The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-12
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GKYPsY MCBRIDE, 10-ycar-Old New York typist, marrics JIM WAL LACE the day after she meets him at the home Of her wealthy cousin, ANN TROWBRlDGE. Gypsy has bcne tilted by ALAN CROSBY, just EetuFIled from . year and half i'm Paris studying art. WaIlace's fiancee has broken their engagement to mar " richer man.. :. .... .. .. :. tim and Gypsy go to Forest City where Jim has . thriving law prac- flce. His relatives snub Gypsy. Alan Crosby writes to her but she returns the letter unopened. MARCIA LOR- ING, Jim's former fiancec. marrics BROCK PHILLIPS, milliOnairc's son.
 Months pass and Brock Phillips ie killed in fall from a horse. Mar cia consuIts Jim about flnancial af. fairs and later tells him her mar rlage to Phillips was mistake. She declares she cares only for him. Hurt because she bcIieveRs Jim has taken Marcia Phillips to lunch, Gyp- sy accepts FRANK GIBSON'S invi- tafiOn to drive her home from q shopping trip. There is collision and Gypsy's ankle is spraincd. Jim is attentive during the days while the ankle is healing. Gypsy comes into the house from the garden ono morning to flnl Alan Crosby waiting to sec her.
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 The man and the girl stared at each other as though neither quite dared to believe the truth.
 "fs 1t really you. Gypsy?" Crosby said in a low voice. "It's been so long!
 She came nearer and held out her hand. "Of course it's T. Gypsy's voice caught in throaty laugh. Don't you know me? I haven't changed. Alan. But you how did you get here? Where did you come from? It doesn't seem possible!"
 For moment neither of them said anything. Crosby took Gypsy's hand and pressed 1t closely. He was studying her face. Gypsy looked up into the dark eyes and what she saw there set her heart beating rapidly. Alan looked thinner. He was pale too. Then she saw that his hair was brushed back from his forehead in the same careless, thoroughly. de- lightful way.
 Gypsy laughed nervously. I'm fne hostess-not even offering you . chair. Sit down, won't you?"
 The young man did not move. You're lovelier than ever, Gypsy" he told her. You're like a picture. you with an armful of yellow flow Ar La hof nd there's more color in your face. Lord-it's good just 10 look at you!"
 She laid the flowers on the table, came back and sank into chair. | 'T haven't heard so many compH- msnts fin long while." Gypsy told | him. "It's very pleasant but I'd | much rather you told me how you got here. what you're doing"
 "I'll tell you all about everything" Crosby promised, "only it's going to tale little time. Not for a moment had he taken his eyes from the girl. n don't see how I could have for gotten you're, so beautiful" he fin ished.
 Really" began Gypsy. She stop ped because 1t seemed priggish to | tell a young man she had known as long as she had Alan that he must | n't say she was beautiful. Gypsy was | trying to be. very, calm but her ! cheeks were Burning. Col6f indeed! | Did Alan think she blushed constant ly like this?
 "I didn't know if I'd find you here" he was saying "I sent a let ter once and it came back.sI did not know whethert that meant you'd gone away or not" ta
 Gypsy shook her head. q haven't been away. sent the letter back because-well. thought 1t was the best thing to do."
 "Oh!" Alan glanced downward. When he looked up again there was a queer tightening about his lips.
 3"Alan; please tell me what you've been doing. Are you still with Thomas How did you get my ad- dress? I've thought about you hun dreds of times!"
 Have you?" there was a shade of bitterness in the young mans smile. T feel fattered. No. I'm not with