The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-14
SYNOPSIS

GYPSY MOREIaL and TOM
 WEAVER are married on the
 n1mc day as LILA HOTALING
 and DElsEk BLISS, but while
 IAla lives in luxury Gypsy has to
 struggle to keep expenses within
 Toms income.
 After Gypsy's son Is born her
 days become . dreary round of
 caring for him and for her home.
 She suspects Tom is interested
 in VERA GRAY who works in
 the same office.
 IAla divorces Derek. Vera finds
 excuses to see Tom often and one
 night, after tricking him into
 taking her home, suggests they
 run away together. Tom leaves
 hastily. .... .... .Derel1, learning Lila divorced
 him to marry MARKO BROUGH
 TON, richer and older, comes un-
 invited to a dinner party given
 by Lila. Gypsy is there and also HUNT GIBSON. Derek, who has
 been drinking, falls from a bal-
 oony to the street. Several days Eater he dies.
 Tom and Gypsy quarrel and Hom leaves home. He is sent out
 of town on business and Is un-
 able to send word to Gypsy. She does not receive his letters be-
 cause she has gone to her par- ents' home.
 CHAPTER XIV
 When Gypsy got off the train Vhe could see the blue line of the Sound far to the left. She drew a long breath. She held David up to see and he blew an acstatic bubble as she lifted him into the lone taxi drawn up beside the station plat form. In the clear wash of mid summer sunlight the outlines of her surroundings were sharply etched. Scrub oak and evergreens against a background of white, white sand. Beyond struggling road to the beach. After the train wound away there was silence here utter and complete, and the girl in the blue linen frock with the white capped baby on her knee. shivered.
 Her thoughts, released, sprang back once more toward what she had been fleeing. Was she, real 1y, deserted wife? Was she "the unknown woman" whom, pre- sumably, reporters and detectives sought in the death of Derek Bliss? Ridiculous! And yet, grim 1y, it was true. She was trem- bling with fatigue. The day had been a long one, with a journey by train, by ferry, by yet another train, but her physical sensations were plotted out by any agony of mind which comprehended that all her running away was of no actual avail. One could not run away from oneself.
 The taxi jolted over the bumps. This particular road was un- speakable and the driver glanced back at her over his shoulder, grinning a sort of apology. He was a roughlooking fellow in a ragged coat. She did not remem- Der having seen him at Wading Hollow before. All at once panic sei1ed her. What was she doing in this eXpanse of sea and sky, alone with this small, adorable, dependent child?
 She directed the driver. It was just few hundred yards beyond, she said. Yes, the little house with the white gate. But as she alighted and took out her purse to pay him she saw no one. The green door was shut and rambler roses dropped over the gateway, whitening unplucked.
 Gypsy thought the taxi driver looked at her oddly as he turned away. With the key which Tom had always kept in his top drawer she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She heard the chug-chug of the taxi with relief.
 We'll, at least she was here. after all her long, dispiriting, des- perate day, she was safe within four walls. She put David down on the big, flat white bed in the small room opening out of the sitting room flung off her hat.
 "Was he hungry? Did he want his supper?"
 In her bag she had a few tins of pureed vegetables. There was 8 farm about quarter of mile away, she remembered, where they had been accustomed to buy milk. Could she carry the baby all that way or dared she get him to sleep and leave him while she went to fetch it?
 She lighted the water heater thank heavens there was oil!- and investigated the contents of the shelves. She had been pretty sure Rosina would have left some supplies. The beach shack was used as sort of weekend place by all of them although really 1t belong to Tom. Neither he nor Gypsy had visited it this year. Sure enough, there were few scattered cans - one of peaches, tin of tomato soup, round container with salted crackers. There was tea in a blue canister. And, best of all, there were two cartons of cereal. David would have his supper, after all.
 She debated about fencing him in with pillows and leaving him while she went for the milk but decided against it. You never knew what might happen . . So, with the heavy baby on her arm, she started up the uneven road toward the farm. It was a longer way than she had remembered and she stumbled with weariness on the last few yards. She had