The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-10

| made her farewellS. 1t had been
SO sweet of Lila to ask her, and
she had enjoyed 1t.
mot at all, my dear. Always
nice to see you"
| And then they had parted. Lila
turning toward the avenue and
Gypsy walking, rather slowly, east
ward. Everything was the same.
Nothing had changed; merely two
women had met for luncheon and
had parted. But, for Gypsy, there
was a difference. Her crystal ball
of contentment had been shattered.
To Tom she said nothing Of the
experience except that she had seen
Lila, had 1unched with her, that 1t
had been mice" He, with his i'm
pervious masculine eyes, had seen
\ nothing. He did not notice Gypsy
looking about her with discomfort
ed eyes. He did not observe that
she sighed now over the bed max
ing and groaned over the dishes.
He only knew that his home was
still we'll kept ard his meals were
served. He thought Gypsy shared
the deep happiness he himself felt.
The days marched by. April
passed but in the city you would
scarcely motto this, except that
tulips showed their heads in the
park beds and all the trees in the
narrow ways were budding. On
Sundays when the young Weavers
went over to Jersey they saw that
/ spring was really come to stay. Mr.
Morell toiled In his borders, dig
ging in fertilizer raking and burn
ing leaves. On the first of May, as
was his time honored custom, he
planted his ANIMALS. Gypsy followed
him about, looking prettier than
usual in an old crepe de chine
frock, washed creamy white, with
a woolly scarf around her Shout
ers.
She sat in an old basket chair
and rested her chin on her hands,
dreaming idly. Her father dug Il
trench with trowel and dropped
in the seeds from a bright painted
packet. PhloX drummondi .
candytuft :. bachelors button
gypsophlila Gypsy could shut
her eyes and smell the good earth,
the heavenly scent of freshly turn
ed loan.
mice, Daddy" she said dream
lily. dropping seeds into the little
ridges, covering them up again. He
had, himself, this day u deep sense
of we'll being; things growing made
o man hope again.
Its a good time of year." he
said seriously. II like it," He had
his old garden clothes on. His
lawyers hands were grubby from
contact with tho moist loan. He
was growing bald. He looked Meth
err rich nor successful, nor was he,
but Gypsy felt a swelling of the
heart. She loved him! lie was so
good and real and fine. AS real as
the sun or the soil or the rain. The
vague unhappiness that had stayed
with her ever since she saw Lila
dissolved like mist in the sun. She
stood up, suddenly. running toward
Tom, who came down the garden
path.
She chung to him, laughing. You
know something. Tommy"
mo" lie held her close, think
ing her lovelier than ever. Her new
estate had laid sort of wildrose
bloom on her.
"We've got to have a place of our
own soon. A house: and e garden.
Roots of our own"
That's right" He regarded her
gravely. He had thought that him.
self many, many times. But 1t was
quite out of the question. They
hadn't the money. They couldn't
manage 1t. .e
But he humored Gypsy now. She
was so eager. 80 sudden and pas
sionate about 1t.
With q sort of quiet laughter In
his heart, he echoed her words.
We've got to have a place Of
our very own"
But how? How was II ever to be
managed? lie did not know.
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