must come!" she went on as Crosby
seemed to hesitate. "You must,
Alan! She's expecting you"
He gave the driver the address
and settled back.
well, that's darned nice, but you
see-!"
Gypsy silenced him. mot another
word" she declared. "It's settled.
Why, I'd lose my happy home if
I failed to bring you. You just ought
to hear the way Mrs. O'Hare talks
about you. Honestly, she calls you
a genius!"
Crosby grinned. He covered
Gypsy's hand with his own.
I'll make her my press agent,
he said. "All right, I'll come! And
now how about you, Gypsy? Tell
me all about YOURSELF"
But there's nothing to tell
want to hear about you"
They laughed like youngsters.
Partly it was excitement and partly
embarrassment. After nearly two
years of separation they were find
ing, as have SO many others, that
the really important subjects were
elusive.
They talked of inconsequential
things-the day, which was sum
shiny for late February, traffic, the
tower of new skyscraper, q chew
ing gum advertisement glazing down
from the heavens. Crosby was en-
thusiastic about everything.
"You are glad to be back, aren't
you?" Gypsy sighed happily.
Bright girl! SO you've noticed
it?"
She didn't mind his laughing at
her. Anyhow, Alan was always
teasing.
And you're really glad to see
me?"
"Of course I am. You're a sweet
kid, Gypsy. Coming all the way to
the boat to meet me-"
"You-you don't think I've
changed, do you, Alan?"
Madam, you don't look day over
40! I give you my word for it you
don't look day older"
She chose another subject.
"Tell me about the trip. Tell me
about that woman-what was her
name?-the one you said you talked
to on the boat"
ooh, nothing very exciting about
the trip. We had a little rough
weather the second day. There
were lots of nice people on board"
Eyes, but mean the one who was
so beautiful! You know. MRS.
can't remember what you called
her"
"Oh, I guess you mean Mrs. Lang
ley. She's just an American wom-
an who happened to be coming
home from Paris. We sat at the
same table"
Must be rich, isn't she?"
ooh, I don't know"
where's her husband?"
"Say-you seem to be unusually
interested! She hasn't any hus-
band. She's divorced. That's ali I
know about her. Is that enough?"
Il
LIE was annoyed. Not for the
Il world would Gypsy have had
that happen. She sat very still,
lasheS lowered. Then she heard
his voice.
Nov I've hurt your feelings!
I'm aor1y. Forget it. will you,
Gypsy?"
"Blt there's nothing to forget!
Everything's all right-really!"
(TO Be Continued)