The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-03-23

- "hsus sbS ete5 oSSH lSISer. studying to be an artist. Tn Paris! Living in q garret and eating crusts and all the while remaining true to Gypsys memory. Don't you iove 1t {? He sends her picture post cards" The tone in which Clara spoke made every word ridiculous. Gypsy coiored but she did something of which she was proud for days. She kept her temper.
 The other girl waited. apparently disappointed. Then clara said slowly: "What'll you do. Gypsy, if he walks down tho gangplank with Q wife and three children? ?" There was q litter from across the room. Jean Foster spoke up de- fensively.
 We've got work to get out, Clara. Don't you think you could postpone the comedy?"
 "Oh. my dear--I beg your par don" Miss Howards' voice registered drop to toy temperature. Didn't know you were playing little helper. Jean. You must excuse me-" 0ypsy's Don't mention iri, was equally formal. Her anger was tenn pered by the thought that, of all the girls In the office, Clara Howard was Inc one she least wished to know that Jean was sharing her duties. Now Clara knew. It would be in- teresting to see what damaging use She would try to make of this in- formation.
 Two little wrinkles appeared in Gypsy's forehead just above her nose. She looked up at the clock. Then her heart began beating pcii- meH again just as 1t had most of the morning.
 Alan was coming! She must hurry with her work because Alan was coming! What did she care for Clara Howard or Miss Futile or q whole army of tabuiated figures? Tn spite of aching shoulders and over wrought nerves there was . glow of happiness about Gypsy Mcbride. The minutes were flying and every one of them was bringing Alan nearer.
 With q sigh of relief Gypsy pulled Jean looked up. "Be through in a minute" she mumbled. Now Gypsy was arranging the typewritten sheets. She got them
 wrong twice. stopped and began over again.
 Fingers are all thumbs!' she complained.
 She had them all together at last. Ten neat pages and eight sets of cartoons. It was 25 minutes of 12. With good luck she could reach the dock in time to see the great steam ship let down the gangplanks. Gypsy glanced down at her morn ing's work. "Check the figures for errors." Miss Tuttie had said. Why --it would takc almost all of her precious 25 minutes to read copy on those 10 pages! Futile had doubled the work on the day she knew Gypsy was in q rush to leave. Probably had done 1t purposeiy. We'll, 1t was too late nowi Not for all the office executives in the world would Gypsy miss meeting the boat which was to bring Alan Crosby home again. She jumped up. gathering together the pages and rustling through q desk drawer for purse, gloves and vanity case. She hurried into the adjoining office and laid the manu- script on Miss Tuttle's desk. The older woman nodded and her straight lips frightened. Gypsy had reached the door when she heard her name called. She whirled about.
 Yes. Miss Tuttie?"
 You were careful to check your copies with the originals on this work. suppose?" Surely 1t was white lic and sure iy it was forgivable. Gypsy answered without moment Of hesitation.
 "Yes. Miss Tuttie." ''very well. That's all" Gypsy didn't give the matter an- other thought. She knew that mem. oranda for directors meetings were important. that prices and matters of policy might be determined by them. She knew the penalty such an error might bring and she forgot all these things.
 Down the hall she nearly ran to get her coat and hat. Jean. Foster was waiting for her In the dresisng room.
 "Listen. dypsy. do you want to tiit Monday"
 "Thanks. honey. guess I'd better wear my own. You've done . lot for me all ready to-day" Quick dabs of powder and . touch of lipstick while Hhe spoke. The close. .fitting brown beret jerked on at e rakish angle. Now the tweed coat that had seen two winters wear.
 My giovesi" Gypsy walled. rI had them just minute ago. We'll Iii have to so without theml"
 "isight behind you"
 Jean rescued tho gloves from the floor.
 "Angeii Weli--goodby--!" Gypsy had one hand on the door when something In the other Rirra manner made her hesitate. Jean "0ypay," she said, you're looking wonderfuIl guess it's because you're SO happy. You're in love with him, aren't your" rho curling lashes iiuttered. No use to try. to hide the dancing light