The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-02-10
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GYPSY mORELB md TOM
WEAVER nre married on the same
day as LILA HOTALING md
DEREE BLISS but Lila's wedding
In n society event while Gypsy's
II very simple.
while Lila lives In luxury
expenses within TOMS income.
She keeps her job teaching until
she learns she In TO have n baby.
After DaSid's birth she Is ex-
tremely busy, caring for him und
Tor her home.
evening and Gypsy suspects he
Il interested In VERA GRAY.
One day she sees them going 10
lunch together. She O. heart
broken and refuses 40 listen TO
his explanations.
Lila confcSSes TO Gypsy that
she intends TO divorce Derek and
marry NJ a RK o DROUGHTON.
richer and Older.
GypSy's father IL seriously in
jured i'm motor accident and she
and Tom rush TO the hOrell home.
Meanwhile Lila tells Derek she
wants divorce.
NOW GO on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXXIII
A FTER endless ages it was
IA morning in the shabby house
on Upper Dean street. The light
in the sick room had been extin-
guished. The starched night
nurse had rustled to the door and
conferred with the day nurse, a
small. competent Scot with red
dish hair. Gypsy, staggering with
fatigue, had caught the words,
question of hours :" and
again felt that wild, sick plung-
ing of the heart.
Harvey Morell, the center Of all
this concern, lay white, silent,
voiceless> on the big bed. The
covers were drawn taut. The rigid
neatness of hospital routine pre-
vailed, lending an air of terrible
strangeness TO the wide, shabby
room with the curtained bay win
the familiar cherry table with a
glass, a spoon and covered
carafe. There was clinical Their
mometer on the stripped dresser
beside the nurses watch and the
patients chart. Everything was
efficient, quiet, orderly. striking ter
ror to the heart of the slim girl
with the tumbled dark curls.
Mrs. Morrell had at last been
persuaded to lie down and rest, but
Gypsy still sat, one foot curled
under her. schoolgirl fashion, on
the window seat. The hsndker-
chief that she pressed to her eyes
now and then was sopping. She
had promised to be as quiet as
mouse and she had kept that
promise. But every now and again
her eyes would fill and she would
press that damp, folded handker-
chief to them mechanically.
About 10 o'clock the specialist
from the city came, gray, tall
man with piercing eyes. Gypsy
had waited in the hall with her
mother as he conferred with DR..
Bannerman. She knew now how a
prisoner must feel as he waits the
jury's verdict. 1t was terrible
this waiting. Her mother sat in
a low chair, twisting and untwist-
ing her handkerchief, never lift
ing stricken eyes.
When at last the door opened
Gypsy felt she could not endure
much more of this. The two men
emerged together, talking in low
tones. DR.. Martineau, the special
ist. bowed to the women vaguely
and went on talking TO his col
leagues. They were ignored, COM
pletely shut out.
II can't bear it," she whispered
family.
Her mother rose and faced DR..
Bannerman. What do you think
now, doctor?"
His pulse is weaker"
MRS. MORELL WINGED and
Ih Gypsy hated both these big
men with their calm faces and
their calm eyes. Why didn't they
do something?
What are =. The older
woman's voice faltered on the
words but she went on courage
ously, what are the chances