The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-07

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 and brave. Her love went out to him like tide.
 So it was that the Morells, trooping in at half past four, found the vision of a united pair. Gypsy, her brown euFls shining, in 8 bright frock. and Tom with his arm around her.
 
 So the storm blew over for the moment and the little domestic bark was steereG into safe waters. But 1t was hard. making up for Toms losses. They felt the pinch of it all through January, and, though Gypsy saif nothing. Tom felt 1t none the less and said to himself grimly that he had learned his lesson.
 Gypsy's Saturdays at Marks continued. All her fears had yan- ished now. After that first Satur- day she saw him only once or twice. Her conscience no longer troubled her. She was getting through the work splendidly. The richness and the comfort of the big room received her agreeably when. ever she came, Bates had taken to serving her tea. Gypsy would look up to see the silver tray with its delicate china and linen before her.
 "Mr Broughton said you were to have 1t, Madam"
 She no longer felt strange in the big library. It seemed @ sort of second home to her and the per- sonality of the powerful man who owned-it emanated almost tangbily from its walls. Marko came to stand, in her mind, for something fine and generous and noble. Peo- pie who talked about him, she told herself, were merely jealous. There were always those who maligned a truly great man. It had been in- sinuated that Marko's way with women was not always as honor- able as might be. She didn't be- lieve it! Look how he had treated her! Why, she might have been his own sister ...
 On the fourth Saturday she had planned to leave rather early. As usual, she had told Tom a white lie about meeting someone for shopping. But the difficulty of making Saturday q permanent en- gagement was growing Surely some time soon he would begin to suspect. This evening they were asked to dine with some office ac- quaintances of Toms, a semi- Bo- hemian couple who lived in the purlieus of Greenwich Village, and Gypsy had hoped to reach home by o'clock.
 Don't bother to make tea for me to-day, Bates." she had said. when she arrived. I'm leaving earlier than usual"
 The cataloguing was more than halfway finished. Would she be glad or sorry when it was over :? These afternoonr had been pleasant enough. They had even (she had to admit it) the spice of danger which 1 makes any adventure seem attrac- tive. For just a little while she could play, if she liked, at the role of being mistress of this beautiful place. It was innocent enough--it harmed no one.
 At last she put away pencils and pads, covered the typewriter and resigned 1t to its cave of dark ness. She was just about to ring for Bates, to secure once more the custody of her hat and coat, when she heard Q familiar voice in the | drawing room.
 Don't trouble, Bates" she heard Lila say. 'I'Il wait right here. MT Broughton will be home directly. He said so."
 Gypsys hands flew to her throat. Lila of all people! Oh, she didn't want to be found here. It wouldn't matter what she said or how she tried to explain, Lila simply would not understand. Her eyebrows would go up, she would look quiz zical and sophisticated and amused. No, she couldn't--wOuldn't bear it! Wildly she looked about for a method of escape. But penthouse 20 stories up offers few of these. She could, of course, ask Bates to smuggle her out the service en- trance but that would put a strange face on the whole affair, lend 1t an indecorum it wa far from owning. She could walt in her, trusting that MarkO would soon yet rid Of his caller. On the other hand, at any moment Lila might saunter in. In search of cigaretH--or a book. What on earth was she to dOY
 The high studio windows were curtained in dark red deInask. fold on thick fold. Gypsy dallied for an instant with the taaa Of hiding her slim self behind one of those. but the whole thing aeemed tee mel0- dramatic for words. ft was too much like tho second act ln . so. olety comedy.
 Beyond the Iron gates which sep- aFatsd the drawing room from the library she could hear Lila moving about. hummink softly.
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