The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-06

up to Tarrytown to see him. Get out of it."
 But when Gypsy called back to tell Lila all this the latter was gaily adamant. Nonsense, she would get another man. How about that nice, brOnzed engineer chap Gibson? She had met him at parties last winter and at Gypsy's tea. She'd give him ring. He could pick Gypsy up
 Gypsy bit her lip and kept silent. It was idiotic - the whole thing was. Tom made no comment when she told him of Lila's arrangement but she had an idea he didn't ex- actly like it. Oh, dear, it wasn't her fault! Sue would be angry, too, if she heard.
 She dressed for the party with mixed feelings. Hunts arrival made her feel shy as schoolgirl and self-conscious, too. He ad- mired her new frock, a soft, | adroitly curving affair of apricot satin. Tom had not even seen her in it. It set off her rounded small | figure and creamy shoulders to perfection.
 | She went back into the bedroom | for her wrap. David was seated in his high chair and Elsa was feed ing him his supper.
 Good night, darling. MT Weaver said he'd be home about 10, Elsa. | You'll remember Just what I said about his supper. He said he'd stop at Grand Central for a bite but I'm sure he won't have had time."
 "Ya, I fix it." Elsa held the blue mug to the baby's lips.
 Goodbye, angel" Gypsy clutched the little velvet jacket around her, dropped a. kiss on the back of | David's neck and went out. In the taxi she chattered gaily l about nothing at all. Later, she told herself, she would get around to Sue.
 No one, Lila told them lightly was in town. There were just a few people coming in. Yes, of course she remembered MT Gibson and it was sweet of him to come | so informally. Marko was there and two or three young men and their bird-like, beautifully capar- isonec young women. Peg. Van. Norrie. Lila always introduced her guests thus, casually.
 | The table was a long, gleaming black surface with little white islands upon it. Lace runners Glass birds. A foam of white flow CTS in a crystal bowl. Although the night was hot Lila's apartment seemed cool, high above the city.
 Hunt seemed to fit in with this crowd, Gypsy thought, eyeing him critically. His manner with Marko was exactly right, blend of defer ence and camaraderie. He didn't | call him "sir" as Tom had. Tom hadn't liked Marko and had been consequently brusQue with him Gypsy had a momentary twinge when she thought of Tom, toiline away with a tiresome old client tonight while she was enjoying herself in her fine feathers. | Kong had disappeared and in his place was an impassive elderly maid. The food was delicious and the glasses were filled over and over again. Champagne, Lila ex- plained lightly, which MarkO had sent. Although there had been nc open announcement of the state of affairs between her and MarkC l everyone seemed to understand And there was possessiveness in every line of Marko's portly. we'll fed body: in the rich, unctuous curve of his voice when he spoke to Lila. It all make Gypsy uncom- fortable. She told herself that this was what slte got for being a bit of a Sybarite; for liking Lila's parties so we'll she hated to refuse an invitation to one of them. But the atmosphere of the place rather got on her nerves. Lila was diff | erent. There was something brit | tie and artificial about her love- Illness now. She wasn't in the least like the girl Gypsy Lad known.
 They were still at table. The tail
 ivory caedles were guttering ir
 their silver sticks. The white flow. CTS were willing in their crystal ] bowl when the maid came in and