The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-06

the countryside. often they passed through towns without stepping. Did the little towns feel slightcd, Gypsy wondered?
 Wallace had met a man in the club car who <. knew one of his clients. He came back to Gypsy, mentioning thesfact. She told him she did not mind being alone and soon he was gone. again.
 Now 1t was four. o'clock. Two and half more hourS and they would be in Forest cifx
 Another hour and Alan will be leaving the ofIicep Gypsy thought to herself. What is he going to do tonight? Why does 1t make any difference to me? He said he was going to paint Mrs Langley's pie ture. That's where hell be, of course. When will he find out I'm gone? If he should telephone Mrs O'Hare's. they'd tell him--.If he'd telephone to-night-but he, won't! I know he won't telephone! Some day he'll find out, though. Some day he's sure to know about it!"
 She thought about writing let ter to Jean Foster at the office and while she was thinking about 1t had the grace to blush. It was only because she was groping for some way to reach Alan that she had considered writing to Jean. Had she forgotten that she was married?
 Gypsy turned away from the car window. It was the flying telephone poles, the flying houses and towns that had inspired suchs thoughts The landscape seemed to jeer back at her: You're running away-but you can't! You're running away but your thoughts won't let you!"
 If only there was something she could do. Gypsy looked down at the purse in her lap, mechanically opened 1t and drew out the red enamel vanity case. She snapped the lid back and inspected herself in the mirror. The reflection was not fiattering. Gypsy patted powder on her nose and chin until the shine was gone. Then she reddened her mouth with lipstick, smoothing il with her little finger to make it even. She was trying to get her hair into order when the magazine in her lap fell to the floor.
 Let me get 1t for you!"
 w been walking through the car smiled as he returned the magazine.
 Thank you" Gypsy's tone was cool and dignified.
 The young man hesitated, appar- ently thought better of 1t and went on, disappearing through the car door.
 Gypsy laid aside the magazine. She began to wish that Wallace would return. Soon she was staring at the vanishing landscape.
 It must have bekn 20 minutes be- fore she heard Jin1's voice, and looked up. He was beside her and just behind him was the young man in gray. ,e SE
 Jim was smiling. sdypsy." he Frank Gibson. He's one. Of our ncighbors In Forest City. Gib--this Is my wife"
 How do you do?'
 Gibson. took the girls hand. 1T certainly am glad to- know you, Mrs Wallace" he said. I5ss tone and the way in whicM he said them made the words seem compliment.
 Gypsy's cheeks colored. "It's nice to meet some one from Forest City" she told him. I'm going to be Q complete stranger there, you know.'
 Not for long. I'm sure of that!'
 Wallace had dropped into his chair across the aisle. The seat in front of Gypsy was vacant. Gibson turned this about and sat down facing the girl. ; ! was married" he told her. Not, hAs cfv hn hrf tai
 Gibson was as tall as Jim and had dark hair and gray eyes and above his lip there was a close clipped mustache. There was q slight similarity about his face to some movie actor. Gypsy told her self, but she could not remember which one.
 The young man remained with them until the brakeman appeared calling out Forest City!' Most of the time Gibson talked to Gypsy. Occasionally Wallace put In a word. As the train slowed before pulling into the station Gibson said goodby and left to get his baggage.
 Gypsy was tugging at her hat. Jim had his coat on and the porter was brushing 1t. Suddenly the train stopped.
 "This way out" came the con- ductor's voice. "This way out!'
 They stepped down to the plat form. Wallace caught Gypsy's arm. lover this way" he said. Well get ahead of the rush."
 Gypsy took quick glance around her but before the confused picture whisked into cab. She heard Jim took organized form she had been give the address and they started down the street.
 A moment later his voice startled her. Do you think" Jim Wallace was saying in a cool. restrained voice. Tt was necessary to make d spectacle of yourself flirting with Frank Gibson?"