The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-03-24

ought to hears the way Mrs O'Hare talks about you. Honestly. she calls you genius!"
 Crosby grinned. He covered Gypsy's hand with his own.
 "I'll make her my press agent" he said. "All right, Til come! And now how about you, Gypsy? Tell me all about yourself"
 "But there's nothing to tell! I want to hear about you."
 They laughed like youngsters. Partly it was excitement and partly embarrassment After nearly two years of separation they were find- ing, as have so many others, that the really important subjects were elusive. They talked of incense quential things - t he day, which was sunshiny for late February, traffic, the tower of a new sky scraper, a chewing gum advertise ment glaring down from the heav- ems. Crosby was enthusiastic about everything.
 "You are glad to be back, aren't you?" Gypsy sighed happily.
 Bright girl! So you've noticed it?"
 She didn't mind his laughing at her. Anyhow, Alan was always teasing.
 And you're really glad to see mel"
 "Of course I am. You're sweet kid, Gypsy. Coming all the way to the boat to meet me!'
 You you don't think I've changed, do you, Alan?"
 Madam, you don't look a day over 40! I give you my word for it you don't look a day older."
 She chose another subject.
 "Tell me about the trip. Tell me about that woman-what was her name ?-the one you said you talked to on the boat"
 "Oh, nothing very exciting about the trip. We had little rough weather the. second day. There were lots of nice people on board"
 "Yes, but I mean the one who was so beautiful! You know. Mrs-I can't remember what you called her.
 "Oh, I guess you mean Mrs Lang ley. She's just an American wo- man who happened to be coming home from Paris. We sat at the same table"
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 "Oh, I don't know"
 "Where's her husband?"
 "Say-you seem to be unusually interested! She hasn't any husband. She's divorced. That's all I know about her. Is that enough?'
 He was annoyed. Not for the world would Gypsy have had that happen. She sat very still, lashes lowered. Then she heard his voice.
 "Now I've hurt your feelings! I'm sorry. Forget it. will you.
 But there's nothing to forget! Everything's all right-really!"
 Crosby kissed her. This time on the cheek and tenderly. Almost immediately the cab stopped.
 "Why, we're here!" exclaimed the girl. Does the place look familiar?"
 "Certainly does.. Oh, oh - new prepared me for the shock. New curtains! Otherwise I'd swear it was yesterday that I left"
 She ran up the steps ahead of him but before she could push the bell the door opened. Mrs O'Hare in her best blue silk, her black hair glorified by bobbing ringlets. ap- peared in the hallway.
 "Mr Crosby!" she cried. My, but it's grand to see you home again."
 "Thank you, Mrs o'Hare. It's fine to see you"
 And your old room is waiting for you" he landlady went on crisply. "It's had fresh paint and la new carpet since you saw it last. But never mind about that now. Dinner'll get cold! Come in and let me take your hat and coat. Everythings ready. Gypsy. Come right on to the dining room."
 There was a heartiness about Mrs O'Hare which swept all else before her. Crosby and Gypsy found themselves in the rear dim ing room. Other guests crowding about them.
 Its surprise!" Gypsy ex- plained. Mrs O'Hare wouldn't let me tell you. All of the other room- CTS are here.'
 Nasty introductions followed. of the table. You're to sit here. Mir Crosby" she said. Gypsy you take this chair on the left"
 The young man hesitated.
 q wonder-would you mind if I made a telephone call?" he asked.
 Why, certainly not. You re- member where the phone is.'
 The others found their places and the seconds dragged as. with unusual formality. they stood wait 'fn~. Two fiery circles burned in