The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-23
SYNOPSIS

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 GYPSY MORELL and TOM WEAVER are married on the same day as LILA HOTALING and DEREK BLISS, but Lila's
 wedding Is . society event while Gypey's is very simple.
 While Lila lives fin luxury, Gypsy has to struggle to keep expenses within Toms income. She keeps her job teaching until she learns she is to have a baby. After DAVID's birth she is ex- tremcly busy, caring for him and for her home.
 Tom Is frequently away in the evening and Gypsy suspects he is interested in VERA GRAY, who works in the same office.
 Lila confcsses to Gypsy that she intends to divorce Dcrek and marry MARKO ERADICATION, richer and older. Lila persuades Gypsy to call MarkO and give him n message. Tom overhears and misunderstands. He and Gypsy quarrel but are recOnclled.
 CHAPTER XXIX
 It would be fun, Gypsy said to herself on the Tuesday follow ing their reconciliation, to go down and surprise Tom at lunch time. Somehow she never seemed to have time or spirit for these small honeymoon gayeties any more. She dressed in her best the new gray suit the postage stamp hat perched on her shin ing crop of curls. The spring wind blew chaff and papers in the streets. The srin sent slanting bright shafts of sunlight into the gray canyons. It was perfect day for an adventure.
 She went up in the bronze ele- vator, smiling secretly at her own daring. The girl at the in- formation desk was new and did not recognize her. She didn't give her name. Was Mir Weaver in? The girl, who had the head and shoulders of wax manne- quin, spoke softly into tele- phone and informed her that Mir Weaver was just on his way out to lunch. What name?
 "Pll wait here" Gypsy sat in the deep divan which swallowed up her smallness. In the dim light her gray costume was SCdECCly HOllCCdDlc dBdIIlSl lIt taupe background. Presently she started to her feet. But as he emerged from the corridor she saw he was not alone. A tall, gilt haired girl was with him. He had her arm and was speaking to her earnestly. They seemed utterly absorbed. They did not see her as they stood waiting for the down elevator.
 Gypsy's heart felt as though an icy hand were squeezing it. She sat perfectly still as the elevator door changed open and shut and Toms laugh rang out as the car shot downward. The information clerk glanced up curiously as she rose to go.
 "Why,. MT Weaver left just now. Didn't you see him?''
 ''No - I - l." she floundered, 'I'll be back later"
 Anything can do?" The wax manncquin was helpful.
 Gypsy's eyes wandered past her. Anything she could do? No, there was nothing anyone could do for her to-day. She had trusted him. so completely, so utterly and yet she must believe the evil dence of her eyes. How absorbed he dad been! She had been right --she had been right all the time!
 She walked aimlessly down Broadway. Past Trinity church. yard with doves wheeling in the sunshine, past block after block of stone facades and plate glass and table d'hote restaurants and haberdashers.
 A hooded subway entrance at Park Place reminded her that she must be home before it was time for Elsa ito leave. She ran down the stairs and clicked past the turnstile, paying her fare. There was the baby to be thought of. If all else failed, if her world crumblcd to dust around her there was always David, small and pink and trusting and fond.
 She never knew, later. how she got through the dreadful day. Her throat would be dry, her heart would beat thickly and painfully when she thought of her husbands homecoming. What would she say to him? How begin?
 Elsa put on her gray coat and big, soft, shapeless hat and went away. Gypsy bundled the baby up and carried him down to the perambulator garage in the base ment of the building and trundled him out into the sunshiny street. The day had turned warmer. All along the pavements balls were tossed and small girls jumped rope. In a dark, narrow, stone paved schoolyard some boys