The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-03-26

Gypsy glanced up happily at her com panion. None but the most commonplace of phrases came to her.
 "ft's a beautiful dayv she said softly. She meant 1t. Windswept fields of daisies against an azure sky could not have seemed so beau- tiful as the grimy city street that morning.
 They walked east toward Fifth avenue. There was a Sunday quiet about the streets. Men, women and children walked leisurely. enjoying the sunshine. Even the motor traffic seemed subdued. Crosby kept up q running-fire of conversation. He asked questions and before the girl could answer was launched on some anccdote of the trans-A Atlantic voyage or Paris.
 (Which way?" he asked when they reached Fifth avenue.
 Gypsy glanced down at her feet. The new pumps were not walking shoes. She had worn them once before and found them comfortable but 1t had been spendthrift occa- sion when she had patronized taxi cabs. The left heel was beginning to burn. No one would have guessed this. however. from the girls smile. She nodded toward the north. Walking up Fifth avenue to the entrance of Central park had been q favorite jaunt on Sunday mornings two years ago.
 Evidently Crosby remembered too.
 Like old times. kid?" he said as they turned north, swinging into step. There was q slight wind. It was colder going north and the wind whipped their faces. Beyond them gleaming towers of ivory and vels caught the sunshine and burned like white fire.
 They were the newest and high est additions to the city's skyline and they set Crosby off into paeans of admiration. Everything seemed to please the young man that morn- ing. Gypsy reflected his mood. If only she hadn't worn the new pumps! Now the right as well as the left heel throbbed.
 Alan expOunded the glories of
 But there must have been some things you liked in Paris!" the girl objected.
 "Oh---sure!" He began to tell her of holiday excursions, delicious French cooking, friends he met at art school, the little chapel near his lodging house neglected by tourists but perfect gem of seventeenth century design.
 T wish you could see the place. You'd love 1t. Gypsyl"
 I'm sure would"
 Say. there's another place that used to make me think of you" Crosby told about an outdoor res- taurant where there was music and delicious food and aii the patrons were friendly. He told her about gay evenings there with other stu dents.
 You'd have liked them, Gypsy. There was girl who used to come there who made me think of you. Only she wasn't so pretty. She had dark hair and eyes but her eyes were too far apart and her hair didn't wave the way yours does. 1t was the way she laughed. 1 guess, that made me think of you. You loow awfuily cute when you laugh, Gypsy"
 What was the anguish of blis- tered heel?"
 "Aian---do you really think so?"
 "Of course l do. Now don't tell me you don't know 1t! Say---what's the matter with your foot? You're limping!"
 "It's nothing just--welI, this shoe seems a little tight. It's all right"
 Hurts. docsn't it?"
 "Y-ess."
 "why didn't you tell me? Gosh. I'll bet it's made q blister. Now, why on earth didn't you speak up about that? We'll get . cab right away"
 Honestly I don't mind" Gypsy began but he siienced her with . new suggestion.
 Look here! Could you possibly walk ono block farther?" He mem tloned a nearby branch of na- tional chain of restaurants. It was q place where they had dined often. How about having dinner there 2"
 Gypsy was delighted. When final ly they had reached the place and n waitress had brough them bowls of steaminE soup and the rest of the dinner was ordered Gypsy Mcbride leaned back in her char and looked across at her companion. Her eyes were shining.
 "It's 50 wonderful to have you here aRain!" she murmured. "It's 70 wonderful I can't believe it's
 One of crosby's hands reached across the table and covered Gypsy's. You're Q, sweet kidi" he said. "We're going to have some great times together. Tell you what ---to-morrow let's have dinner down at that Italian place. You know Joe's. Where the ravioli used to be 50 good. Shall we T" \
 "I'd love tol Haven't been there for months, Alan"
 Altogether Sunday was q festive day. And the thought of the even- Ing ahead made Monday at the office pass in roseate haze. At 5:3O Gypsy Mcbride slipped her key into the door of her fourth floor room. She turned the knob and tho door opened. On the floor was q folded sheet of paper.
 Sorry. Banabino. that the party's off" she read. "i'm tied up for the evening with eome Of the boys from tho office Hope you'll understand q a-lz-e- fET' ..z. ..l. ....