The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-13
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 I've changed since I've come here
 I'm not the same girl"
 I "What you re trying to tell me is
 that-well, that I'm out of 1t. Is
 that what you mean?"
 We can be friends, Alan" | He did not answer. Presently he
 picked up his hat, whirling 1t care-
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 "Well,' he said in a tone of forced brightness, II expect you'd like to have me get out of here,
 wouldn't you? Sorry I've been such Ian idiot-'
 You're not an idiot. Please don't talk that way, Alan. Promise me you're going to feel that we're tfriends!"
 All right. We're friends. The
 kind who never see each other and send card with holly on it or would you prefer angels" There was note in his voice that frightened the girl.
 1T don't want you to go away feeling like this," she told him. I"Youll find another girl you care more for than you think you do for me. You see, it's really true
 what you told me in New York. We
 were just youngsters when we had those good times together. I'll never forget them. They were won- derful! But it wasn't because of you or me. It was because we were at the age when we were beginning to find out how exciting the world lis. I wish you'd come to see us when you're in town. Jim likes you
 Gypsy" he said. T know what you're trying to do. It's very kind of you. Suppose we just forget the Hast sad rites and let it go at that. I hope he'll be good to you. Good by"
 He had walked few yards when he turned and came back to her. He took Gypsy's hand.
 1: If there's ever anything can do for you," he said, promise you'll let me know. I'd like to feel there's that chance for me. Will you do that?'
 "Of course will. It's sweet of you to s3y such a thing"
 I'm not just saying it. mean it. Here" he handed her busi- ness card. This address will reach me. Goodby, Gypsy. Good luck!"
 For several minutes after he had gone the girl sat there. The bal cony was shadowed and no one was near. She let the tears come and leaned back against the wall. Part ings had always been hard for Gypsy. This one marked the ter imitation of a precarious part of her girlhood. It was something she would never know again. Alan was gone and so was the girl who had adored him.
 Gypsy closed her. eyes for a mo- ment. A dozen hazy memories crowded before her-moonlight on the boat to Coney Island with Alan beside her, dinner at Pietro's, danc- ing with Alan, sitting while Alan made numberless sketches. only to tear them up, late suppers at MS O'Hares kitchen. How far away all that seemed!
 She opened her eyes. brushed away the tears and dabbed at ner cheeks with tiny powder puff Gvnsv sighed. Then she went down the stair to the first floor of the library.
 A row of books with the placard. "Timely and Interesting" above them. caught her attention. She re- membered a new biography which dim had said he was anxious to read, It was not along the volumes on the desk.
 Gypsy approached one of the girls behind the counter and asked for the book. It was listed but was "out.
 As Gypsy turned away she mo- ticed that by the clock in the en- trance it was 10 minutes after four By surprising turn of the weather the day was cool. She decided to stop at the Plaza tea room Tor cup of tea. It wasn't the tea she cared about. It was the chance to be alone d little longer. chance to be alone with her thoughts.
 She entered the tea room, and sat down at table near the wall. A waitress asked for her order and presently returned with 1t.
 A woman across the room smiled at Gypsy and the girl nodded. The woman was with two others ana turned back toward her companions.
 Gypsy drank the hot tea. IT any one had told her six months ago that she was to send Alan Crosby away how she would have sconed: Now he was gone and Gypsy's only feeling was one of pity for him. Alan would get over 1t. of course. He would get over it the same as she had.
 That was the really amazing thing! She had recovered com pletely from the spell of infatuation for Alan. How had it happened? When? She had no idea. Gypsy only knew that after the first few minutes Saturday, when the shock of seeing Alan again had worn away sbe suddenly was aware that Int crest had gone too.
 She did not love Alan Crosby. She did love Jim. She was amazed 10