The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-14

A figure in striped and crack ling cambric glidcd in. Times up, MT Weaver. This young lady must get some sleep. And he had to go. after c kiss and whisper cd admonition.
 "Shes all right. She's perfect ly fine," the doctor told him. "She came through splendldly.' But Tom was not convinced. Ills office mates railcd him robustly on hla Rrimness. "As If they knew what 1t was all about" the poor fei- low thought witherlngly, winclng to think of the long night and Gypsy's srnothcrcd cries But aftcrward. when they brought the child to him that evening, and he RaZcd upon him ---- his own son ---- his spirits mounted. It was going to be all right! He and Gypsy and the little fellow! Why. that was an unbeatable combination.
 Isn't he the dnrlingest 2" It was a week later and the baby, bundle of pink blanket and mus lin, with only the top of a rosy head showing, lay on Gypsy's arm. Her curla were freshly brushed, her eyes had the peculiar deep, Innbcnt glow that comes to young mothers just out of the shhdowy valley. Tom had eyes only for her.
 "ISn't he the sweetest, most adorable 7 Tom Weaver. you're not paying attention to your sonl You're not listening to a word l Say"
 He grinned at her Hes q wonder But honestly, Gyps, do you think he's much to look ht right now? I was admiring you. Do you mind2"
 Silly" She pretcpdcd to be annoyed, ignoring the fiattery. "Iic'B the snoBt beautiful thing God ever made! Aren't you. pre- cIousY Aren't you the most, bees yootifu1 thing God ever made ? Look at his little hands, Tommy. Marvclous!"
 "Your mother says he's like ths Glynns," said rom slyIy. "But I any he's the living Image of my | Great Uncle Tobias"
 Gypsy looked up quickly, to say with pride, why, Tommy. he looks like no one else in the world | but you. How could anyone say he looks like Uncle Tobiag! | Dreadful fat old man"
 Tom roarcd, delighted nt tho way she had risen to the bait. Of course David Morell Weaver was the very image of his father! Of course he whs handsome! And of course one day, in the march of lime, he'd be president. "You'rc the most extraordinary girl" Tom murmurcd. Last year you were just a kid, danc- ing, playing around. And now you're m full-ncdged parent, brlst- les and everything"
 You stop teasing me-" Gypsy told him with dignity. "I am now q full-tlme mother, with no sense of humor whene my child is con ccrned."
 Tho McKinnons had returned from Minnesota during the early part of Gypsys Shospithl soj0urn, 30 it was to the apartment in- stead of to the little house that the young Wcavers brought David | MOrcIl.
 They arrived there one brisk October morning, sauircd by q slow, plump. taIkative individual who had been recommended by Doctor Mcclure as practical nures. And immediately the tenn. DO of life changed. The hospital had been dull--Gypsy had looked forward to coming home---but ai least the routine had been precise and orderly. The baby had gone back to his nursery after cvsrj feeding and the young mother had known nothing of the routine Of baths, diapers and airinKs.
 Now everything was different Mrs Burby was inefficient though nmiabIc. dypay's own room was q wefter of powder cans, safety pins, folded small garments and q basslnette which seemed to over- shadow everything else. Tho Kitchen was never tidy. There was always q boiling container on the stove. There were potatoes, half of them peeled, in the sink. There were rags, towels. s0iled dishes everywhere.
 At the end of the second weeks Of this, nypsyg patience broke. She mnld desperately, "i cnu't stand il any longer, Tom. YouII have to