The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-02-23
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Gypsy MoRELL and TOM
WEAVER are married ON the
md DEREK BLISS, but while
Lila lives In luxury. Gypsy Inns TO
struggle to keep expenses within
Toms income.
After GypsS's son u born her
days become n dreary round OF
caring for him md for her home.
She suspects Tom In interested I'm
VERA GRAY who works In the
same Office.
excuses TO see Tom often and one
night. after friekinE him Into taxi
Ing her home, suggests they run
away together. Tom leaves hostiiy.
Derek. learning ~ ,S st nt,E.
TON. richer and older, comes un-
invited TO n dinner party given by
Lin. Gypsy IL there and niso
HUNT GIBSON. Derck. who has
been drinking. falls from a bal
cony TO the street. Several days
Tom and Gypsy quarrel ma
Tom leaves home. Gypsy has no
word from him md when she
sends a telegram TO his Office
Vera intereepts the message.
NOW GO on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER Xiv
WHEN Tom Weaver flung him
w self out into the rain that night
he had no least idea where he was
going. Anger ruled him for the
moment-that and an unacknowl-
edged sense Of jealousy and frustra-
ton.
He was not conscious, really, Of
the storm as he plunged out into
1t. The boy at the apartment;
switchboard looked at him curl
ously and said something about a
taxi. Tom did not even hear him.
He went out, head down, charging
like an angry stallion. -.
There was no direction in his
steps. yet after a while. dripping,
he found himself outside Grand
Central station. The big terminal
at this hour was almost deserted.
A few desolate souls sat drearily
about in the main waiting room;
there were one or two cleaning
women about. The whole place had
a substituting air Of forlornness
which suited Toms mood. He
chose a bench in corner and sa;
there, scarcely thinking. STEPPED In
his black dependency.
How long he sat there he never
knew. but after a time he was con-
scious of a new life and movement.
a coming and going. 1t was morn
ing-early, yet individually morn
ing. He bestirred himself. His suit
was wrinkled. He needed shine
and he ran his hand over the stub
bic of beard.
Well. he would go 10 the office.
Curiously enough. the day before
he had parked in his locker there
a suit Just received from the tailor.
He had not remembered to take II
home-or rather he had not wanted
to carry it all the way to larry
town and back. Yesterday q. how
long ago it seemed.
After q shave and a cup Of coffee
he felt better. He was little bit
ashamed Of himself. The fever Of
madness that had possessed him
was cooling. He found the office
deserted and managed to make the
change to fresh clothes in his office
utterly unmolested.
At 9 o'clock Mr.. Clayton hustled
In.
"WeaYeri You're just the man
I want to see. Want you to catch
the IL o'clock for Cleveland"
There were papers to be tucked
into the briefcase. Tom had to
hurry; he tried to telephone Gypsy
because Of course he would have
to let her know-he wasn't COM
pletely and finally a cad). But the
operator said, SORRY. They do
not answer" In her maddening
sing-song several times and finally
he gave up.
He rushed out. He'd have to buy
a change of clothes when he got to
Cleveland. Then he'd drop Gypsy
note. He must have been light
headed last night That drink he
had made at Vera's had just set
him off, He hadn't had any dinner