The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-30
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& great success the fete had been. It had all been because of the weather. The committee was as- sured of funds enough to buy the hospital linen. Gypsy only half heard what they were saying. At last she and Abbie rose and sad goodby.
 Jim was at home when. Gypsy ar rived there. For some reason that evening she could not bring her self to tell him she had met Mar cia. She spoke of the rose garden, mentioned others she had talked self was thinking about Marcia Phillips. She was thinking how beautiful Marcia had looked.
 Less than 24 hours were to pass before the two girls met again, Gypsy was returning from a trip to buy the days supplies. Pat trotted on ahead on his leash. As they turned corner Gypsy saw a slen- der girl in a gray knitted suit com ing toward her. It was Marc,a, hatless. with nothing to conceal thc glory of her sleekly golden hair. Marcia was walking slowly. At once she recognized Gypsy.
 Good morning." she said. smil- ing. T think We met yesterday at the garden party. I'm Marcia Phillips
 Yes" Gypsy answered. 1T re- ing to be walking"
 Isn't it. May I join you? Aunt Ellen insists I must get out for ex- ercise but I've always hated doing things because they're good for me. You live near here, don't you?"
 Gypsy nodded todard the Wallace house half way down. the block "The fourth house down." she said.
 There was no sign from Marcia that she recognized the place. Then we're neighbors," Marcia drawled. You know I'm spending the summer with Aunt Ellen Wal lace. hope I'll see great deal of you. It's only two years since I've lived in Forest City but I've scarcely any friends left. So far I've seen no one except my lawyer.
 Was there a quick, feline flash in those blue-gray eyes or did Gypsy imagine it?
 T would have come to call" Gypsy said, but l didn't think you'd care to see strangers"
 Marcia nodded. There was both sadness and martyrdom in her face. "T haven't wanted to see anyone" she said. But I feel now that l should make the effort. Its--not easy"
 Certainly there was nothing to criticize in the young widows voice or expression. Why did that per sistent inner voice keep whispering to Gypsy, Its pose! She doesn't mean it?" The inner voice would not be still.
 Wont you come in?" Gypsy asked when they reached the brick walk. "I'd like you to see my gar den."
 Marcia smiled. Another time perhaps. l must be getting on. Aunt Ellen expects me. Gooby.' She turned and Gypsy and Pat went up the walk toward the house. Gypsy walked slowly as though she were thinking.
 At o'clock that afternoon Jim Wallace rang the bell before his aunt's cottage. Marcia Phillips an- swered the ring.
 Come in," she said, smiling I'm glad you're early"
 She led the way to the living room. Shades had been lowered to keep out the sun. T here was q bowl of fragrant white flowers on a table near the davenport. Marcia motioned the young man to chair:
 "Sit here" she said. Its cooler
 She was wearing a sleeveless frock of pale blue. It was not ex- actly a tea gown, nor an afternoon dress. It was draped gracefully. elaborately trimmed with lace dyed to match to fragile fabric. The dress was fiattering.
 Thanks" Jim said. Marcia had dropped to the davenport and was leaning back against it's cushions.
 "Wheres Aunt Ellen?" he asked.
 "She went to some church affair."
 "Now about those papers you said you've received"
 Marcia interrupted. The gray blue eyes looked out at him from between curling lashes. The lashes were Gas Gypsy had suspected) ex- pertly made up. "I didn't get Rose papers," Marcia said quietly.
 ''You didn't get them?'
 The girls eyes lowered. mo- ment later they met Jim's. There was challenge, something more, in their depths.
 "No," Marcia said, T didn't get them. I asked you to come here to- day, Jim, because I want to talk to
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