The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-07
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 GYPSY MCBRIDE, 10-year old typist in a New York olIice, fs miserable and lonely when she finds that ALAN CROSBY, just returned from . year and a hnlf in Paris studying art, no longer cares for Her. Crosby Is infatuated with MRS LANGLEY. wealthy ilfvorcee, who considers herself Q patron Of art. Gypsy becomes disgucstcd with her job and when she is crf- ticizcd for carelcssncss impulsiveIy
 she accepts an invitation from Ter wealthy cousin. ANNE TROW- other guest at formal dinner. The party Is bore. She leaves to get Her wraps and go home, hears . noise in the next room and opens the door to see man climbing i'm the window. He is JAMES WALL LACE, guest of the TrOwbriilgcs, who has entered by tIle fire escape to avoid the dinner party guests.
 Wallace tells Gypsy he has just been tilted by his finnce. She ad- mits she has had tho same experi- cncc. To spite the girl he cares for Wallace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first refuses but later accepts. They are married next Forest City. On the trip Wallace introduces her to FRANK GIB- SON, . Forest City acquaintance After they arrive at tho town and are driving home he accuses her of flirting with Gibson. T NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
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 CHAPTER XIV.
 Gypsy was too surprised to be an- gry. Surely you can't think-!" she began.
 "I'm not thinking" Wallace cut in. I'm talking about what saw. Other people saw it too. Didn't you notice how that couple across the aisle were watching you? This fell low Gibson isn't the sort for you to have anything to do with!''
 "But-why we were only talking! I don't see how there could be any harm in that. You introduced him to me. supposed you were friends!'
 "Well, we're not. I introduced him because l couldn't get out of it. Listen, Gypsy, every one in Forest City knows Gibson was the unnamed correspondent in Yves Babcock's divorce. It's been the scandal of the town. Our firm handled the case for Babcock. Now don't you see how it looked to have my wife seen with Gibson, laughing and talking like old friends?'
 T still don't see how I could have known that" the girl said warmly. 1T suppose you wanted me to be friend1y-v s.s
 Wallace put his hand on her arm. "Oh. didn't mean to blame you" he said. His tone was apOlogetic. Fl know it wasn't your fault. Only well. I happen to have a. particular dislike for that fellow. And all the time was trying to get rid of him you smiled and encouraged him to stay"
 Before she could interrupt Wall lace hurried on. didn't mean that the way it sounds" he said: what did. Does that make 1t all right?"
 "It-doesn't matter" Gypsy an- swered slowly.
 They rode on in silence. Wallace was aware of the strained atmos- phere but he had apo1ogized. Man. ~fH,e. he felt he had done his duty. After a few moments he stole a sidewise glance at the girl. She was looking out the window.
 The section they were passing through was brightly lighted. It was part of the business district.
 That's the city hall at the right, !" he volunteered. First National bank next to it."
 Gypsy made an effort to throw off the depression that had engulfed her. Where is your officer" she asked.
 lover about two blocks west. You can't see it from here. I'll take you down there some day. It's the same office Mark Harrison's been practic- ing in for 40 years"
 Presently he said, Well, you've seen the town. What do you think of it p
 Twilight had set in and the street lights had just been illuminated. Their glitter against the grayness produced blurred background. Gypsy saw buildings lower than cars, the same familiar traffic. For- est City looked like drab, Long Island suburb.
 "I like it, Gypsy said, trying to seem enthusiastic. I'm sure I'll like it.
 ..In a couple of months it will look lot different" Wallace told her. We've got some parks. Lots of trees. Of course, downtown Is about like any other place the same size. Our house is out on the west side.' From the way he spoke Gypsy knew the west part of For est City was 'the side''.
 Five minutes more and we'll be home." he added.
 They were riding through darker streets now. Perhaps Wallace real- ized the girls sudden panic. His hand closed over Gypsy's. She did not look up but her fingers pressed close to his. Neither spoke until the cab stopped.
 Here we are!' Wallace said. He was out of the car and helping Gypsy out. The driver followed them up the walk, carrying the bags.
 Before her Gypsy saw a large square frame house. It was; Set. back from the walk and the lawn was bordered with shrubbery. There was a brick walk leading up to the porch which was lighted. Shades were pulled at the lower windows but from behind the blinds glowed fringes of yellow radiance.
 ''Just put the bags down here,'' Wallace told the taxi driver point ing to the porch. He drew bill from his pocket and gave 1t to the man.
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