The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-13

of boredom and artif1ciality and was simply another girl, sympa- thetic, sincere and loving.
 Gypsy laughed aloud at the pie ture of herself, in her old ging- hams and dimities, among Lila's Southampton crowd. You're aw- fully kind," she said. Its sweet of you to say that, but I didn't want to leave Tom, anyhow"
 The heat of the afternoon deep ened around them. Birds sang in the bushes and a salt breeze blew off the Sound and still Lila stayed on.
 Gypsy asked about Derek and it seemed to her that his young wife answered hastily and almost cold ly, that she turned her eyes fleet ingly away.
 "He's all right. He's splendid" she added most unconvincingly. What was the matter with Derek these days, Lila asked herself with resentment. He was always tired, taciturn, reserved. You grew tired of playing up to a mans moods. She, herself, didn't believe in it. Men ought to real ize-her father always had-that the woman, the wife, was the i'm portant cog in domestic affairs. She was the one to be petted, amused, made happy. It was the mans business to make as much money as possible, to surround his wife with lovely things, give her the setting she deserved.
 She wasn't like Gypsy, to be contented with hearth and blue aprons and rickety little car. She had to have life, movement, color. What was it Marko had said to her the other night: "You're like some wild bird bird of paradise, flashing by" Marko said things like that, made you feel young, precious, infi- nitely desirable. She said abrupt ly, ''Marko's wonderful. isn't he, Gypsy? I wonder you ever had the courage to refuse him."
 Gypsy looked up, surprised.
 "Why, yes, I suppose he is. But marriage :" Her voice trailed away, her eyes were on the glossy foliage of the Claudius Pernet rose bush just under the living room window. Marriage with Marko Broughton! Out of the question, her rebellious heart said. Marriage meant Tom and shared simple meals and apricots in a green bowl.
 "Why, I couldn't have married Marko," Gypsy said wonderingly. What was Lila thinking of?
 Lila shrugged her shoulders. It was none of her business, after all.
 "Hilda Blanchard often asks about Tom,' she said carelessly after a moment. "She thought he was marvellous looking. Hildas bit of a devil," she added admir- ingly.
 Gypsy felt the color rise in her checks. She knew it was fool ish to care. It was horrid, too, to be so possessive, but she just couldn't help it. She hated that girl who had behaved so out rageously at Lila's dinner party.
 She's very attractive" was Gypsys contribution.
 But Lila had already forgotten Hilda in some recital of real or fancied grievance. Did Gypsy remember the Ransom Howes Well, they had been at Newport they didn't go to Maine any more-and Ellen Howe had rung her up to say they'd like to come down to luncheon. They had all | descended, bag and baggage, a week before, with four dogs. My dear, can you believe it? Four! And Noggins Chats my new | chow) was in a beast of a temper. was d wreck when they pulled out"
 Gypsy listened, agreed, nodded. She had a feeling that under Lila's chatter there was deep undercurrent of restlessness, q hidden meaning. Lila was talking at random. She didn't really care what the Howes did, nor how long they had stayed.
 It all seemed very pretty and shallow and Gin spite of the elec- trlctly and glamOur) rather sad Liln's life was one valiant pursuit of pleasure and apparently sh' seldom aehleved her aim, Gypss enjoyed the unwOnted sensation of feeling sorry for her friend Tho contrast between them wa great. one thin, brown, enRer with apricot tlnts in her ehoekl nnd lambent lights In her brOwT eyes; the other wlliowy. elegant Re0nled, all in puresi white, will r.HRH on her slim fingers and pnln On her lovely, resilesH, unhnppl mouth, And yet, Of tho two uypHy felt iho rlGher--iho nor content,
 At long last, Llla rose i0 So