The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-10
MAD MARRIAGE 3!
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much encouragement for over q
year2 Lucky? OF course she was
lucky?
Gypsy hit the wrong key and tried
to erase the damage. 1t left a
smudged spot.
Five letters-all capitals-ranged
themselves before her eyes. They
danced on the fresh white expanse
Of paper and screamed at her. The
letters would not go away. LUCKY"
they leered at her. "LUCKYr"
She never had felt more unIucky
In her life.
Gypsy was not given to. tears.
Emotional in other respects, she
seldom cried. Nov she frowned at
the notes to be copied and slowly,
deliberately continued tipping.
1t was hard work, because she
could not keep her attention from
rowing. How could she possibly feel
lucky after that quarrel with Alan?
What was job, a raise in salary
or anything else, compared with
knowing Alan hated her and never
wanted to see her again?
The typewriter keys were behav-
ing queerly. Gypsy wondered II she
would ever get through the morn
ing. She still could see Alans white
face and hear the screening tone
Of his voice.
Oh, there was no doubt that she
had ruined every chance to make
him care for her againl
When lunch time came Gypsy
was behind with the mornings work,
but she rose from her desk with
relief. She was glad Of the chance
to get away from the prying looks
Of her neighbors.
OF course, they knew something
was wrong. Even when they were
congratulating her about the new
job, they must have seen she was
miserable. Clara Howard had men
toned circles beneath her eyes. Well
Jet them talkI
Gypsy went to the. locker room
for her coat and hat, pausing an
instant before the mirror. She did
look a fright.
Automatically she drew the van
ity case from her purse and dabbed
her nose with powder. It was not
great improvement.
Downstairs at the drug store
counter she lunched on a sandwich
and cup of coffee. It was all she
could eat. Even the coffee, which
was always appetizing, did not
tempt her.
Twenty minutes remained of her
lunch hour after she had finished
eating. Gypsy decided to walk. She
went out of the building, joining
the throng on the sidewalk.
The air was cool, but there was
sunshine. Gypsy walked briSkU.
Twice she had to wait for traffic.
Six blocks from the Office building
she turned and retraceo her steps.
TINE exercise was stimulating and
u gradually the girl felt her
courage revive. She would see Alan
tonight and apologize. She would
swear that she was rry-Shoulder
all the blame.
Not one word would she say about
the other woman-MrS. Langley.
ALI that she would ask would be for
Alan to forget their quarrel and
remain friends.
It was amazing how this resolu-
ton improved her spirits. Gypsy
back at work, could scarcely wait
for the afternoon to pass. She sud-
denly was herself again, energetic
and eager.
At a little after Mr.. Reynolds
was ready for the dictation. The
girl took her Stenographic pad and
went to the Office at the far end
Of the corridor.
Reynolds was one of the youngest
men in the organization. He was
a nephew of member of the firm
Gypsy never had spoken to him.
She knocked at the open door and
the young man at the desk looked
up.
Miss McBride?" he asked
won't you come in?"
Gypsy entered, took the chair he
motioned toward.
Miss futile said you wanted tx
! dictate" she said.
Ito Be Continued)