The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-02-14

, she hadn't the time and Elsa was a
most Indifferent chef. Besides Tom
didn't care. He used to be bored,
she thought now, with all those
fancy messes she had prepared for
him. That was little bride stuff!
Well, she had got bravely over that
phase.
1T was thrilling-it was exhilarat-
ing to be received back into the
old circle as an equal. At first peo-
pie had openly patronized her.
"How's the baby?" they had asked
negligently. 'How's motherhood?
But they had got past that now.
She was one of them. She had even
joined a class in sculpture, one that
met Tuesday afternoons, and it was,
she said, inspiring"
1t was queer but the prospect of
spending the summer in the apart
ment didn't daunt her now. Last
year she had been unable to bear
the very notion. But that had been
because Of her condition. She felt
strong now and it was fun to be
within reach of things. Why, If
she moved to the suburbs she would
miss out on all the invitations she
now accepted so eagerly. No one
would remember her if she buried
herself in some little house on a
side road.
When Tom said something about
trying to find a place on the Island
she smiled and shook her head.
Don't bother, darling. Well be all
right. I don't mind the city any
more. Besides, everyone says we're
going to have cool summer"
The puzzled look came into his
eyes again and he said no more.
More often than not Gypsy en-
countered Hunt Gibson at these
festivities. Hunt was very much
the young-man-about-town at the
moment and he had met these peo-
pie through Sue Caravan. The
more Gypsy saw Of him the better
she liked him. He was always so
amusing. He had grand sense OF
humor. You saw him on the ave
nue. these days, broad shoulders
set off to advantage by his well
fitting British clothes. He swung
a stick. Girls riding On the tops
of buses craned their necks to see
him. oh" they said. Isn't he like
Gary COOPER"
He would offer Gypsy lift up
town as they left the Eighth street
studio-Ronny's or Elspeth Harris
place on Barrow street.
Coming my way?" he would say,
smiling.
Gypsy would wayer. II was 60
ing to stop at the French pastry
shop on Sixth and get some brioche
for breakfast"
well, come along. The taxi can
wait, can't it?"
TT was fun; it was all fun. To
Il play at being a girl again, to
pretend for little while there were
no responsibilities, no worries. or
course you always went home to
the baby and Tom with thank.
full feeling. 1t was wonderful, back
Of all this playing and laughing
and chatting, to feel that your life
was secure, settled. Just the same,
the dash Of freedom made Gypsy
rounder. roster. prettier than she
had been in years.
She looked about her at the peo-
pie she knew. the completely I'M
fettered ones, and found that she
did not envy them. Elspeth was
thin. haggard. nervous, at %; in
love with a married man from
Park avenue Ronny had been mar.
ried and divorced and so had Villa
Burns and one or two Of the other
girls. None of them had children.
She would rush into the apartment
after an afternoon punctuated by
frenzied chatter. scented with Gig.
aret smoke and the dregs of cock
tail shaker. She. would bury her
face in the pink warmth and sweet