The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-25

She went through her own ward l.
robe, making repairs that had long
been put off. 1t was possible, she
found, TO spend long stretches of
time before the mirror trying new
ways Of arranging her hair or
achieving glossy manicure. The
hours passed, but they were lone
some.
A FTERNOONS were the dreari-
4 N est. Luncheon was over by 1870
and it was o'clock or later before
Jim arrived. Gypsy acquired the
habit Of taking a walk, with Pat
for company, each afternoon.
She enjoyed exploring streets with
no idea where they might lead, and
wandered far away from the neigh
borhood Of the Wallace home. Pat,
trotting along beside her, seemed
TO enjoy their excursions as much
as the girl.
They we're returning from such
walk on Friday when the dog
suddenly Whirled with such force
that the leash fell from Gypsy's
hand She turned to see him fly
ing at full speed across a yard
Patl" the girl called, "Pat-come
back here!"
There was no sign that the ter
tier heard.
"Pat!" Gypsy cried louder. Now
she could see what had excited the
dog. Half way up the trunk OF a
tree the bushy tail OF a squirrel
was visible, then disappeared.
The dog was at the base Of the
tree, leaping and barking furiously.
Gypsy ran forward. She tried to get
the leash, but it was several mo-
ments before she had it.
The squirrel had scampered to q
branch overhead, had turned and
was looking down at them. He
chartered and scolded shrilly
Gypsy tugged at the leather
strap, but the terrier held back. She
coaxed and pleaded. It required
all the girls will power and a good
deal Of force before she could drag
him, still unwilling, back to the
sidewalk. The squirrels sllrill in
science followed them.
The girl sank to her knees be-
side the dog. You mustn't chase
squirrels, Pat" she told him re-
proachfully. Don't you know that?
You mustn't run away from me
when we go on walks or I'll have to
leave you home. That's what III
have to dol"
Pats ears dropped with the knowl-
edge that he was being scolded, but
one shining, black eye still watched
$he squirrel.
You're not paying any attention
-" Gypsy began and stopped
Standing beside her, with breath
coming in great gasps as though he
had been running, was small red
figure.
Did he get the thquirrel?" pulled
the newcomer.
Gypsy shook her head. NO" she
said "he didn't"
The little fellow might have beer
4 years old. The REQ knitted suit
enveloped him completely. He hac
blue eyes and a bit of brown hail
showing beneath the edge of the
red cap.
His nose and cheeks were nearly
as crimson as his costume. The
eyes just then we're big with ex-
element. He looked first at Gypsy
then down at the fox terrier.
Well" said the youngster. TN
glad. "Op thquirrel can run faith
can't hep"
He certainty can" Gypsy agreed
pat was bad dog to chase {
nice little squirrel. I've been tell
ing him he must never do it an,
more"
Bad dog" the child echoed afte,
her. He stared at Pat for a mo-
ment, then reached forward eau
tiously and touched the dogs head
The terrier endured this compla
Gently.
LIE won't hurt you" Cosy said
II He's really a good dog ex
cept when he runs away and chase
squirrels. That's right. Rub hi