The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-08

books at the BroughtOn library. She would go to him. Marko would have her final check waiting. She would end the association once and for all.
 But on Saturday she woke with a bad cold. She was feverish. Her throat was sore. Going out was simply not to be thought of, Tom said, and she agreed with him.
 She stayed in bed, sorry she felt too genuinely i'll to enjoy the un- wonted luxury Tom brought her hot tea, inexpertly- made, toast, and the morning paper and left with fond anxiety. Gypsy dozed and wakened through the long morn- ing. Stupid of her to be i'll on this particular day! What had she meant to do-oh, yes, she had Mar kos books to finish off. She remem- bered, but it was like part of a bad dream, all of a piece with a bad taste in her mouth and her dull, persistent headache. At 12 o'clock she got uncertainty out of bed, the rosy woo. robe wrapped around her, and staggered to the telephone. She called Marko's office number and sat, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table, waiting.
 After a long wait the operator put her through to Marko's private wire. She explained. Marko, prop erly solicitous, answered. He was sorry she wasn't feeling well.
 She turned away from the tele- phone, relieved at having the mat ter for the moment settled. What, then, was her surprise to see Tom in the doorway, watching her. He had the cool, withdrawn expression she dreaded. Tom had heard her!
 TT was just :" She began haltingly to explain but he stopped her.
 "Yes, heard you" His face was stony. Gypsy looked at hom mis- erably. Her palms were wet, her throat dry. What was there to say? If Tom believed the worst, it was perhaps what she deserved. She was too i'll, too miserable to care really what happened to her.
 She stumbled past him without another word and collapsed into bed. Tom followed her, putting one of his cool firm hands on her fore head.
 Temperature" he announced coldly. "I'm going to call the doc tor"
 Gypsy kept her eyes closed. She did not protest. Tom, she reminded herself, didn't love her any more wouldn't, at leasr, when he'd dis covered all her. foplish deceptions. Huddled under the blankets, aching and wretched, she heard the doctor arrive; heard his hearty voice booming in the living room and Toms polite replies. This was a new doctor--a man who had an office in the first floor of the apart ment building. Gypsy shrank from him. He wouldn't be in the least like old Doctor Zimmerman who was just like one of the family. This man was tall and dark and sure of himself. He put profess sional finger on the patients pulse, letting his shrewd eyes roam around the little room.
 "Been feeling run doyn?" She nodded. He asked another question and another. Gypsy's heart quickened it's beat. What waS the man trying to tell her? He was saying something coolly and as- suredly, scribbling on a prescrip- ] tion blank the while.
 "Yes, my dear young lady, you're | going to have baby. Touch of flu you've got right now. That hus- band of yours will have to see you take good care of yourself. Keep warm lots of fluids medi- cine every three hours
 Her first impulse was to laugh historically. The man must be mad! Then she considered. Shed been feeling decidedly queer lately. Cigaret smoke bothered her, and the smell of food cooking other things. Only she'd been so rushed, so anxious about many things, she hadn't really stopped to think.
 Well, 1t seems you're to be con graduated. What a fatuous smile the man had, thought Gypsy, dis liking him. He thought Tom was going to be glad of the news, and how wrong he was, because Tom to have a baby just when your marriage was shivering to pieces, as hers was.
 She began to cry.
 "She's a little nervous, perfectly natural" the doctor boomed, smil- ling into Toms nstonIshed face. She's to keep perfectly quiet for n few days lots of citrus fruits |. ." Ho strods out. Tom fin his wake.
 He came back exoltediy mo. ment later. The hall door slammed.
 "Is he right2 Is it truo?" Tom sat on the edge of the bed. She could smell his twesdy coat and the aroma of shaving soap and she kept right on crying, because she didn't know how 10 aiop'
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