The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-13
SYNOPSIS


 GYPSY MORELL and TOM WEAVER are married on the l. Dame day as LILA HOTALING and DEREK BLISS, but while 1ain lives in luxury Gypsy has to struggle to keep expenses within Toms income.
 After Gypsy's son is born her days become Q dreary round of cAring for him and for her home. She suspects Tom is interested fin VERA GRAY who works fin the same office.
 IAla divOrces Derek. Vera finds excuses to see Tom often and one night, after tricking him into taking her home, suggests they run away together. Tom leaves hastily.
 Derek, learning Lila divorced him to marry MARKO BROUGH- TON, richer and older, comes un- invited to a dinner party given by Lila. Gypsy is there and also HUNT GIBSON. Derek, who has been drinking, falls from a bal- cony to the street. Several days later he dies.
 Tom and Gypsy quarrel and Tom leaves home. Gypsy has no word from him and when she sends a telegram to his office Vera intercepts the message.
 CHAPTER XLIv
 She didn't like Miss Gray. That girl was a caution; she seemed so sweet. but you had a feeling she was one of the sly ones.
 "She likes him a little bit too well, if you ask me-" murmured the secretary who hadn't been asked but who saw everything that went on in the place. Well, it wasn't any of her business. But wasn't t there a telegram that had been lying around yesterday afternoon |? Oh, we'll. Miss Gray must have opened it. It was probably some thing about one of the accounts.
 "Td better keep my foot out of it," the secretary said to herself. She was a philosophical soul. She went out to lunch without mention ing that telegram to anyone.
 When Tom Weaver flung him. 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 frus- tration. How dared Gypsy rush in with that impossible bounder, look ing so utterly lovely, pouring out that absurd and fantastic explana- ton of her tardiness?
 He was not conscious, really, of the storm as he plunged out into 1t. The boy at the apartment switchboard looked at him curi- iously 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: th0re were one or two cleaning women about. The whole place had a 0oul-Stirring air of forlorness which suited Toms. mood. He there, scarcely thinking, steeped in AAAD OloNh oCoPOhoShSy. u :" eo Oll such nights as this, he brooded, that men chose the river
 How long he sat there he never knew, but after a time he was con- scious of new life and movement. a coming and going. It was morn ins-early, yet indubitably morn- ing. He bestirred himself. His suit was wrinkled. He needed shine and he ran his hand over the stub ble of a beard.
 Well, he would go to 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 it home-or rather he had not want. ed to carry it all the way to Tarry- town and back. Yesterday. how long ago it seemed.
 After a shave and a cup of coffee he felt better. He was a 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 g o'clock MT Clayton hustled in.
 "Weaver! You're just the man I want to see. Want you to catch the II 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 cad). But the perator said, "Sorr-ry. They do not answer" in her maddening sing-song several times and finally he gave up.
 He rushed out. He'd have to buy @ change of clothes when he got to Cleveland. Then he'd drop Gypsy a note. He must have been light headed last night. That drink he had made at Vera's had just set