The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-04

Z|L . ,.-q. C..'.'N' iANN
E,~rl living across the
tt ."D. i. lid. Why, from the
e. - ~ wa. that high. Mrs
&< w. ~. ,rgsured the space half
NJ .., ~. UMBRELLA she carried
|< w. had been in and out
U.E bou,s as if it were her
uer. OF smiling and sigh
'r 49, 20 The neighbors.
< n'~ .w everyone. had a word
vi IT,. EreSSmaker who
',.. hey mothers beige
nat rR.. children from the
Z" s..oa. N Upper Dean
x r--rrf she had taught last
m her mothers old friends.
- conn, ones clustered
Sre and the Blake twins,
-. and TIP and Jack Ferris
~ me others. 1t was fun.
-, was enjoying her own we'd
m right. darIins.' Tom
~, .rnv ought to go now.
"a -? go rream would be melting
fishes M q. her mothers
Now odd hat she should
"a Of home in those terms al
.&iA W. - -, ,t.qs a wife and
"a. md have an establishment
~ OWN very soon. her own
~ and -anIcs and books and
7, was a thrilling thought.
e. ran through aislcS of
(. t peor,e 90 the taxi which
- waiting One of the station
"a. The driver was a ruddy-
- men who had known Gypsy
- no had driven her to dane
- school at me age Of 10.
aWisr v3u luck. the man muir
- Ehametacedjy, slamming
n doc. after them. Tip and
- threw rice. The last Gypsy
W. u them al, was a sea of
|EiEng faces. Then she was alone
s.h Tom. 1890,
l., hand abou. SO. and. put a
H. mo The upturDed palm. Dear
,,,,- seriorS he was about
"A this, Gypsy's face was bright
'Fi.h smiles. heg eyes fairly dane
"War: (. all beautiful Didn't
CD rsn?" she evulted, settling
SerssIf into the curve of his arm.
n suppose il would have been bet
h. as YOU suggested, to slip
auay and be married quietly. -.
Sus. ourselves. But this was fun.
Rasn'. il? The church. and
an the old friends, and every
thing"
Tom stopped all this chatter in
the mos. sensible possible way,
with 4 kiss. L was ike Gypsy to
rattle on this exc;yable fashion.
Privately. he thought that while
the ceremony itself had been
beautiful. it was
dreadful 20 have all those hordes
Of people gaping and signing over
one. Now they would have an
hour. maybe TWO hours. of
1ardShaking and embracing, be-
lore he and MS wife chow strange
he word SOunded) could slip away
,lietly together.
The porch of the gabled brown
OlSe had been made brave with
lowers hydrangeas in u b S,
ONE red roses. But nothing.
,yDSy thought, with a quick sigh
nd frown for the intrusion of
his thought on the perfection of
he afternoon, nothing could hide
he shabbiness of the old basket
airs, nor disguise the fact that
amt was peeling from pillar and
cling. Father had wanted to
ave the house painted for the
ediing-darling Father! But of
curse. ne hadn't been able to
'a7ago it. 1t was just one of
hose daydreams in which the
aOpr.go-lucEy Morells occasion
LIZ iDdulged themselves. SOME
Az WE'LL HAVE THE HOUSE
AINTED was the name Of that
dream.
As il il mattered. cried Gypsy
herself. rushing mp the steps
5 It anything mattered on this
az Of days, her wedding day!
CIy'le the cOlOred woman who
ad cooked and scrubbed and
ltsed the Morells for some 20
cd years, ever since Gypsy's adj
'aaOie and turbulent babyhood,
Ppeared in the doorway. Clytie
al new pale green uniform,
" ner apron straps were crook
q and nor cap awry. as usual.
'ot even Gypsy's wedding day
o1Id make Clytie completely
.aE. She rolled her eyes at them
ON IN welcome as she swung
ne screen door wide.
bes' wishes. Mis- Gypsy" she
'.ed soDorously. "Congratula-
.oGS, Mis- Weaver"
IN three minutes the old house
aS ouzzIng with noise and excite
.en,. Gypsy, her veil tossed back.
, ;,oa to cut the huge cake, of
.l"e baking, at a dining room
an. aIye neavy With embroidery and
\ moved lace. Mrs. Morell. a
, asg4s., melancholy lady in her
,al'E 3J'S, with the resigned en-
,,ssS.on Of the chronic invalid,
'a.sned her only daughter anxi-
n T''y Gypsy was $50 flighty,"
4" me relatives said. Maybe
,oI age would settle her." al
,Y1sn In 1882 marriage wasn't
- zoo likely to achieve such re-
~ And she was young to
ETY. Mr. Mn,.nll herself