The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-12
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MAYHEM Gypsy opened the front
w door. she heard footsteps on
the second floor landing. Then a
familiar voice called down: Miss
McRride--is that you, dearie?"
Yes, Mrs. O'Hare," the girl an
swered.
well, somebody's been trying to
get you on the telephone all after
noon. I told 'em you wouldn't be
in until 5, but they kept calling.
Last time was about half an hour
ago, I guess"
It couldn't be-no, Of course notI
Gypsy told herself it was ridiculous
to let her hopes rise. Still there
was a quickening in her voice.
do you know who it WASP"
mo, they didn't give any name.
Numbers on the pad beside the
telephone, though. They said you
we're to call back"
GypSy's feet few down the hall.
At the far end was the pay teIe-
phone for the roomers' use and be-
side 1t a pad on which messages
we're posted.
There it Mcbride call
Center 5942 before p. M"
With a weary gesture the girl
turned and started back down the
stairs.
did you find it?" the landlady's
voice persisted from above.
eyes. I know who it is-nothing
very important, I guess"
1.-THE woman who called the last
time said you should be sure and
ring the minute you came inl" Mrs.
OHare said insistently.
well, / guess"
Further discussion was interrupted
by the jangle Of the telephone bell.
'T1l answer It," offered Gypsy,
turning back.
"Oh, that'l save me coming down
Thanks, dearie."
The girl placed the receiver to her
ear. Immediately she recognized
the voice at the other end Of the
line.
Hello" the voice said, 'cMay I
speak to Miss McBride?"
This is She" answered Gypsy.
Els that you, Anne?"
"Oh-at last I've found you. I've
been trying all day long to get in
touch with you'll First I called your
Office and they said you'd gone.
After that 1 tried this number.
There's something you've simply got
to do for me-"
Just as she had thought. When
ever Anne Trowbridge called it was
to ask a favor. Anne was the only
relative Of Gypsy's who lived within
1000 miles Of New York, but their
paths crossed so infrequently they
seldom thought Of each other as
cousins.
Anne had come to the city as the
bride Of Phil Trowbridge. She had
married well" according to the old
phrase.
Anne's father and GypSy's mother
had been brother and sister, but
the two girls never had seen each
other until the day two years be-
fore when Gypsy had called on
young Mrs. Trowbridge in her hotel
suite.
TSROM that first day Gypsy had
1T known they never could be
friends. Anne, though she was three
years old, never had worked at
anything except making herself
look attractive.
Her mother (Gypsy's Aunt May)
had been q Carroll-with all the
distinctions that name implies in
the Maryland community in which
Anne had spent most of her life.
Here in New York Anne and her
husband lived in an apartment on
the upper east side. c. psy took
Sunday dinner there twic. a year
and was slow about cal dng after
ward.
She thought Anne rstronized
her, though in reality the FAULT was
On both sides.
It had been six months since she
had heard Anne's voice.
What do you want me to do,
Anne?" Gypsy asked.
"I want you to come to dinner.
oh, you mustl You see, I'm having
some people In for dinner and
bridge. There were to be fourteen
and this afternoon Mildred Lane
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