The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-02-22
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. 1899 NEA Service. Inc

were there il your name comes into
it. No one need know -"
He had the grace to be ashamed.
What about your"
She had shrugged her shoulders.
cit doesn't matter about me"
Plainly he didn't want Sue to
know he had attended Lila's fate
full party, no matter how innocent
his part in the nights affairs might
have been. Sue had confided to
Gypsy only Monday that Hunt was
his old, sweet self to her these days.
81 think something happened
he's utterly changed" Sue had said
softly. "He says he never knew
anyone $3.50 untouched and IN.
corruptible as am. Did you ever?"
And Sues sweet laughter had rung
out. Gypsy's lips had twisted them
selves into a smile. but the implied
comparison had stabbed her. Hunt,
playing around with a gay crowd,
had liked 1t all well enough until
danger threatened. Now he had
rushed to the safety and innocence
of Sues single-minded devotion.
"But he'll be very good husband
for her." Gypsy thought wistfuliy.
She wouldn't be calling Tom to-
day. she told herseR proudly. if It
weren't for this complication caused
by Derek's death. Why. only an
hour ago a tabloid reporter had
telephoned and asked her all sorts
Of questions. What was she to do
or say? She needed Toms advice
his help. " ".'
CHE halted for an irresolute mo-
- ment at the drugstore and then
went on. No, she would not call
Tom: better still. she would send
him a telegram.
Need your advice something i'm.
portant let me hear from YOU" She
signed it Gypsy"
She waited until night in fever
Of impatience. Well. the answer
would come in the morning. she
told herself. Every car along the
street. every boy on a bicycle,
brought her heart into her mouth.
Meantime. in town, a tall blond
young man carrying briefease
rushed into a glassed-in -compart-
ment. The neat secretary at the
desk looked up. .,....
"Oh. Mr.. Weaver. We didn't ex.
pect you back until tomorrow"
II know. l cut it short. Finished
earlier than I had expected. Any
messages?"
She gave him neat heap of mail
and he ran over it quickly.
mo telephone messages. mean?"
II haven't taken any. Miss Gray
has been using your desk. ="
"Ah!" The secretary looked up
quickly. The monosyllable had a
decided sound of annoyance. AL.
ready he was out of the door.
sprinting down the length of the
office. She saw him bending over
Vera Gray's desk. in dumb show
saw the colloquy. The blond
waved head above the blue frock
was shaken in a negative gesture.
The neat secretary was inter-
ested. =
She didn't like Miss Gray. That
girl was a caution; she seemed so
sweet. but you had feeling she
was ore OF the SLY ones.
"She likes him a little bit too
we'll. If you ask me-" murmured the
secretary who hadn't been asked
but who saw everything that went
on in the place. Well. IL wasn't
any OF her business. But wasn'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.
Those space buyers were the timit..
I'D better keep my foot out OF
IT," the secretary said to herself.
. She wasaa philosophical soul. EShe
went out to lunch without mention
ing that telegram to anyone. '.i
/ " ITO Be Continued