The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-10

tion that the only real feeling he had about Derek's fall was relief that he should have saved his own skin.
 T don't blame him a. bit" Gypsy said, ot Hunt. Just the same her heart felt sore. Of Tom she simply refused to think. They ns.d quarreied before, naturally: but not like this. He would think things over present. ly. He would be. sorry She would not forgive him at once. He hadn't meant it or had she :? How was she to get through the day?
 She called her mother and learned that Daddy had taken his first walk completely alone that morning.
 We plan to go up to that place in the Adirondacks next week." the pleasant voice said. We thought you and Tom would like to stay in the house. It's cool and quiet--''
 Somehow Gypsy managed to an- swer normally. She and Tom |. | next week! How was she to know | " IuL htht "cCh Woulu Yesterday the plan would have delighted her. But now "Tll let you know" she prom ised. Somehow she must keep the knowledge Of her personal disas- worried just now.
 She dressed carefully and went over to Lila's. apartment about two o'clock. Mrs Bliss was not seeing anyone, Davies told her with concerned face. There was trained nurse. They were giv- ing her opiates. Mrs Bliss had been hysterical
 Gypsy went out into the warm, bright sunshine dazedly. Derek dying. Lila frantic. herself all at sea. What a topsy-turvy world!
 She kept herself busy somehow. When Elsa brought the smiling and slightly wilted baby back Gypsy had tho apartment cool and shaded and dim MT Weaver would not be home for dinner un- til late, Gypsy announced. Any how this was one of Elsas "early" nights. So the maid went away and, in the street far below, one could hear tfe wild shouting of children and the scream of taxi brakes. A city apartment is q desolate place of a summer even- ing.
 Gypsy felt it now as never be- fore. After sho had got the baby to bed she sat quite alone in the living room. watching the shad- ows creep slowly up the wall of the courtyard opposite.
 What am I going to do?' she asked herself over and over again. What am I going to do?"
 She glanced at the clock. It was half-past z. There was still time for Tom to return. Every step in the hall might be his. Every hurrying taxi below in tE } street might be bringing him. penitent and loving But she waited long and hope died.
 There was ere more course open to her now. She might call the office-very often the men worked late in this season and ask for him. At least then she would know where she stood. Her pride baked at the notion. but anxiety tri- umphed ard at last she gave the uuIIIDeE anu SdL ICISciy There was o answer from the general switchboard, but she had expected that. The operators did not work after 6 o'clock. A long. persistent, buzZing. Finally a re- ceiver, somewhere in the great bare stretch of offices. was lifted and a male voice said. Hello"
 Gypsy could hear her heart pounding. pounding. The voice was not Toms. "Is MT Weaver there?"
 A pause and the unseen speaker shouted to someone in the room. How about Weaver? See him any place."
 Gypsy waited. It seemed to her she lived ya.r in those few sec- onds.
 The voice came close again. "Sorry," 1t said "He seems to have lit out"
 Thank youi'
 Any message?"
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