The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-02-12
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| something wrong?" She lifted
her eyebrows delicately.
"Gypsy's father" he explained.
Auto accident. He's in a bad
way" ...
"Oh, too bad!" She was red
dening her lips now. The tone
was perfunctory.
Pm all cut up about it." Tom
stated with fnality. Very fond
of Mr.. Morell. He's one grand
guy. And Of course Gypsy's
frightfully upset"
'Mmm :. / can imagine"
She stood irresolute in the
doorway and he made no move to
detain her. ... .......
We'll, I'll be seeing YOU"
But after she had gone, leav-
ing a faint, unacceptable trace Of
scent on the air, he put his head
in his hands and groaned a little.
Gypsy and Vera! Gypsy and
Vera! Oil and water, these two
natures were. He liked the girl
couldn't help admiring her en-
terprise. She was a smart bust
ness woman and awfully femi-
nine in the bargain. He'd been
hoping she'd go back to Boston
but she had told Lawrence she
didn't want to-so that was that!
When she had come into the Office
a few months ago their old friend
ship had renewed itself. Hang it
all, a man couldn't be a bloom
ing prig! He couldn't say to a
girl he'd known so long, Pm ter
ribly sorry but I'm married now.
l can't pass the time of day with
you any more"
No, he couldn't do that! And
at first he had been afraid to
mention to Gypsy the fact that
Lawrence (taken with Vera's
good looks) had given her a job
in the same Office. Gypsy would
have been suspicious. Women
were funny that way. Well, he
hadn't mentioned the matter and
Vera had helped him to land that
silk stocking account. He had
had to see her out of hours; they
had both entertained the space
buyers. Why hadn't he told
Gypsy then? He couldn't exactly
explain. Was it possible he had
enjoyed Vera's society as woman
rather than a co-wOrker? Darn it,
she was attractive; she was good
fun. GYPSY had been ten times
more amusing, more delightful,
but that was in the early days,
the pre-David days.
IT seemed a pity motherhood
had to take such a grip on
some women, Tom reflected, stuff
ing his pipe. David was impor-
Iant, of course. He was the son
and heir, an adorable scrap of |
oabyhood. But Gypsy had altered
so since his arrival. She didn't |
want to do things, go places any |
more. Men weren't used to being |
led to a house. They were bro
ken in to the routine of matri-
nony much less easily than girls.
He thought of Gypsy's white,
stricken face as he had left her
hat morning and almost groaned
aloud! His girl, little and slim
md adorable; what was she doing
low? What particular hell was
he going through?
He reached for the telephone.
Miles away, across a river, up
. line of hills, in a shabby man
arded house a bell tinkled and
;lytie's voice came through,
Mist Weaver? He just the same.
II call Miss Gypsy"
A wait and then Gypsy's faint
clio. Were waiting. The doc
ors are both here. :"
Tom reached for his hat and
damned out of the Office. The
man uptown" of whom he had
poken to Vera was more or less
ctional. There were several peo-
lie he had to see but none Of the
alls were urgent. .a O.,
Vera was in the outer Office as
g whirled through, talking to the (,
yitchboard girl. At sight of Tom
lie said. Don't forget. Tell him