The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-12
'NIAD Marriages
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was in a traffic accident and frac-
tured her arm.
simply can not have thirteen
people-I'm terribly superstitious!
land every one I've called has
been out Of town or sick or giving
parties.
You're my only hope, GYPSY
Don't bother to change. You can
dress here. I'll lend you some
thing"
So that was what to Anne's mind
was a tragedy Gypsy had been try
Ing to get a word in. Now she spoke
abruptly:
Sorry" she said. I'D like to
help you out but I won't be able to-"
What was the usual excuse? Oh,
yes, Of course-"I-I have an en-
gagement for the evening" Gypsy
stumbled bit over the words.
"Oh, but GypSy-can't you break
it OFF,"
Afraid not"
"But won't you try?"
There was nothing to do but work
her way out. Gypsy tried a white
lie.
"I1l try to-" she promised. "Tn
call you back about it. I mean I'll
call you If I can come"
"Oh, hope you can make It'll
Call before o'clock-won't you?
I'll be expecting to hear from you'll"
"An right. I'll let you know if
can come. Goodbye"
Gypsy replaced the receiver and
mounted the stairs. She walked
slowly, discovering that she was
tired.
What II Anne's dinner party were
spoiled? What did that matter?
Had Anne ever known what it was
to feel this weight like lead in her
heart, to face bitter loneliness
not just for today but stretching on
and on in the future?
Had Anne ever known a pain like
the one that had been throbbing
at Gypsy's forehead all afternoon?
Well, then, who was Anne to need
sympathy
GYPSY reached her own room
~ and entered. She threw he1
hat and coat on the bed and sank
down beside them. 1t had been a
long day. PurposeIy she had stayed
away from the rooming house until
after 5 o'clock, the usual time she
arrived there.
She did not want the other room
ers Of Mrs. O'Hare to know that
she had given up her Job. They
would be curious and Gypsy was in
no mood for questions.
She thought about tomorrow. Bet
ter start hunting a job, she sup
posed. What sort Of job?
It occurred then to Gypsy that
employers would ask where she had
worked before. They might want
references. Should she go back to
MacNamara's and ask Miss futile
for a letter? Hardly that!
There was McNider, the city ed
itor who had helped her get the
first job. She might call on him.
Gypsy's mind wandered, taking
half a dozen different trails, but
never far from the main subject.
Where was Alan? What was he do
ing tonight?
Suddenly the girl sprang up. She
would not spend another evening
here alone. She would not waste
time thinking about Alan Crosby
when he was having a gay evening
with friends-friends whose COM
pany he preferred to hers.
She stood in the center Of the
room, staring at the wall in indie
c1sion. Then she caught up her
purse and ran down the stairs.
Gypsy was breathlesS when she
reached the telephone on the first
floor.
Operator" she called impatient
~, "give me Center 5942. Hurry"
A mans voice came over the
wire.
'Is this PHILIP" Gypsy asked. "This
is Gypsy. Will you tell Anne I'm
going to be able to come for din
ner. Tell her I'm starting right
away. Yes, I'll try to get there in
half an hour. That's all. Good-by.' -
Tt was reckless to spend money
on taxi fare, but Gypsy was in a
reckless mooc. She pulled on hat
and coat without even a glance in
the mirror, and hurried out of the
house.
On the curb she Signaled cab
and thirty-five minutes later was
alighting at the caopied entrance
of the uptown apartment.
AS the elevator car rose to the
sixteenth floor, Gypsy had mo-
ment of foreboding. She stif1ed it.
Anything was better than another
evening alone.
Gypsum so glad you camel"
Anne was waiting for her in the
open doorway. Phil Trowbridge was
there, too, and said a casual good
evening" Gypsy always had liked
Phil.
Immediately the girl was whisked