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slant stream Of letters. Then one
each week. Gradually the letters
had come less frequently. But
Gypsy could understand how that
happent l.
She herself, tired after a long
day in the Office, often felt too
weary TO struggle With pen and ink.
Besides after Alan had settled
down to work at art school and
described the strange things about
living in France and the people he
met, there was less to write.
There never had been change
in the friendly way he wrote. There
were few affectionate phrases. He
was not inclined to sentimentality.
Yet on each hastily scrawled page
Gypsy read messages which were
infinitely tender
For a year and a half she had
treasured her letters, answered
promptly whenever the postman left
an envelope with Paris postmark,
and made it clear to young men
that her evenings we're occupied.
She stayed on at the Twelfth
street lodging house. A sandy
haired bookkeeper who had moved
into the second floor rear was
unusually persistent with invita-
tons A bookkeeper at Mac
Namara's bore up so faithfully
under snubs that out Of Christian
charity she relented and saw two
plays with him.
She did not enjoy herself Going
about with Alan, who was witty and
handsome, had made other young
mon seem commonplace.
a year and a half-nineteen
months two weeks and three days
to be exact-She had waited for this
meeting
Suddenly Gypsy found her hands
were clammy and that she was shiv-
ering. She was happy and at the
same time frightened. One block
ahead she saw the French line pier.
With one eye on the taximeter she
began fumbling in her purse.
The cab halted. Gypsy was out
side Immediately, thrusting a bill
into the hands of the driver. She
was gone before she could hear him
Thanks, Ma am" for the extrava-
CANT tip.
gypsy hurried up the long
NJ fight of stairs. She saw a
crowd of men and women and made
toward them. An official was re-
fusing to let them nearer. She
pushed forward and presented her
permit, and was admitted past the
rope barrier. The long, barn-like
pier seemed to stretch on for
blocks. And there was the boat
Dignity was forgotten. She ran.
Past the neat boxed booths of Gus
toms officials. Past waiting mes
sengers. Past steamship employees.
Gypsy ran until, GREATNESS, she
reached the group at the railing
opposite the cleaning white boat,
There were cheers and cries and
waving handkerchiefs. Faces on
the deck of the steamship, only a
few yards away, became a hazy
blur Every one was smiling
Gypsy elbowed her way nearer,
TO the very edge of the barrier.
She forgot these others had an
equal right to be there. She
squirmed and pushed ruthlessly to
reach the front line.
Where was he? Where was Alan?
All the faces on the crowded deck
looked alike
Something must be wrong! Gypsy
searched left and right. She tried
TO steady her quick, darting gaze.
OF course he was thereof course
she would see him in moment.
There was a new conlmotion go
ing on at Gypsy's right. They were
lowering the gangplanks. Passen-
gers began trooping over. Stewards
scurried this way and that with
baggage and men and women beside
Gypsy rushed forward for clamor-
Gus. affectionate greetings. Laugh
ter and tears. A couple beside the
girl we're embracing.
More faces. Still more faces.
Then she saw him. He was part
way down the gangplank before she
recognized him. Alan looked more
handsome than Gypsy remembered.
He was glancing from left to right.
He had not seen her. The girl
pressed her way forward.
"Alan!" she cried eagerly. ALAN
I'm here!"
II
THERE was no sign of recogni-
Il ton on Alan Crosby's face. He
came down the gangplank slowly
His gray topcoat was tasteful. in
conspicuous. The gray felt hat
lowered over his eyes had the faint
est touch Of the pictureSqueness in
its tilt.
Crosby stood half ahead above
his neighborS. His features we're
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