The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-13
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SYNOPSIS


 GYPSY MORELL and TOM
 WEAVER are married the same
 day as LILA HOTALdNG and
 DEREK BLISS. LAla expects to
 live in luxury, while Gypsy in.
 tends to go on with her job,
 teaching in q settlement.
 After returning from q honey
 moon fin Europe LdIa asks the
 Weavers to dinner. Among the
 guests is wealthy MARKO
 BROUGHTON, who once asked
 GypSy to marry him. He showers
 Gypsy with attention and Tom is
 Jealous.
 Br0ughton offers her a job on
 Saturdays, cataloguing his lib
 rary and Gypsy accepts without
 telling Tom. Just as she finishes
 the work she is taken i'll and the
 doctor tells her she is going to
 have a baby. Tom insists she
 must give up her job at the set-
 clement. Gypsy is happy keeping
 house until Lila comes back from
 a winter in Florida and asks -her
 to luncheon. Gypsy realizes her
 clothes are shabby in comparison
 with Lila's.
 Summer in the New York
 apartment is hard on Gypsy.
 Then a friend who lives on Long
 Island loans the Weavers his
 home.
 CHAPTER xxx
 They had ben established in the little blue-roofed house for two weeks now and life had taken on different hue. Was it possible, Gyp- sy thought, awakening in her nar- row green bed, looking out at the interlocking branches of apple trees just beyond her window, was 1t possible that 14 days ago she had been possessed by very mad ness of despair and sickness? The air of this place renewed her. She sang about her work now. Every thing was fun-marketing in the little car, boiling fat Holsters until they were scarlet, steaming clans for Toms dinner, stringing beans in the deep-cushioned swing in the garden.
 Mrs McKinnon's small house seemed a very paradise to her after the cramping walls of the fiat. The brass kettles twinkled, the water sang little tune of it's OW H do lC 5plciollCu lllO tIt pan, beds were made to the ac- thrushes. Roses bloomed in the orange made a screen for the different?
 Yes, it was a new Gypsy who moved about the bare, neat little Cnr,o nf n, nir,,s it was cool enough to have a fire lighted on the hearth and neigh bors dropped in, friendly people wanted to share their 1argcsse of flowers and advice with the new corners.
 Gypsy filled the vases with flowers. She dusted and sewed and read, all with full and happy heart. Life was glorious and 
 One afternoon she was sitting in the garden swing, smelling peas into wooden bowl, happily plan ming a dinner of chops and salad and custard, when she heard the purr of an expensive motor in the drive. She looked up hastily to see an expensively shod and stock inged foot emerge from the ton- neau, and threw her apron over the peas, hating herself for the snobbish impulse that prompted the gesture but unable to prevent herself from doing it.
 Presently the clack of high heels sounded on the fagstone walk and Gypsy rose to greet her &pi iuffnt. EJa,- aUnd fUidanp6
 "Lila, my dear! However did you find me?"
 Her caller was exquisite in and perfectly made frock of dull crepe with a little jacket, white hat atilt on her shin ing golden waves.
 q rang up your apartment and the operator told me" Lila was about her with apprais- ing eyes, taking it all in, the pleasant, rather shabby garden. with no pretension about it. Just a tangle of old fashioned flowers and oyergrown shrubs.
 Gypsy cleared a space for her on the swing, pushing books, vegetables and bowl aside. "But now nice to see you she said. "I've been wondering where you were and what you were doing"
 Lila was thin, petulant, rest less. Her eyes roved, her con- versation was gay and morbid by turns. Things were dull, she said. Everybody had gone abroad There was absolutely nothing to do. Through her discourse wove the thread of discontent, although the happenings she sketched sounded, to Gypsy's simple soul, dazzling enough. The garden