The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-28
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farel" Jim looked we'll fed and happy.
 "Give Matilda the credit" Gypsy answered. Really. Jim. if you men, tion to her that you liked the pie know she'd be pleased" "TIi do it. Sure" He moved to the radio and turned the dials so
 that instead of the dinner music
 they had been listening to. the
 voices of two comedians filled the room.
 chair. Another of Aunt Ellen's pet | peeves." he said. "Lord-how she
 used to hate this pair!' The distant entertainers chat
 tered back and forth in dialect for five minutes. The doorbelI rang then and Jim rose and went into the hall to answer. Gypsy heard woman's voice, high and excited. She listened inently. | No doubt of it-it was Ellen Wal
 lace. The girl was on her feet im- | mediately. Before she reached the
 hall Jim had turned. Come on in, Aunt Ellen" he
 was saying. Come on in and sit
 down. You're all worked up. There's plenty of time to tell me" But you don't know!" the woman's voice was nervous. high | pitched. You don't understand! :!
 It's from Marcia, Jim. Her husband lit happened this morning-he's I-be's dead"
 All three in the room were sud- denly like statues. "What?" Wallace asked slowly. | Ia ota, ,u 1 He fell from horse. Killed him
 instantly" She was waving a yell | low telegram before him. Its all here here's her message. Read | it."
 | Jim took the paper and bent over 1t. He was silent for long while. Wont you sit down, Aunt FL | len." Gypsy suggested. Miss Wallace glanced about the
 room critically. She had not seen
 1t since its renovation at the hands of the interior decorator. She sank down in the nearest chair. Well" Jim said slowly. glancing
 up. this is bad news. Very bad | news. I'm sorry for Marcia" "Of course the child is beside
 herself!" Ellen Wallace put in. Her
 mother sailed two weeks ago for Europe. There she is all alone in
 that terrible place up in Canada.
 No one to help her or do for her"
 "rhe Phillips family have prob-
 ably taken charge of things" Jim
 said.
 Gypsy had remained in the back ground. What is it that's hap | pened?" she asked. Jim eyed her levelly. You've | heard me speak of Marcia Loring," " | he said. "She was married six weeks ago to Brock Phillips Spending
 their honeymoon at Banff. This
 morning Phillips fell from horse
 and it killed him." "Oh-how horrible!" Miss Wallace covered her eyes
 with her handkerchief. Poor Mar cia!" she murmured. "Oh. the
 poor girl--!"
 Jim paced across the floor and
 back again. He halted beside his aunt. There isn't anything we can
 do. is there?" he asked. | You must send her a message. Jim. declare, I've been so beat
 since that telegram came I don't know what I'm doing. Send her a
 message and say we all sympathize III Wrlte tomorrow or next day
 couldn't put pen to paper to-
 night"
 "rll do it." said Jim. Might as
 well walk down to the telegraph
 office and write it there. It's a
 hard blow for Marcia, all right"
 Miss Wallace rose. "If you're
 going now I'll walk as far as my
 place with you" she told him. | Jim got his hat. Miss Wallace
 said perfunctory goodnight to
 Gypsy and the two departed. Left
 alone, the girl returned to the living room. Her face was very
 serious as she curled up on the end
 of the davenport farthest from the
 light.
 l It was two hours later that Jim
 returned. He glanced into the room.
 saw that Gypsy was reading, and
 disappeared into the library. l A week passed monotonously
 Then Monday evening Jim Wallace
 came into the house to find Gypsy
 writing a letter. He paused on the
 threshold of the living room. Marcia Phillips has come
 home" he announced | (TO he C0ntinued)