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February 21, 1934 PAfiE SIX THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON Jianied tflirhk nnuin nnnai -vw OTPHY NOIBLIi TOM BVK ara aaarrit irllk a - ataiala ecmaaar M taa aaiaa aa Ikal LILA II OTA I. ISO aa DKHRK BLISS aaarrr Nro lTara's aioal (aaataaaala charvh. Onar i Llla ara aalldaaa ' frlrada. Taa W-ara apaa la-lr aaaaraiaaa la Tom aaark an a . Laas lalaaS aeara aaa Ik Ollaaaa a-a la Karope. Tka (rat alajkl Toa aa Orpay avaad In Ikalr Htn York avart Bieat VERA GHAV, wkoaa Tom iuMlhu aa mum nia vlvl fl.d Iclapkoaca. Tain aaka fcrr la laark la at Uraar. kal inar vtka feackaa la a aattlriarat , kouaa ran'l an awar from vrark. ' Kaa la frrtrkra' at ta- Ikonakt al .' kla laa-alas arlta aaalkar woman. NOW GO ON WITH TUB STOHT CHAPTER III - TT was quite different, starting off In the morning, from lire In Blue Bills. Tbere Clytlo bad al . ways had QypBy's breakfast ready and waiting. Here abe bad to rise naif an Hour earner man Tom in oraer to squeeie oranges . aa lb. tahla anA malr. MffA. ' Gyps? was still far from expert In these matters, although Tom praised her Inordinately. This morning a slight stiffness brooded over the little household. : Gypsy flew about, measuring. straining, pouring. Although she was studiedly cheerful, her heart was sore. It wasn't fair It wasn't fair ... aha kept telling herself. that Tom should be lunching to day, their Drat day In the new life, at the end of the honeymoon. with another girl. Men were dif ferent, there was no doubt about If Knar aha ntilAn hava ''. thought of making an engage- mA. .Via AlA WA. IaaImjVa tilM The fact that he had meant to Include her had. In fact, blun- ' hm h. hadn't Irnnarn mm. fashion, how to get out of it, did not mitigate the offense. In Gyp ay's mind. She didn't reason aDout tne matter . . . sne merely felt. And. the sum total of her feeling was Injury. duo wumuii i ustb uiuij lu waaii np the breakfast things, that much was certain. It was 8:15 by the time they sat down to break fast. She had to be downtown by nine. Tom left at 20 minutes past eight, with a hurried embrace and a backward anxious look. Poor Tom! Be didn't know what it was all about, Gypsy thought, resent fully. She took special pains with her appearance, with mental eye on the unknown Miss Vera Gray. Everything she wore was new, from the crisp blouse to the small shining shoes all part of her modest trousseau. The other girls who tangbt at the settle ment Helen Marr and Blanche Jordan would be curious about such matters and Gypsy did not want to disappoint them. She bated leaving the apart ment thus, at alzes and sevens. beds unmade, the kitchen In con- ..a4a t. .V.AAA . KM A1.AI.A Maybe Tom was right and she would have to get someone In to help. t SpHB morning had turned un - commonly warm, one of those late, lingering Indian summer days which bewilder the city dweller with their, languor. The subway was hot and crowded. Gypsy, packed between two per spiring garment-workers from the Bronx, was conscious of wilting freshness. She felt less and less like a bride, and more and more like a harried breadwinner. I'm glad Mother can't see me now," was her irrelevant thought. At least, from Blue Hills, she had ridden in more comfortable fash ion, on train and ferry. Oh, well, you couldn't have everything. You had to pay for the privilege of living In New York City. "My dear, that's the best-look ing outfit!" Her colleagues greeted her with smiles and hand clasps. "We've missed you," said Miss Marr, an eye-glassed girl from Randolph-Macon. "We've certainly missed you, honey. It's mighty nice to see you." This part of It wasn't so bad. one rorgoi me bud way. tier pu pils bad eager dark faces and grubby hands, but the work was so Interesting, you overlooked the dirt and saw only the eagerness. She plugged Into her classes . . . weaving for the tots . . . model ing in clay . . . chalk-drawing . . . She was surprised to look up at the clock and discover it was half past eleven. . With the approach of lunch hour came the thought of Tom's rendezvous. Her heart sank. Why did she feel so miserable about It? It was nonsense utter nonsense. Tom had chosen her out of all the world. What did it matter if he lunched today with another woman? Thus reason' argued, but the sense of Injury persisted. "You going to have something sent in, honey?" MIbb Marr stuck her neatly coiffed head around the door-jamb. Gypsy, surprised In her reverie, said vaguely that she didn't know she hadn't thought about eat ing. She wasn't, she added, a bit hungry. ' "Well, you'd better have a bite with ub," MIbs Marr told her. "We're having chicken sand wiches with RusBlan dreBslng and tea, from that place across the road." "I don't know," GypBy was be ginning, doubtfully. She couldn't, she