The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-20
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gypsy MoRELL and TOM
WEAVER are married the same
day as LILA HOTALING and
DEREk BLISS. Lila expects TO
live in luxury. while Gypsy in
tends to go on with her Job.
teaching In n settlement school.
After refurnin E from her
honeymoon In Europe Lila invites
the Weavers TO dinner. Among
the guests is wealthy MARkO
BROUGHT0N. who once asked
Gypsy TO marry him. He showers
Acr with attentions which she
accepts because she il jealous
OF Toms tercst in 1ilbDA
BLANCHARD. After the party
Tom and Gypsy quarrel. but peace
is later restored.
Shopping for Christmas, Gypsy
meets BrOughtOn who offers her
a job cataloSuinE his library and
gives her m advance payment OF
$50. Gypsy decides not TO tell
money 70 buy his Christmas gift,
a watch. On the Saturday follow
, ing Christmas Tom fails to come
home TO dinner. At 10 he appears.
He has been playing poker and
drinking.
NOW GO on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER Nv
THE family was coming to Sun
day tea. That had to be lived
through. Not for worlds, vowed
Gypsy passionately to herself,
would she let them see what had
happened to her marriage.
She dragged herself from bed at
o'clock. She hadn't slept for
hours, anyway. There was no use
trying to. She dressed, glancing
drearily at herself in the mirror.
Why, she had aged overnight, she
told herself. Tom still slept, heav.
lily but guiltlessly, on the daybed.
He had the quilt which Gypsy had
coldly given him. He looked some,
how forlorn and defenseless in his
sleep. Young, troubled, pale.
But she would not forgive him
no, not she! He had betrayed an
unwritten pact the day before.
Languid, heavy-eyed, she went
about the business Of preparing
breakfast. She had to eat some
thing, she reminded herself. Even
if Tom didn't love her any more,
even if it didn't matter to anyone
whether she lived or died (s.Ie was
ignoring large, family OF Morells
for the momen) she had to have
her breakfast.
Surprisingly enough, she brought
an appetite to it and sat, perched
on the white painted kitchen stool,
slipping her hot coffee.
What a fool she had been to
think. flying home the night before,
that she would tell Tom she was
working for Mako - that his
money had bought the platinum
watch, Now she would keep that
affair to herself. She needed, she
told herself coldly, every penny she
could earn. If Tom were going to
behave in this unforeseen. this out
rageous fashion, surely she had a
right to earn money in any honor
able way which presented itself.
After a time he wandered out
looking big.eyed and sleep-sodder
and sheepish.
Good morning."
Gypsy's reply was glacially 20
lite. will you have some coffee?
She glanced out OF the window
with studied Indifference. Your
orange juice is in the icebox."
mo, thanks" He didn't say his
head ached but he looked it. And
presently she could hear the
shower and through it Toms Wig
orous slapping, all part of the
morning ritual. once dear and
amusing, now only reminding her
that they had known happier times
DUT she had a busy morning be-
- fore her. She had no time. real
ly, to sit about and moan. There
were thousand things to do al
ways on Sunday-gloves to be
washed and mended, stockings dit
to, the laundry to be sorted and
put away. Besides this there were