The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-28


 mother as he conferred with Dr Zimmerman. She knew now how q prisoner must feel as he waits the jurys verdict. It was terrible this waiting. Her mother sat In a low chair, twisting and untwist- ing her handkerchief, never lift ing stricken eyes.
 Whom at last the door opened Gypsy felt she could not endure much more of this. The two men emerged together, talking in low tones Dr Martincau, the special ist. bowed to the women vaguely and went on talking to his col leagues. They were ignored, com plctcly shut out.
 'I can't bear it." she whispered faintly.
 Her mother rose and faced Dr Zimmerman. what do you think now, doctorI'
 His pulse is weaker"
 Mrs Morell winced and Gypsy hated both these big men with their calm eyes. Why didn't they do something?
 What are The oldcr woman's voice faltered on the words but she went on courage ously, what are the chances now"
 The specialist looked at her kindly. He began to explain. There was some pressure, he said. An operation might relieve II. But dared they chance that? He be- came highly technical and the ! woman's faded, intelligent eyes never left his face.
 "You mean he has a chance?" The specialist lifted his shoulders in the barcst suggestion of shrug. "IIc may have. I'll look Tn tonight. l If there is no change we'll have to go in and sec what the trouble ls' "But you think he'll come out | of 1t, doctorY' She appealed to the other man, her lifelong friend ana physician.
 "Tm hoping for the best He l patted her arm. Hes having the l begt of care, remember that. We're doing everything in our power. They had to be content with | that.
 The two doctors went away in l took on It's hushed air again. Neigh bors came and went on quiet feet. | Once the baby walled and was | hushod quickly and Gypsy knew, in Il dream that Mrs Pettingill had l carried him off with her for the afternoon. Nothing was quite real to-day. The sun. the clouds wheel ing in blue sky. the postmhn l ,,,I. Il,yita hlunGrD1 tnIl someone wanted her on the tele- phone and she answered daZcdly. "Iicllo. Hello"
 This Is Hunt. I'm terribly sor' ry I've only just heard .. Who WAS Hunt? Oh, someone m another life. A brown, lean, hard young man with hungry eyes ana n pleasant voice, someone who had asked her facOnB agO) 10 dine ana 20 to the thcater with him. Thcrt was q curly haired young woman in that dream to, herself, mOpplnf her eyes and weeping because Il rnlned and she had no one 10 talk 10 over a grate fire. What fool that girl had been, making noun taina out of mOlchlllB! When rcaI trouble was so dreadful and NO in- escapable what a fool that girl had I
 been!
 "I'm sorry. l forgot about II. was all Gypsy could think oi saying.
 Hunt wanted to know if there was anything he could do. Er' randa. Medicine. Anything. ll' would be at their service.
 He was kind, Gypsy thought, re- placing the receiver. Everyone wal kind. Neighbora and friends. Bu they couldn't help. only Cod coule help them now. She began to pray dlsconnectedly
 "Dear God, Daddy's never hat much fun. He's had to work S' hard for all of us. Spare him a little while so we can make thing' up to him. Please. God.
 That wasn't n real prayer bu maybe God would hear and under stand.
 The moments dragged by. IL wa noon and the red haired nurse went down to her lunch, bright competent and alert. Mrs Morel sat nt the patients beside, her iac' haggnrd. ,.. ,u.- ,,, Emerson dOca," she had command cd and Gypay had 10 obey. But she got little satiafactlon ou of the young nurse. All her qu"s lions were turned aside with pro feaalonnl skill and cOolncss' Mn
 Wenter must ask the doctor Al that, mustn't sheY She renll' couldn't Any
 Mss McphcrsOn had a hra'th' lnppetite. She nte H chop md baked potnt0 md spinach ma hp
 ple sauce. And Gypsy hated her.
 Aner Hhe hnf returned Co ho
 post clylle stuck her hond nr0uli
 lhe swinging door end muiicrrd "YOI cnt something Or yOu Ro dOwn sick yourself. Mlss Cypsy.'