The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-20

i Jim shook his head. "It's get ting late" he said. glancing at his watch. Wanted to get an early start this morning. Guess I'd bet ter be on my way. You'll excuse me?"
 TO leave without the second cup of coffee Twas unneard of. Gypsy rose as the young man did and fol- lowed him to the door. Then she waited few moments until the green roadster appeared in the drive. Usually she waved but this morning Jim did not look around. With sigh Gypsy returned to the breakfast table.
 The. newspaper lay where Jim had dropped it. Gypsy picked 1t up and folded back the pages. Then she read the- complete account of the wedding.
 It must have been an: impressive ceremony. There was a list of names of attendants and ushers and details of the reception following the wedding. The newly married couple had departed for a famous Canadian mountain resort.
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 Il The last paragraph read: Mrs Phillips and her parents formerly lived in Forest City. Since the death of her father a year ago Mrs Phillips and her mother have made their home at Great Neck, l.. I. Brock Phillips is a graduate of I Princeton university, where he was a member of the tennis team and, prominent in other sports. He Is now associated with his father, Henry B. Phillips, owner of the Phillips Breakfast Flakes Co.,
 On the inside page beside a col- umn headed, Society News" there dropping picture hat. Above was the caption, Becomes Bride of Brock Phillips"
 II Gypsy bent forward. staring at the picture. It was face that gen. eraliy would have been accorded lovely. The features were regular. Marcia-this other girl who had held Jim Wallace's heart so care- lessly in her slim fingers and shat tered twas not smiling. The eyes were large and well placed, &C., cented by beautifully curving brows. The nose was fastidious. If there were a flaw in her face, Gypsy thought, 1t was in the lips which drew together rather tightly. They suggested arrogance. There was about Marcia Loring-now Marcia Phillips-a definite patrician. air. It was evident in the way che held her chin. Or was that merely trick of the photographer to show off an uncommonly we'll moulded throat
 The paragraph below stated that Mrs Brock Phillips, nee Loring. had formerly resided in Forest City and that she and her husband were to spend several weeks in Canada before returning to New York where they would make their home. Matilda entered the dining room and paused, surprised to see Gypsy still at the table. M
 "I haven't quite finished" the girl said and the cook disappeared. The coffee was cold but Gypsy fin- ished her cup and nibbled at 8 piece of toast. She could not take her eyes from the picture in the news paper.
 T If one had deliberately set out to search the world, Gypsy thought, it a would have been impossible to find anyone more totally unlike herself. Here was the girl whom Jim wor- shipped - blond, aristocratic. prob ably tall and slim. Resentment against this fair girl who had been 50 cruel welled up in Gypsy's heart. At last she arose and went about her mornings duties. By 10:15, when Abbie Manley rang the door bell, the girl was ready for the shopping trip.
 + If Abbie had seen the morning newspaper she said nothing about the Loring Phillips wedding. Abbie was driving the coupe and as soon as she and Gypsy were inside she began an energetic discourse on the | nv1,N, nhnn q build. He wanted to do it himself and he and Abbie had conflicting ideas of architecture.
 Gypsy was amused. She was grateful for such friendly. uncrit- Heal companionship. They reached the store and before the dazzling array of beautiful tableware she forgot her earlier mood. Abbie bought the gleaming crystal gob- lets and dozen salad plates. Gypsy's purchases were humber.
 They lunched at the Carlton and 1t was after o'clock when the coupe stopped again before the Wal lace home.
 Gypsy planned a dinner that eve ming to appeal particularly to Jim's palate. Her efforts were unre- warded. If the young man noticed at all what he was eating he gave no sign of 1t. He looked tired. Gypsy thought. As soon as the meal was ended Jim went to the library which had now become his home office.
 The whole house was quiet. If she turned on the radio it would disturb Jim's work. Gypsy stood } before one of the living room win dows and looked out at the sky The window was half-opened. The night breeze was cool against her ] thinly clad shoulders but it had the l, scent of spring. In the east the l round gold moon was just visible , over the edge of the tree tops. Its rays lighted the lawn and made 1t silvery except here and there , where shrubs cast black shadows. Somewhere in the distance she heard a violin.
 : Oh, it was night for youth and i love and gay laughter! Gypsy closed the window behind her and