The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-06
Synopsis

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 GYPSY MORETL and TOM WEAVER are married the same day as LILA HOTALING and
 UEREK BLISS. IdIa expects tO live in luxury, while Gypsy ln- tends Co go on with her iOb,
 teaching i'm q settlement school.
 After returning from her honeymoon tn Europe Lila inc yftes the Wcayers to dinner. Among the guests Is wealthy MARkO BROUGHTON, who once asked Gypsy fO marry him. He showers her with attentions which she accepts because she Is jealous of Toms interest in HILL DA BLANCHARD. After the party Tom and Gypsy quarrel, but peace Is later restored.
 Shopping for Christmas, Gypsy meets Broughton who offers her Q job catalOguing his library and gives her an advance payment of $50. She uses the money to buy Toms Christmas present, a watch
 Tom and Gypsy spend Christi mas at MOrelI home. Through out the gaiety Gypsy is troubled by the fact that Tom does not know about her work for BrOughton and that if he knew he would be sure to disapprovc.
 CHAPTER XIV
 Mrs Weaver was expected, MT Broughton's man-servant said, quietly. There was something about his matter of factness that calmed Gypsy's nerves. Of course it was all right! Why shouldn't she work for Marko? He knew she had dabbled in library work before she had gone into the Settlement.
 What she hap expected, exactly, in the way of a reception, she could not say. Only this quiet, high ceiled room, with it's dark Bokhara rugs, its wood paneling, it's shelf on shelf of volumes, was distinctly reassur- ing. She gave the man her hat and coat and gloves. She an her hand over her unruly curls. Gypsy look Dd rather like little girl to-day In her dark green jersey frock with Its demure white collar. Then she forgot herself, her surroundings, her nervousness, in the serious business of her task.
 It was fascinating-Marko's books themselves were that! She lost herself in the absorbing work. She climbed the ladder a dozen times. She sat at the typewriter the man had disclosed, cleverly hidden in one corner of the mammoth walnut desk. She listed and rubbed eut and listed again.
 And the light waned, the lamps were snapped on by an unseen hand, and still Gyspy worked, un- noticing.
 She was aroused by footfall on the deep rugs. Looking up, startled at the interruption, she saw Marko.
 "My dear child!" His gentle tone betokened surprise, and Gypsy dushed.
 "I quite forgot the time," Gypsy etammere her eyes on the crystal clock face nearby. It was half past 11ve! And she had meant to leave at i've at the very latest. She had said something casual to Tom about shopping. She she had meant to be home early enough to get dinner. Dinah was "o' tonight. Now she vould be too late.
 "Ah, you mustn't run away like this," Marko protested, mildly. t.Bates will shake us up q cocktail U. or you may have tear. if you'd
 Gyspy's one thought was to rush hway, to get back to the apartment. ys4 she didn't want to offend Mar ko. She said something vague about a dinner engagement.
 "Oh. quite, quite," drawled Mar ko. Another time, perhaps"
 He wasn't in the least the satyr type. Gypsy reflected, pulling on her little hat. He was just kind, friendly, generous. She would have Co have an understanding with him about the $50 though. They would have to come to some entirely busi- nesslike arrangement.
 But when she spoke of this, Mar ko waved it aside. Nonsense" he boomed. "That was merely g. re- tainer. If you do the work as well as I know you will, that amount will only be drop in the bucket" He saw her to the door, pressing her hand gently. She was a treat Co any ones eyes, he told her full eomely. She quite frightened up his lonely home. But then everybody knew Marko's gallantries. They were jsut the casual coin of every day. He was like that to everyone!
 Gypsy rode down in the elevator with the sense of being released. She must rush home to Tom now, 1nventing an excuse for her late eeturn.
 She took a trolley bound south ward and 1t seemed fairly to crawl, stopping at every corner, starting again with painful jerks. Gypsys s nervers were taut. At last she alighted at her own corner and turned east. A sharp wind was blowing up from the river and she shivered, buffeting it with her slim figure. She tried vainly to deter mine whether or not her own apartment windows were lighted but in the darkness she could not be sure. She was conscious now of an intense fatigue, sharpened by her growing sense of nervousness.
 Reluctantly she inserted her key 1n the lock. Was Tom home? And
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