The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-07

oven blast. Gypsy saw that the sky had darkened.
 Its going to rain.,' she thought, as the wind blew her skirts. Tt may be a bad storm. I'd better hurry to get to the car." Suddenly she heard her name. It was 8 man who was speaking. Gypsy turned.
 The young man was coming from a drug store. He was tall. slender and dressed in white linen. A small black mustache perched above his lip. His face seemed fa-
 miliar and yet Gypsy did not recog- nize him. He lifted his Panama hat, as he spoke.
 "How do you do, Mrs Wallace? I'm afraid you've forgotten me"
 How do you dor" Gypsy sasid. She raked her brain but for the life of her she could not recall a name for this friendly, attractive person who evidently knew her. My name Is Gibson--Frank Gib- son. Don't you remember your hus- band introduced us the first night you arrived in Forest City ? It was on the train just before we reached | here" "Oh, of course do. You must excuse my memory, MT Gibson. It's really dreadful"
 "Not at all. Besides I can under stand. You would have seen more of me, assure you, only I've just come back from trip to the west coast. Isn't it my luck, though, to leave Oregon and get back just when the heat wave is doing it's worst!'
 . Gypsy remembered Frank Gibson very well now. He was the young man with whom Jim had accused her of flirting. There had been something about Gibson being CO., respondent in a divorce case. Oh, yes, she remembered very well. "Oh, I'd love to see the west coast" Gypsy told him. Were you in California too?" Gibson nodded. "I like Washing ton and Oregon better myself. Make the trip out there usually twice a year. Selling hardware is my husi- ness." He paused and grinned. Not with a pack on my back, you under stand. My firm sells to retailers" Gypsy smiled. "I didn't think you carried a pack" she said.
 Speaking of the heat wave look at this!" Gibson held out one hand Raindrops as big as five-cent pieces had begun to fall. "Well. I guess the siege is broken at last. You'd better come up on these steps! You'll get wet"
 Ut doesn't matter" Gypsy said. "Tm going to have to run to catch my car"
 Gibson took her by the arm and | V>I L 1hn1f nf hn an trance to the drug store. You'd be drowned if you tried to catch a car now. Even a taxi. Besides, there's no need. My car is just around the corner and if you'll let me get it I'll drive you home." Would you really?" "Glad to. Will you wait here? swear it won't take me more than minute!"
 Gypsy's heart pounded as she waited. If it were anyone except Frank Gibson 1t would have been perfectly natural procedure. Jim had practically declared she should never speak to Gibson. Well-Jim Wallace was not a person to give her orders. When the trim brown coupe drew up to the curb before the drug store the girl ran out to 1t. Gibson swung the door open and she stepped inside. Going to be hard to drive, isn't 1t ?" she asked. "Not bad. With such big drops the shower can't last long. Too bad because the ground needs the mois- ture-to say nothing of we suffer- ing humans"
 The glass at each side of the car was drawn down. Gypsy took a deep breath.
 "Oh, the air is so much fresher!" she exclaimed. 1T love rain storms"
 "Do you? Like them myself. AL ways have liked to drive in the rain."
 There was a pause and then Gib- son spoke again. "It's still early" he said with sudden enthusiasm. Suppose instead of taking you di- rectly home we swung out on the Somerset road? We can get real breath of fresh air out there. What do you say? Shall we do it?"
 (TO be C0ntinued)