The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-20
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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ME dinner Tor Mark Harrison
l. was an evening Gypsy liked to
think Of afterward. The day had
been warm, but by 5 o'clock a
faint breeze was stirring.
Sam put leaves IN the table on
the porch and Gypsy got out the
finest damask in the collection Of
linen. She put tall white tapers in
the silver candlesticks and in the
center Of the table low bowl of
pink roses. They were from the
garden, freshly cut and sweet.
Gypsy wore the chiffon frock with
its bright colors against a creamy
background. She was a very at
tractive young hostess as she
greeted the gray-haired lawyer. jim
was in his most charming mood.
Glad to see you, my dear" Har-
rison said heartily. "Glad to be
here. It's thoughtful OF you young
folks TO bother with an old man"
We've wanted you to come to
see US for a long while" Gypsy
told him.
Did your Well, I should have
come. Nice place you've got here
yes, fine old homer
He looked up at the high ceilinged
walls, sighted as though he might
be thinking Of days when he had
sat in that room as the guest of
Jims father. Instead of being
gloomy, he smiled and began an
amusing anecdote.
They went out to the porch and
Matilda began to serve the meal
Harrison enjoyed himself. He
seemed delighted with the outdoor
dining room, praised the garden
and promised to return some day
to see it in the sunshine. He told
stories that we're delightfully."- hu-
morous and he talked seriously.
They fingered over dessert. At
last Gypsy led the way back to the
living room and for two more hours
Mark Harrison entertained them
When he finally rose to 60, he took
Gypsy's hand in his.
Shes fine girl, jim" he said,
smiling. IT envy you. Take good
care of her!"
After the lawyer was gone Gypsy
went to the kitchen to have q last
look and see that all was well
there. She was feeling almost
happy a. little later when she
climbed the stairs.
The mood continued throughout
the morning next day and until
early afternoon. Then as Gypsy
stepped out to bring in the letters
the postman had left she saw Mar
cia Phillips coming up the walk
THERE was no chance for re-
4 treat. Already Marcia was half
way up the walk. She looked cool
and serene in a white silk sports
frock and broad-brimmed sun hat.
Everything about Marcia sug-
gested exquisite grooming. Gypsy
own linen house dress was rum
pied and her nose was bleaming.
She forgot the letters in the post
box. She did not even try to sum-
mon a smile, but stood there wait
ing. Gypsy, whatever else her sins
might be, never was hypocritical.
Marcia called in her sweetest
tone: I'm so glad to find you
home" She came up the steps. Her
manner and expression had their
usual air OF superiority
Wont you come in?"
Thanks. Isn't it nice and cool
in here?" Marcia said as they en-
tered the living room. you know
thought you might be out at the
club, at the tennis tournament
Every one in town seems to be
there!"
The CLUB" of course was the
Glendale Country Club. Gypsy had
read about the tournament, but she
never had been invited to the clut
house.
Il don't know anything about
tennis" she admitted.
Really? Well, I often think my
self that sports are boring I'm not
good at any of them, but sitting
through tournaments and congratu-
lating the winners and all that
seems to be the thing to do. wish