The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-22

s4 till death do part :"
Isl The solemn words fell into the stained glass hush of
church on September afternoon Mrs Pettingil,
who had known Gypsy Morell since childhood shifted and
wiped her eyes quite openly. Mrs Petngl always cried
at weddings. There something she didn't know
. sad about them Even when the bride was young and
slim and lovely and plant as was Gypsy who lived up to
her from her of alive curling brown hair to
the soles of her dancing feet
1t was now. Gypsy and Tom Weaver, the bride
groom, tall and farhaed and grave were turning away
from the altar The little church filled to OVERLOOKING
Everybody craned necks to smile at the pair Gyps dress
No one would suspect she had herself from Paris
pattern 1t demure highnecked and fulskirted She
think of that Her veil was of tue fine and soft and bill
lowy but the that crowned was of old rare lace
giri who had married seagoing Morel in 1851 had
brought it with her to the little New Jersey town.
tng soemny, putting her handkerchief away and pre-
pairing to follow the newly married pair to the ves where
they would see their friends She had been invited to the
diate famyT would to the More house, big shah
rambling n er on o9 be Dean MRS
such Tom and Gypsy would slip LATER in the shining
little twoseated which was Gypsys wedding present
from her bridegroom Dear knows why. Mrs Pettngi
muttered to herself They going to live in New York
City the young Weavers It was expensive to keep car
there runousy What the good lady did not know and
she knew everything of interest that had happened
in Blue Hls) that Tom and Gypsy intended to leave
the car at Mothers using it only for week-ends
It was strange but everybody to say the
thing. congratulations You looked just lovely
never preter brde Gypsy Stood looking small and
childlike Tom Weavers side Her smile good to
She %, gay buoyant gallant Tom, some people said
ito each other lucky fellow Toms people shifted and
said Gypsy the lucky
Mrs Pettngl pumped the bridegrooms hand and
kissed Gypsy with the thoroughness she bestowed on every
IT hope you'll be as happy as Mr. Petngll and have
always been she sad sentimentay She beamed at them
from behind her strong glasses She was always one for
Something go It pity she and Henry had
children Gypsy almost like of her own, though,
living the street. she did Why from the time she
was that high Mrs Pettingi measured the space half
way the umbrella she e carried 10. Gypsy had been in
She went smiling and signing, noddng to the neigh
bors Gypsy saw everyone, had word for them all The
dressmaker who had made her mothers beige The
children from the school in Upper Dean Street
where she had taught last All her mothers old friends
Then the young clustered around Sue and the Blake
twins Margie Tip and Jack Ferris and all the others
It was fun. Gypsy was enjoying her own wedding:
"Al right, darling" Tom thought they ought to go
now The ice would be melting in the dishes at
her mothers house How odd that she should think of home
have establishment of her very her chairs
and tables and books and beds It will thrilling thought
They ran through asles of laughing people to the taxi
which stood waiting One Of the station taxs The driver
was rudy faced man who had known gypsy since he
had driven her to dancing school at the age OF TO-
"Wsh you luck" the murmured, shamefacedly,
sammng the door after them Tip and Jack threw rice
The last Gypsy saw them all of smiling faces
Darling daring! He turned her hand about, So and
he was about all this Gypsys face was bright with smiles
wasn't it all beautiful? Didn't it go wel?" she ex-
uted settling herself into the of his II suppose
it would have been better you suggested to slip away
and be married quietly just ourselves. But this
fun wasn't it? The church and all the old friends,
and everything?
Tom stopped all this chatter in the most sensible posi-
BILE way with kiss 1t like Gypsy to rattle in this
exctabe fashion Privately he thought that while the cere
rnony itself had been meoraby beautiful it dreadful
to have all those hords of people gaping and signing over
one. Now that they would have an hour maybe two
hours of handshaking and embracing, before he and
his wife chow strange the word soundedD could slip away
quietly together.
The porch of the gabled brown house had been made
brave with flowers hydrangeas in tubs, some red
roses But nothing Gypsy thought with quick sigh and
fown for the intrusion of this thought on the perfection Of
the afternoon nothing could hide the shabbness of the old
basket chairs disguise the fact that paint peeng
from pillar and ceiling. Father had wanted to have the
house painted for the notwithstanding Father But OF
course he hadn't been able to manage it, 1t just
of those daydreams in which the happygoucky Mores
occasionally INDUCED themselves. SOME DAY WE'LL
HAVE THE HOUSE PAINTED the name OF that par
ticular dream.
AS II it mattered cried Gypsy to herself rushing up the
steps IL anything mattered on this day OF days. her
wedding day! ,
Cyte the coored woman who had cooked and scrubbed
and ursed the Mores for 20odd years. ever since
ypsys adorable turbulent babyhood appeared In the
doorway. Clytie had pale green uniform but her
apron straps were crooked and her usual Not
even Gypsys wedding day could make Cytie completely
Kldv S6a voiInd hare both welcome