The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-10
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 GYPSY MCBRIDE, is-ycar-old typist in . New York office, is miserable and lonely when she finds that ALAN CROSBY, just rec turned from a year and . half in Paris studying art, no longer cares for hcr. Crosby is infatuated with MRS LANGLEY, wealthy di- vOrcec who considers herself . pa- tron of art.
 Gypsy becomes disgustcd with her job and when she is criticized for carcIessncss tmpulsively rec signs. She accepts an invitation from her wealthy cousin, ANNE of another guest at Q formal din- ner. The party is bore. She leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears a nOisey in the next room and opens the door to sec q man climbing in the window. He is JAMES WALLACE, guest of the TrOwbridgcs, who has entered by the fire escape to avoid the din- ner party guests. Wallace tells Gypsy he has just benc tilted by his fIanccc. She admits she has had girl he cares for Wallace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first re- fuses but later accepts.
 They are married next morning and take the train for Forest City. At Jifn's home they arc greeted by his aunt, MISS ELLEN WAL LACE, who makes no secret of her hostility to the girl. Jim takes Gypsy to lunch at the Carlton hotel next day and she secs two women watching them. Gypsy asks who they are. Jim replies, Someone don't want to meet. Let's gO."
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XVII.
 Mrs Hallie Butterworth, resplen- dent in purple ensemble, with her daughter behind her. less obtrusive in blue, headed across the room directly toward the table at which Jim and Gypsy were sitting. Gypsy had barely time to warn in a sub- dued voice: They're coming over here!" before Mrs Butterworth was beside them.
 My dear Jim," she began in a gushing voice, we've heard the news and just had to come over to see if it's really true! Is it--I mean Is this-?"
 Jim had risen. "TIow do you do. Mrs Butterworth," he said. "H'lo, Daphne. This is Mrs Wallace" He turned. Gypsy. want to introduce some old friends--Mrs Butterworth and Miss Daphne Butertworth."
 "Then it is true!' beamed the older woman nodding her head viz orously as she spoke. "And this is the little bride!" She stepped back, concentrating her smiles on Gypsy, but before anyone else could speak she was off again: We heard this morning you were married and ovor with feather! Jim's one of our boys, you know. To think you're actually married. My-it must have happened all of a sudden, didn't 1t? Young love, suppose!"
 Her voice carried to half dozen surrounding tables. Jim's face burned with slowly mounting color.
 ''Won't you sit down?" Gypsy suggested.
 "oh, no. thank you, my dear. but we can't stop. We're on the wing. home, Mrs Wallace? I suppose you're a stranger in Forest City?" i've always lived in New York" {" Gypsy told her.
 "So that's where you were mar ried. Daphne and I had been won dering. Quiet wedding I suppose since none of Jim's relatives were there. They weren't. were they. Jim 2"
 Mrs Butterworths inquisitive gase darted from one to the other. The purple hat flaring abruptly back from her forehead was trimmed mt Af hrfOhf f- CT shade. It reminded Gypsy of headlight, singularly appropriate considering Mrs Butterworth's dyna- mic approach. The woman's cheeks were florid and her spectacles bobbcd as she talked.
 Wallace was annoyed. "No," he said, none of my relatives were at the wedding"
 Since he did not volunteer any other information Mrs Butter worth tried again:
 Well, of course lots of people prefer small wedding" she went on. "sometimes I think they're nicer. Only I was thinking about your Aunt Ellen. Must seem queer to her for you to bring home wife. Is she going to live with you-?"
 q don't think Aunt Ellen has quite settled her arrangements,' Gypsy spoke up serenely. You must come to see us some day. Mrs Butterworth. I'm awfully anxious to know all Jim's friends"
 Daphne, who throughout the conversation had been shadowed by her mother, now interrupted. Don't you think we should go now mother?" she said. My appoint ment was for 1:15."
 "Oh, of course. I'm simply de- lighted to have met you, Mrs Wal lace. You're sweet little thing yes, you are! You and Daphne will have to get together. I'm sure you'd have a lot in common. Give my love to your aunt, Jim. Come, Daphne Goodby!"
 with a heartfelt "goodby" Jim dropped down to his chair. Town pest!" he grumbled. That woman can scent gossip q mile off and tells everything she knows. Never saw such q person! Only reason she came over here was to see what she could find out. Say-you knew how to handle her though. That was smart not to give her any satis. faction about Aunt Ellen"
 Gypsy smiled. 1T was afraid you'd do something violent" she said You looked as though you were about ready to-"
 The waiter brought the dessert Wallace said, There's one other place I'd like to take you since xuapVa d0wnf0wn How QbOut com.