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)
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