The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-08

| You're so serious you seem to have so much responsibility. It's not right"
 Tom laughed openly at this. you mean I've grown up? Well, should hope I had. It was about time."
 She shook her head. "No, that's not it. I-that girl isn't the one for you, dear, It was you and I were meant for each other. :"
 What appalling creatures women were! Once they got a notion into 1 their heads, there was no dislodg- :, ing it.
 You and l go separate ways now, Vera" he told her soberly. we can be friends of course. :"
 She interrupted him. "Ah, but that's exactly it! We can't. We are not any more. That's what hurts"
 The whole thing was absurd and Tom was suddenly weary of 1t. He put out his hand.
 well talk about this some other | time," he said. Its all pretty fool ish. You're tired and overstrained. don't know how this all started"
 She sat up, eyes flashing, bosom heaving. Well, do, Tom Weaver. | There's no use your hedging. There's something too big here for us to ignore. It's sweeping both of us into-into-" she groped for word.
 Tom groaned inwardly. This was what his drifting had brought him n htc I,,y, ferences. He had found her attrac- tive; he had enjoyed her compan- ionship. Now what? Gently he said, T love Gypsy. There's no getting away from that"
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 There isn't any but in my feel ing for my wife," Tom told her, feeling like prig and not enjoy ing it. you. darling, and you know it."
 "Oh, rats!" Tom grinned but she was not to be turned aside thus.
 "She doesn't" Vera insisted stubbornly. She's domestic and maternal and all that, and that's fine-I don't say it isn't. But not for you. Not for you, Tom Weav- CT! This humdrum life is killing you. It's treadmill. You used to like adventure. :"
 "I still do."
 Well, what about it? You're tied to petty round. You can't go anywhere, do anything" Her voice rose almost to hysteria. And 1t isn't as if she cared anything | n ] all over town with that engineer chap?"
 He reddened Leave Gypsy out of this, please."
 "I won't do it. Her voice soft into it. "Tommy, you know it. There's no use going into it; you're the only man 1 ever cared a single scrap about. Let's cut and run-go to the far east, China. or some place. Let's have adventures, live life while we have it!"
 Was ever man Tn so deadly a situation. wondered Tom dimly Seductively lovely was this woman who held out her arms to him.
 My dear. I tell you we'll both the morning. Midsummer mad decide we dreamed this scene in ness. .''
 Somehow he got out into the hall. He ran down the three deep flights of stairs. The ridiculous side of the whole thing flashed upon him and he grinned ruefully to himself as he drew his first deep breath. Would anyone ever believe him if. conceivably, the incident were described. He rather thought not. What would be the perfect knight do if confronted with Vera in stormy mood? He didn't know but he felt he had behaved rather badly throughout it all.
 He hurried along, taking prodi- Igious strides. He would hay etc make some sort of excuse to Gypsy Better not let her know anything about the mater.
 But when he let himself quietly into the apartment it was not Gyp- sy who came to greet him, but 6 drowsy and bcdraggled Elsa.
 "Ya, I think you never come, she said dullv. getting into hel black jacket. Mrs Weaver. she sa she come home early. I keep youl supper hot till after 10 o'clock. ;
 Tom listened to her with have his mind. The other half of it wal busy with his own annoyed reac tions to Gypsy's absence. How dar ed Vera speak of her in connection 7. with Hunt. And vet--and yet 1 was after midnight. She had no returned.
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