The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-01
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----s- .- to his shrewdiy. Scarcely above a murmur she asked, rDo you love her very much?
 His expression did not change. Gypsy and ,I' have been happy" he said. Shes a fine girl.
 I'm so glad for your sake. She wouldn't mind your coming here o-dayss would she ?"
 "oh, no, Gypsy wouldn't mind. Only Pves been thinking that if you'd rather turn things over to another lawyer-
 why should I do that? Just seeing you once in a while makes me so much happier, Jim. Surely much to ask when you have every thing and 1 have so Hitler"
 Jim Wallace frowned. Look, here, Marcia" he said. we've got to face this thing. Circumstances have well, changed. There's nothing we can do about that now. You know Pm fond of you. I always will be. But there are other things respon- abilities ito think of. Of course you're unhappy now but you'll get over it. There must be fine things ahead for d girl like you. You have beauty, charm, money ~ there's nothing in the world you can't have!" @
 "PIease, Jim"
 No, you must listen. I don't want to think of you staying in the house here, miserable all day long. You ought to be getting out, getting interested in what's going on. That's what you should do. Get out and see people, try to forget whats past!"
 'Is that what you want me to do,. Jim?" The girls voice was hum: :. ble.
 "Yes."
 "Then I'll try. I promise you T will"
 "Good. Now think I'd better be going. It's getting late"
 But it's only five" Marcia ob jected. And I'm dreadful hostess! Please wait and let me get you a cool drink She was on her feet before he could stop her and out of the room. Jim walked to a window. He stood there, hands in his pockets, staring out until a few minutes later Marcia returned.
 She was carrying large old-fash- toned tray. There was a pitcher on it and two glasses already filled, containing ice and topped with mint sprigs. Marcia set the tray on low table and offered Jim a glass. She took one herself
 Here's to your happiness" she said, raising the glass to her lips.
 And here's to yours."
 It was nearly six when at last he rose to leave. Marcia followed him to the door, offered her hand. He pressed it tightly.
 Thank you for coming" she said softly. You've done lot to help me-" &e
 "Then I'm very glad. Let me know when you hear from that in- surance. office. Good night"
 Good night, Jim."
 The door closed. From the hall window Marcia watched him go down the walk and turn to the right. She waited until the broad shoulders were out of sight. An old carved maple hung against the wall. Marcia faced her reflection in the mirror. For an instant she studied herself critically, touched her hair here and there, gently replacing a curling wisp. Then she raised her head. Marcia was smiling and there was triumph, complete .confi- dence in that smile.
 For nearly a week Gypsy could not make up her mind what was wrong. There was nothing in what Jim said to betray reStlessness. He was as considerate as ever. She saw him at the breakfast table, at dinner, frequently during the even- ing. In spite of outward calm Gypsy knew that something had happened. Jim seemed different. He would look up in the middle of something she had been telling him, his face saying as plain as words that he had heard not a single sem tence. At other times he woulud sit preoccupied so that Gypsy herself would become embarrassed at the stiffness.
 It was on Wednesday that she learned the truth.
 Gypsy had been busy in the gar- den all afternoon. Sam was spray ing the rose bushes and the girl had been punching about with a IrOWel, pulIILS Wccu WiiSh SiAS found one, batting the soil about roots where rainfall had washed it away. and enjoying herself heartily. She came into the house late to dress. On the desk in her bedroom lay a stamped envelope. l Gypsy groaned. It was the letter she had wanted to get off to Anne Trowbridge for a week. The post man had made his collection. It was too late to get the letter into the days mail. According to the clock on the bedside table it was 20 minutes after four. Gypsy. suddenly making up her mind, dressed hurriedly. | I'm going to the postoffice," she called to Matilda in the kitchen. 'If anyone calls say I'll be right back"
 | It was 20 minutes walk to the | postoffice. Gypsy hurried along with brisk steps. She mailed the letter with the pleasant conscious ness of a long-delayed task com