The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-02

She flushed. Daddy was smart. You seldom fooled him about anything. Had he noticed the last time he had been to see them the coo1ness between her and Tom?
 "Of course, I'm all right. Haven't 1 got everything in the world?'
 II guess so.'
 Just don't you worry about anything but getting strong. !" Gypsy advised, batting his hand. Daddy" she paused, not know ing quite how to go on. Tom and I have a little money saved" she said awkwardly. "He told me he wanted me to tell you it was yours if you need 1t now"
 Why. that's - that's awfully good ." The man in the bed blinked twice and swallowed hard. Thanks, dear. I'll remember that. I think we can get by. It's mighty lucky I kept up that dis ability insurance. It's paying me $50 a week right now and guess we can keep our heads above water0 Keep your money, child. Youll need 1t. Guess you'll be wanting house of your own one of these days. Tell Tom I appre- ciate his kind thought"
 She twitched the coverlet straight and turned to go but he detained her.
 > "You get Q lot of time to think, lying here as 1 do." he said slow ly. Can't tell you how glad I am that you're settled, taken care of. I don't have to worry about you. Toms q good hoy; he'll go far if he's handled right"
 You married young, didn't you, Daddy?'
 "Yes, I did. We had a struggle at frst-always have had, as a matter of fact. I never was go- gettcr." His smile was wry. But your mothers been fine. She never asked for more than I could give. Not many women like her. And she was used to lots, too."
 Marriage isis funny" Gypsy offered vaguely in the pause. It's never quite what you think it's going to be-
 "Of course not. Of course not. It begins with a party, everybody singing and throwing flowers. Pretty soon the boy and girl have to worry about beefsteak and rent money. Not the same thing at all. But if they're the right sort they'll come through"
 Gypsy patted his hand. Daddy was good. He knew what life was all about. Maybe she was taking the whole thing too seriously.
 As she dressed the baby for the homeward trip she thought of her fathers words and her heart, frightened insensibly. Be- sides, the weeks she had just lived through had given her a new sense of values. The lowering wings of the Black Angel had come close to her. You forget petty things - unimportant things in that dread shadow.
 She and Tom would make a | fresh start when she went back to the apartment. She would try to be different; she wouldn't let every i thing bother her.
 Clytie helped her down to the taxi. From the window above she could see her mother waving. Her mother, thin. valiant, frail.
 Take care of her." Gypsy told the old coloied woman. "Take care of them both"
 Clytic said yes, she would Thcy'5d be all right. she told Gypsy. Mist Morell. he was a fine man praise God they hadn't lost him.
 It was a warm, languorous day in May. Shrubs were bursting into bloom all along the wide pleasant streets. The black hedges showed a tracing of green wherever you looked. Gypsy felt in singing in her heart. Maybe il was spring. maybe it was going back to her own man and her own hearth that gave her a sense of fresh beginnings.
 I'm going to be different" she promised. I'm going to make my marriage go. if it's the only thing I ever do in this world"
 Back in the embattled city across the river. toward whose towers and minarets the train now hurled itself blond gir sat in shining office and stared out over the. roofs.
 I'm mad about him." she nut tered to herself as she gimpsed Tom Weavcr's profile through the glass partition I'm mad about him and I'm going to do some. thing about it."
 (To Be Continued)
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