The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-09
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 GYPSY MCBRIDE, fD-year-oId typist in New York office, is miserable and lonely when she finds that ALAN CROSBY, just returned from b year and . half in Paris studying art, no longer cares for her. Crosby is fnfatuntcd with MRS LANGLEY, wealthy diyOrccc, who considers hcrkeIf q patron of art. Gypsy becomes disgustcd with her Job and when she is criticized for carcicssness impuIsivcIy resigns.
 She accepts an invitation from her wealthy cousin, ANNE TROW. BRIDGE, to take the place of an- other guest at formal dinner. The party is . bore. She leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears q noise In the next room and opens the door to sec . man climbing in the window. He Is JAMES WAL LACE, guest of the Trowbridgcs, who has entered by the fire escape t0 avoid the dinner party guests. Wallace tells Gypsy he has just bcnc tilted by his fianccc. She admits she has had the same experience :. to spite the girl he cares for Wall lace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first refuses but later accepts.
 They arc married next morning and take the train for Forest City, arriving in the evening. At Jim's house they are greeted by fis aunt, MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who makes no secret of her hOs- tiIity to the girl.
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 CHAPTER XVI.
 Gypsy moved restlessIy and frowned at the sunbeam that had progressed from her chin to her left eye. The sunbeam remained. She blinked the other eye, shut 1t again. Suddenly tho girl sat bold upright. Heavens = 1t must be after eight o'clock! She would never reach the office. What had happened to the alarm clock--!
 She turned and stared at an un- familiar piece of furniture--a chair upholstered in blue plush. Then, remembering everything that had happened yesterday, she sank back against the pillows.
 Judging by the sunlight which streamed into the room 1t was the middle of the morning. Everyone else in the household had probably been up long ago. Gypsy lay still thinking about her marriage, the train trip, Jim Waliace's face last night in the fire-light, that fearful woman. Aunt Ellen.
 It wasn't dream. It had all been true.
 When she finally arose the girl bathed and dressed auickIy. She put on the Jersey frock she had worn to the office, got out her OK lords and then changed them for the brown pumps. Instead of pin ming up her hair she brushed and fastened it Ut the back of her necl; so that the ends curled, giving her a childish look. Gypsy had not thought of this. She was trying to save time.
 In the bright daylight for the first time she really noticed the furnishings of the bedroom. It was easy to see that 1t had been kept as guest room" The furniture waS walnut of ornate VictorS n de- sign and each piece stood stiyfly in it's proper place. At the windows there were blue draperies. Blue and tan rug on the floor. Blue and tan on the dressing table. Not Q single trace of anything personal not evon a cheerful bit of chintz in sight. And blue and tan were coiors Gypsy always avoided.
 She shut the door on the gloomy room and hurried downstairs. There was no one in sight either way she looked from the halk Gypsy went through the living room into the dining room. Still ho one in sight. As she neared the kitchen she heard voices.
 Harriet who was at the stove, turned as Gypsy opened the kitchen door. Good morning, ma'am," she said.
 Good morning, Harriet. Is Miss Wallace about?"
 Miss Wallacc's gone to market. mn'am. She left about half an hour