The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-16
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GYPSY MCBRIDE, ie-year-oId typist In New York ofrlce. meets Jlsi WALLACE at the home of her wealthy cousin, ANNE TROw- BRIDGE. Gypsy is miserable be- cause she has learned ALAN CROSBY, hack from year and . haif In Paris studying art, no longer cares for her. Wallace tells Gypsy that he has been tilted by his fi- ancee. To spite the girl he cares Tor he asks Gypsy to marry him They are married next morning and depart for Forest City, his home town.
 At Jim's home they are greeted by his aunt, MISS ELLEN WAL LACE, who immediately becomes hostile to the girl. After . few days Miss Wallace moves to cot- tage down the street. She ar- ranges . family dinner party at which Gypsy meets the other rcla. OLSON, who Is JiJm's aunt, and LUCIA WALLACE. his cousin, nub Gypsy while another cousin, ABBIE hfANLEY, Is friendly. At the dinner table Gypsy admits she has worked for living. JiJm re- sents the reaction to this news and jumps to his feet. i've had enough of this!" he exclaims. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XXI.
 Once before Gypsy had seen Jim Wallace angry but that had been nothing like the whIte-faced fury with which he turned on the group at the table.
 "IIl tell you what I think of you!" he cried. T think you're bunch of snooping, small-minded snobs. Do you hear that? Trying to stir up trouble. that's what you're doing! We'll, 1t won't work and you might as well know it here and now. What right have you to look living? What right have you to think you're better than anybody else? I'm ashamed of you. Gypsy and can get along without you all right. We'll do 1t too"
 Now wait a minute!" Ben Wall lace's tone was conciliatory. You don't mean all you're saying. Jim"
 Ben, you keep out of this!" Lucia Wallace delivered the com Inand to her husband sharply.
 Before she could say more Jim had turned toward Gypsy. Come on," he said. We're going home."
 Ellen Wnllaces' face had slowly c0ngealed as her nephew spoke. Now her cheeks were scarlet. T never thought I'd live to see the day my own brothers son could talk to me this way!" shs ex- claimed. "I'd never have believed 1t possible!"
 And I wouldn't have believed you'd invite guests to your house to nneer and make fun of someone, Aunt Ellen," Jim shot back. Well, go ahead. You can talk to your hearts content now, only we won't be here to listen!"
 Harriet, coming from the kitchen, heard the last words and dropped a. tea cup There was the sound of crashing china.
 Jim put his hand on Gypsy's arm and led her from the room. There was a moments delay in the hall for wraps and then they were out Of the house.
 The fresh air was comforting against Gypsy's smarting cheeks. It was a cool and inyigoratipg breeze with faint hint or spring In it. ]. Twilight had turned into evening and pale stars glimmered in the cloudless sky. The street was very still.
 Neither spoke. The sound of their footsteps was exaggerated by the silence. Gypsy cast a quick. side- long glance at Jim. He was walk ing with his head up, lips in q straight, drawn line, his eyes di- rectly ahead. Jim seemed entirely unaware of her presence.
 It was less than block to the Wallace home. They turned when they came to the brick sidewalk and walked up to the porch. With his hand on the door Jim hesitated.
 Want to- go in?" he asked, Tor would you rather driver?
 She was sure he was eager to get the car out. I'd rather drive" she said.
 He left her to get the roadster. Gypsy waited, hidden in shadows, until the car rounded the side of the house. Then she went out to the drive and Jim held the door open