The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-30

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spend little more of his time at
I the office. For one thing, there
were the new demands that Dav-
ids needs placed upon the Wea-
vers' slender income. And fol
another Gypsy was wrapped up
in the baby's welfare. She did
not feel free to go about as she
she had before. She was often
actually too tired to go to the
movies in the evening. She even
urged Tom to go by himself OF
with the Matsons. another young
! couple who lived on the same
floor.
At first Tom protested. No,
he'd rather stay at home. He'd
much rather be with her. But
/ Gypsy was sometimes too weary
! to talk. She would make an eX,
cusc to creep off to bed early
Small wonder that Tom dropped
/ into the habit of going out with,
, out her.
Sometimes she was frightened
at her own WEAKNESS and dull,
ness and her absorption in the
baby. Tom would tire of her, she
would tell herself wildly, glanc,
ing at her image in the mirror
She had nothing to talk about
these days. The young mothers
she met in the park were deer
in the mysteries of formulas ano
pureed carrots and orange juice
How could she, after an after,
noon of this conversation, be
bright and amusing for her hus'
band? And wasn't David worth
any self-sacrifice?
One evening in March they went
to dine with Toms boss, a rubi-
cund gentleman who owned a
charming house in Scarsdale. 1t
was all very pleasant-food, host
and guests. But Gypsy felt quite
out of it. Her frock was unfash-
ionable and her small talk rusty,
She hadn't been to any of the
new plays, she didn't do the night
clubs. Her hostess was smooth,
manicured, beautifully dressed
and jeweled. Gypsy considered,
with humorous despair, asking
them to her home and gave up
the project in five minutes. No,
until David was a little older
until they had more room and a
better servant they would have
to abstain from entertaining.
The next day Gypsy made lot
of new resolutions. She would
"fuss more" over her own looks,
would never neglect cold cream
ing rites at night, would give
herself a daily manicure. Tom
had seemed to find that young
copy-writer very charming last
night. She. Gypsy, had been
considered a most delightful com
panion once upon a time. Where
had all her amusing repartee van
ished?
When the telephone rang late
that afternoon and Toms voice
came to her she was pleasantly
excited. Often when he called
this late it was to announce thai
some newspaper friend had given
him second night tickets to g
play.
Eyes, darling"
But her voice dwindled; the
ring of pleased expectancy died
out of it. He had to work? Oh
that was too bad! She had been
mentally freshing up her best
black frock. doing her hair.
Tom was sorry, he said. There
was a big new account in the
office. He hated leaving hen
alone but honestly he had to WORK
ION this stuff. She was good
sport! 1t was all right, then?
Gypsy put the telephone down
with sensation of disappoint,
ment and defeat. The long even
ing stretched out before her with
a lonely and solitary dinner tC
boot. Well, it was too bad, but
it couldn't be helped.
She got David ready for the
night, a lovely, laughing SCRAP
of babyhood in his ribbed night,
gown. But after he had beer
tucked away in his crib, the
| light turned out and the window:
| opened, a feeling of deep for
, lorness swept over her. She
stood at the kitchen window, hel
forehead against the cool pane
gazing down at the Lighted
streets below. Far to the west
she could see the lights of the
gay street Broadway. An ad,
vertising sign twinkled on ant
off, red and yellow, red and vel,
low, half a block away. Night
sounds. sounds of the city throw,
ing off its daytime mood of seri.
BUSINESS, making ready for play
came to her family. The boot,
ing of taxis, the scrape of brak.
es. A radio blared out across
the way. Dinner music. Some
where down in the city men and
girls were dancing to the strains
of that music, were dining and
smoking and laughing.
"I-I feel like Cinderella" Gy-
psy said to herself, trying to
smile. But tears pricked at her
eyelids. She swallowed hard.
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