The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-08

must dash. They would go night
clubbing, probably.
"She's making that up" said
Gypsy, to herself, demure in her
triumph. "She found she wasn't
getting anywhere with Tom and
SO she's leaving"
But would Tommy get her a
taxi? That was what Vera wanted
to know. 1t was just around the
corner, really, but she was afraid
to be out alone in New York.
Toms obvious cue, at this mo-
ment, was to walk around the
corner" Ca matter Of some five
blocks) with her. He didn't. He
rang the doorman on the house
phone and asked him to have a
taxi round in fifteen minutes. He
and Gypsy saw Vera to the eleva-
tor, and Toms arm was around
Gypsy's slender waist.
"Wellw He drew out a big,
fine handkerchief, hopping his
brow in the fashion Of movie
comedians, after negotiating a
difficult job.
81 don't believe you like your
old friends" Gypsy said, picking
up a laden ashtray. Il think you
were glad she left"
Gosh, what gets into females,
anyhow" Tom demanded. "She
seemed all right at noontime,
good fun. Tonight she was en-
tirely different, she was putting
on an act. Why did you run out
on me? l gave you all the sig
nails"
Il wanted to give her chance
to be charming" said Gypsy, sup
pressing a smile. Il seemed to
cramp her style. She was prob
ably Just the same at noon, but
you didn't notice it. Just now
you were seeing her through my
eyes,"
'Is that the way" Tom regis
tered amGZement. "Wondertul
thing, marriage" -.
ooh, Tom, | do love you!'
Gypsy exploded into a fit of help
less laughter, burrowing into his
gray tweed collar like a kitten.
With Vera gone, everything was
all right again. They could thump
the upholstery Of the day bed,
empty the trays of lip-stock stain
ed cigaret ends, and pretend she
had never been there.
Sundays were the best, Gypsy
found. During the week, the
young Weavers parted in rather
a furry. In the evenings, peo-
pie usually dropped in, or they
read books from the lending H.
brary, or went to a picture show.
Sunday was all theirs, free and
golden and generous. Occasional
ly they went out to Blue Hills on
Saturday night, to waken late IN
the big, shabby guest room, with
the red maple outside. They
would have late breakfast, with
Clytie generous in the matter of
hot cakes and syrup. Mrs. Nor
ell seemed brighter on these oc-
casions, and Gypsy's father would
beam contentedly at them from
behind his glasses.
whats the program today
kids"
~ don't know" Gypsy would
say. whats planned, mother?'
Nothing but a o'clock dim
ner," that lady would reply, con-
tentedly. "You drive me to
church, father. and after that I'd
like TO stop at the cemetery. It's
mothers anniversary, you know.
Just you and Tom do as you
please, dear. You work hard all
week. If you want to be here
for dinner, we'd love it. But if
you'd rather picnic, why Clytie
will fix a basket for you"
So, occasionally they picnicked,
Just the two of them, on a high
hill, with the bright blue skies of
late October overhead. 1t was fun
it was glorious fun. Later they
would tool the little car back to
Blue Hills, and have tea with the
family in the early dusk. There
would be a roaring open fire.
Some Of Gypsy's friends might
drop in, to .exclaim over Clytie's
chocolate cake. The twins would
souabble over their bicycles. And
some hours later, tired and utter
" content, they would say good
by and be driven down to the
station by Harry Morell.
"Be out next week, Gyp?"
Il think so, Dad. Unless Tom
has to work. It's been such fun.
You're too good to us"
Don't be silly" He would kiss
her and shake Toms hand and
watch until they climbed aboard.
Then he would sigh and shake his
shoulders and drive away. Seemed
funny to have Gypsy old enough
to be married, living in the city.
Well. that was life. They grew
up and got married. You wanted
them to, of course, but-well-lt
was funny, anyhow.
One Sunday morning, early in
November, Gypsy's mother tossed
over to her the page containing
the society column Of the news
paper.
81 see Lila's back"
"Oh, really?" Gypsy scanned
the item with interest. Mr.. and
Mrs. Derek Van Reuter- Bliss had
returned from honeymoon
abroad, said the society editor,
and would be at. home after the