The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-13
By FANNY Y. CORY

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 home. Don't you think so? Where do you live?''
 "Oh-down that way"
 He pointed in the direction of tho Wallace home. l That's fine" the girl told him l That's where Pat and I live too.' 1 They walked slowly. Gypsy would have taken the chi1d's hand but he drew away independently. He wa. eager to talk, though, and chattered and asked questions. Small Pat an. nounced that hhe had an electric train, that last summer he had been to the sea shore and that his father could wiggle his ears. l He was diverting companion Half block from the Wallace home the small boy stopped before the walk leading to a brick bungalow l "Thith ith my houth," he said Want to come in?" Gypsy smiled and shook her head s'Not to-day" she said. Some other l time. We ought to see each other | often because we're. neighbors. See that white house down there That's where Pat and live" l The child stared. Down there 2 l he asked pointing.
 | Gypsy nodded.
 The boy clapped one hand over 1 he exclaimed. his eyes widening "Oh, are you the New York | wOman?"
 "Why-I don't know" the girl said. T used to live in New York
 The child drew away further | ''Thath who you are,'' he s21l with :, conviction. "The New York Noman My mother thaid she Wouldn'i thpeak to your" He turned, fright ened. and fled toward the house. ] The little fox terrier, running ahead, turned impatiently half g dozen times waiting for Gypsy tc catch up with him on the remainder of the walk. home. Two hours later at the dinner table Ellen Wallace announced hel 1 ultimatum.
 CHAPTER XIX. | Ellen Wallace broke a roll and buttered it. "I talked with Mi Lambert of the real estate compan, i to-day she said, addressing hei ! nephew. They're going to let me move into the house down the street next week" Jim looked up. "Why-I didn't know you were thinking of it. Sure that's what you want to do?" he asked.
 Miss Wallace nodded. "There's no place for me here any longer" she T r. IL person should live with young they can have the place ready next week as well as not, I'd like to move and have it over with" Her voice was tinged with resigned | martyrdom.
 Now you know, Aunt Ellen" Jim began, you're welcome to stay here just as long as you want to. Gypsy and l are both glad to have you"
 "Oh course we are." the girl put in.
 Miss Wallace shook her head :. live told them I'll take the place" she said, ''so it's settled. I'm going to have look at it tomorrow those cupboards the way they I find out what the transfer company will charge to move my things"
 "I'll do it. Jim agreed, Eff you really want me to.' "Is there anything I can do to help?" Gypsy asked.
 The older woman said if there was she would call upon her. The discussions shifted to furniture. All through the house there were arti- , cles belonging to Miss Wallace. The cottage down the street had six rooms. She had more than enough to furnish the place, Aunt Ellen said. She, asked Jim to notify the gas and electric company to install their service.
 It was an embarrassing evening. Gypsy tried to keep from showing how the news pleased her. Jim, too, though he constantly assured his aunt that his home was hers as long as she wished. seemed relieved.
 After dessert and coffee had been served they went into the living room. A fire, as usual. was burning in the fireplace. Jim twisted the dials of the radio and the voices of two comedians fioated into the room.
 "Oh, Jim! Do turn that thing off!'' his aunt protested. You know can't stand that nonsense!'ii
 There was a whir of static and then strains of a slow, melodious waltz greeted their ears. It was the last few bars of the chorus. The station announcer's voice cut in as the song ended. The music was be- ing relayed from a New York studio. .
 Jim turned toward his wife. Make you lonesome ?' he asked.
 
 She smiled, shaking her head in denial. Jim looked at her closely. Unless his eyes deceived him there was a tear on that eye-lash. Gypsy turned her head away and when he looked again the tear was gone.
 He came over and sank beside her on the davenport.
 Pretty quiet around. here, isn't it?'' he said. "Get your things and we'll see if we can't find a movie worth looking at"
 'tI'd rather not if you don't mind," Gypsy answered.
 Wallace aseyed her questioningly,, then leaned back. staring into the fire. The click of Aunt Ellen's knit ting needles was the only sound to break the silence. Five minutes passed. Then they heard. the shrill ring of the telephone.
 ''I'il answer" said Jim, rising. "It's probably Harrison." He dis appeared. and came back minute later to announce, Someone to talk A A f..--