thought, eat a single bite. There was a lump in her throat. Food would certainly choke her . . . But juBt then Blanche Jor dan called down the hall: "Telephone for you, Gypsy, Think It's the best beau." She ran, forgetting her new dignity. "Yes, It's me." She couldn't help making her voice small and .Injured, like a child's. "Darling," Tom said. "I've been worrying about you. I feel rotten about this. You know I don't want to hurt you. I just didn't know bow to get out ot tteJateAjJ j MABEL . ' "It's all right" It really was. now. Bring on your ramplrea. Bring on your Vera Grays. She was equal to all ot them. He loved her. She went back to the others, her face shining. "I hope you've aaved me a btg husky sandwich," she cried, run ning Into the teacher's room. "I'm famished." Miss Marr and Miss Jordan ex changed sly, amused apinsterlsh glances over her head. So they've kissed and made up, the glances said. TTSUALLY Gypsy's duties at the LI settlement house wore ended at tour o'clock, but today she was detained for almost an hour, catching up with letters, seeing parents who happened to stop In. She had planned to shop tor din ner on the way home. None ot this night -after night tearoom dining for the young Weavers, she had announced, very firmly. It was halt-past five when aha got off the subway, feeling draggled, bot and tired. Valiantly she turned in at the little corner mar ket and bought chops, vegetables tor a salad and peas. Next door aha added a bag ot rolls to her collection. She would, she de elded, have to manage her affairs better in future. She would tel ephone an order before she left, and find the supplies awaiting her at home. She would make menu lists tor a week ahead . . ; A church clock struck six as she reached the apartment build ing. She longed for a shower, clean clothes, time to rest before dinner. Clytle bad bad a delight ful habit ot drawing a bath just before her arrival at the house in Blue Hills ... Now she would have to rush, to have things fixed before Tom got home. She didn't want to be a bedraggled, home-keeping wife. She wanted lilm to think ber al ways pretty and glamorous. From where she stood, this looked quite a large order. As she slipped her key Into the lock, she was visualizing the scene which wonld spread before her. There would be a pile ot sticky dishes. Tbere would be two beds to make. Yesterday's papers still lay about She braced her shoul ders, and the door flew open. "Why, darling!" a a rpOH was there before her. Over his shoulder she saw a spick and span kitchen. The living room waa in exquisite order. There were even some fresh chrysanthemums in a little vase. "What on earth . . . T" His kiss silenced her. He was taking her bundles. Behind him, in the gloom, an aproned figure loomed. "This Is Dinah, Mrs. Weaver, ma'am," Tom said, gravely. "Di nah's going to clean np tor us every day, fix the things for din ner and whatever else you like." White teeth gleamed In a black face. Dinah's apron was spot less. "But Tom," said Gypsy, follow ing him into the living room. "How on earth did you do It? Where did you find ber?" He radiated the pride of the efficient male. "I came home early," he said, "and when I saw what a state the place waa in and realized what it would mean to you every night I scared up the superintendent and he sent Dinah around." "Won't It cut into our budget?" Gypsy wanted to know. Tom waved this aside. Dinah, he said, would charge them $5 a week for part time work and she was glad to get it Wearily Gypsy tossed the smart little hat on the daybed and fluffed out her hair.' "Well, that's fine," she said. "And now I must see about din ner." Tom restralnet her. "She'll get dinner tonight didn't I tell yon? Three nights a week that was the arrange ment I made." "Darling, you're wonderful," Gypsy breathed. - "You're to rest until it's ready," commanded the wizard of affairs, masterfully. "And after wards you're to look your pretti est, because we're going to have callers." ... Gypsy stared at him. ' His man ner was a shade too casual. Her suspicions were aroused.' "Not ... not .". ." She refused to say the name. ' "Yes, Vera's dashing in to see ub." Tom told ber with herd!- hood. "She's dying to meet you." (To Be Continued) Flapper Fanny Says lean CMtWBWKfto Dancers don't need make a revolution. arms to OUT OUR WAY M You've gor V I'll not leave -r , V TO GET OUT I THIS BACKYARD -f X WANT 'TO ,J IN THE STREET, TILL I LEARN t TAKE A lf WHERE THERS f DO YOU THINK -J HLS.SN" If- - HI MORE ROOM! j I WANT TO HAVE J VOU A N'T :l Mr YOU CANT PEOPLE LAUGHING J TOO TIRED VI . LEARN TO A AT ME -OR RUN H HENVOU - y SWIM, IN A INTO SOMEBODY jV L2B 1 ZZZ N V iAKIQ HURT 'EMj i SALESMAN SAM Asee i oom't kmooi whT cams. I AFTECLl t KIM aSMEC-irSER t 60 BACK. 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