The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-23

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she was carrying a small object.
Chicken she explained, "for
Pat. It's just little piece. I
wrapped it in my handkerchief"
"Oh, ho-so you're resorting TO
bribery"
1T isn't that. I just didn't think
it was right for poor Pat to stay
out in the car in the cold while we
were eating and not get anything
for it. Won't he be hungry?"
Hell eat chicken all .right-any
time. But be sure there's no bone.
Chicken bones are bad for dogs"
They crossed the lobby and went
out on the street. The roadster was
parked at the right. AS they neared
the car, the fox terriers head ap-
peared over the seat and he began
wriggling delightedly.
Jim held the door back for Gypsy
then climbed in at the other side.
The terrier had shifted the chicken
and his excitement redoubled.
Gypsy fed him, bit by bit, as they
rode down the street and Pat as
cepted the morsels politely.
They turned to the left. Two
blocks further and Jim drew in
toward the curb. He parked the
car and all three got out.
There were two tall Office build
ings in the row but they passed
these. Half way down the block
was a three-story brick structure
with a stairway at the side. A man
appeared in this doorway.
There's Mark now!" exclaimed
Jim. "Oh-Mr. Harrison!"
TINE man turned. Gypsy saw that
4 he was short-only a little
taller than herself-and heavily
built. He wore a black hat and be-
meath the brim his hair looked snow
white. He had a white, squarely
cut muStache and he was smoking
long cigar.
Harrison waited for them to
come nearer. Hello, JIM" he said.
Wallace began eagerly, MIR. Har-
rison, this is Gypsy. Brought her
down to have a look at the place
upstairs. Gypsy"
Mark Harrison grasped the girls
hand heartily. "Glad to know you,
my child" he said. $50 you're the
young lady Jim's up and married.
Glad to know you'll"
I'm glad to know you, too, Mr..
Harrison" Gypsy said. "Jims
talked lot about you"
"That SOP" The older man looked
up at Wallace doubtfully. Harri-
sons voice was gruff, but Gypsy
knew at once that the harshness
was a mannerism. His gray eyes
were quizzical, but not unfriendly.
well, I'd like to have heard what
he said. Come-let's go upstairs
The dog battered after them up
the long flight. On the glass Of the
doors at the top was the legend:
Harrison, Mills and Wallace, at
torneys at law"
Inside was a small waiting room
An attractive girl sat at the desk
facing them. She looked up and
smiled as they entered.
Wallace stepped forward. miss
OTIS" he said, this is Mrs. Wallace.
Gypsy, Miss Otis is about the
busiest person down here.
ANY time I'm not in you can
leave a message with her. She
knows where I am, where I was and
where I'm going even before do %
The two girls shook hands. Then
Harrison led the way into the large
front Office which was his private
sanctunl.
"Sit down here, Mrs. Wallace
he said, pointing to worn leather
armchair. Gypsy sank into its COM
Portable depths and Mark Harrison
tipped back in his high, old-fash-
Toned desk chair.
1t was a long room with shelves
of dingy-backed law books against
two walls. Directly over Harrison'S
desk was suspended a green-shadec
light. It was burning and yet the
room was half in shadow.
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