The Indianapolis times., 1931-03-04
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electric clock on the wall. 'The
boat lands at IL o'clock and I've
Just got to get thereI Turtle said
I could leave as soon as I've fin
ishe this tabulation. THERE
Turtle (the unofficial name by
which Miss Elizabeth Tuttle, office
manager, was known to the EN-
ployes under her supervision) at
that moment entered the room.
WIN you add these two tables
to that list you're working on, Miss
McBride7" she said. "Id like TO
have them as soon as possible"
Miss Tuttle laid five pages Of
penciled manuscript on Gypsy's
desk More figuresl Miss Tuttle's
countenanoe was severe and busi-
ness-like. She was a woman in the
late 30s, with slim, pointed features
in keeping with a too-slim figure.
Dark-Timmed spectacles on
black ribbon increased the impress
sion OF formidable authority. She
paused long enough to give Gypsy
exact instructions about the typing.
Miss TutE!e spoke in loud, high
pitched voice end without smiling.
Check the statistics after you've
finished" she added. "You know
how serious an error would be-"
Gypsy knew-fully. She expressed
herself completely on this subject
as soon as Miss Tuttle had disap-
peared from the room. With each
terse syllable she hammered the
keyboard Of her typewriter viciously.
Jean Foster was sympathetic.
That's a dirty trick" she said
Indignantly. why didn't you tell
her you couldn't do 1t; Gypsy? Why
Mint you say you were busy?"
The other girl shook her head.
No use wasting time in an argu-
ment. Never mind about Turtle. I'll
get even with her for this. I'll get
even all right" She glanced at
the clock, then bent over her copy.
The staccato tap-tap Of flying type
writer keys grew 1aSCer.
A moment later and Jeans voice,
lower pitched, interrupted:
"Gypsy--give me half OF that.
I've got time to help"
Would you2"
Sure. I've got to stay until 1880
today anyhow. Show me what you
want me to do"
Gypsy's quick smile was grateful.
There was no time to lose in words.
She divided the pages and gave the
other girl directions. After that the
'clatter of the machines doubled.
For nearly ten minutes they worked.
Then a shadow fell over Gypsy's S
shoulder.
isn't this the day Of the Fond
Lovers return, Miss McBride?"
Gypsy did not look up.
"WhyP Do you happen to be in
terested?" she inquired steadily.
She knew it was Clara Howard
who was standing behind her. Clara
was the one member Of the steno-
graphic department with whom
GYPSY Mcbride clashed regularly.
Everything about the two girls
seemed antagonistic. Gypsy was
small, dark, outSpoken, vigorous in
her likes and dislikes. Clara was
blond. She was tall, moved Ian
guorously and spoke with an In
gratiating drawl.
Clara was adept at fiattery and a
sxJkH, lH{ec TTtyfflo (xU1lgU
knew it was not friendliness that
had brought the other girl to her
desk this morning. She went on with
her work, but Clara fingered.
q
INTERESTED? Of course I'm in
L terested. Haven't we been
hearing every day for the last six
months about this handsome hero
of yours who has Hollywood and all
points east and west beaten for
looks and talent?"
Clara turned toward Jean Foster.
Maybe you haven't heard about
GypSy's romance" she said. my
dear, you don't know what you've
missedl It's the perfect love affair!
Gypsy has a beau she hasn't
seen for years, because he's been
studying to be an artist. In Paris!
Living in garret and eating cruStS
and all the while remaining true to
Gypsys memory. Don't you love
it? He sends her picture post
cards"
The tone in which Clara spoke
made every word ridiculous. Gypsy
colored, but she did something Of
which she was proud for days. She
kept her temper.
The other girl waited, apparently
disappointed. Then Clara said
slowly: "What1l you do, Gypsy, If
he walks down the gangplank with
a wife and three children?"
There was a litter from across
the room. Jean Foster spoke up
defenSively.
We've got work to get out,
Clara. Don't you think you could
postpone the comedy?"
"Oh, my dear-I beg your par
don!" Miss Howard's voice regis