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THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON March 20, 1034 PAGE SIX Married Q'lirls j ' DBOIX HERB TODAY OTPUT MOB DLL mm TOM WBAVKB are MarrlM mm Mi MM lar Ml., HOTALIKU mm DKH1CK ULIII, hat Llla i- CmM tm live la Imxury walla rr tow la laacaia la aaltlaaiaat eaaael. ntr hae alressle fcaaa MfMM wttala That's laae, Aaolaaa pltkUa la Tom'a Jralaaar ! WIIIItT HAIIKO rlllOUUirroN, a format aamlrrr of uypar'a, whom laer bhi at ; tka IHUara' koaia. Wara Uypmy Iraraa aha la kava a ball? aha glvea ap hc fna. Tka aaby la barn la Hrplaaibcr aae la aarialaare 11 A V 1 II. li-rrk Hllaa. wrar of tka aeatal whirl la which ha aad l.lla lira. sa BR from a parly oaa aural - mm Mia goca with Mnrko. Harfca talla her he la Mae ahoat her. Oa a Moralaa followlag a lonely evealn at homa fiypay ' And a woMana haadkerehle! la . Tom'i coat pocket. MOW GO ON WITH TUB ITORT CHAPTER XXVI TIER heart plunged sickenliigly; there iu the taste of salt water la her month. Her first sensation wai ot mortal sickness, not anger. The thought that Tom would de liberately decetTo her rocked her world. Blindly she went on with her tasks. The day had cleared! was cold, bracing, bluej. PHndly be dressed the baby In nib warm ; salt of woolles, got herself ready tor the street. , In the market she stood aside. ; trying to remember what she had 1 come for. David's luncheon; there . must be fresh spinach for It The ' thought of food made her definitely 1H but she conquered that. As In dream she bought bread, carrots, potatoes, sugar. Elsa would wonder It she did not buy supplies for ,. dinner. But how did one eat chopped i steak when one's heart was break lng In the street she saw no one she ' knew. It was dismal block she bad to traverse, between their apartment building and the wide . eobblestoned highway where most et the shops were. An elevated ;: train crashed by. Chaff blew In the gutter. Everyone looked cold, brisk, sumosernL She thoueht she must be the only woman so miserable In all New Tork that day. A young, dark-eyed woman In an unfashlon- able cloth coat, pushing a rosy baby In a big blue carriage. 'What was she to do now? Her first impulse was to fly back to the safe shelter of Bine Bills, to cry her heart out in that famll ' tar and beloved setting. But pride ' bald her back. No one should know ' how she bad been hurt' She would work her trouble oat alone. ; Maybe it all meant nothing, her , eager thoughts cried put. Maybe tke handkerchief was a trifle Tom : bad picked up hi the street . . . at the oStce. But she knew It was aot true. No, this evidence ex plained Tom's frequent absences '. Iran borne lately; bis silence, bis abetraetlori. Fool she bad been not to see before! ' She led the baby, tucked km away tor jus nap. fasa came. "I fix yon some lunch, now, kail" : . "Just some tea and toast" iou com. leei so good, aaH7 Baa's wide, pink, humorless face took on an expression of concern. a uavv a aeauacne. a was always easy to say that Ton never told anyone yon bad a pain In your heart rpcm was lata Out night, oven as he had said, and Gypsy ate a solitary dinner with a book propped p before her, sot even swing the pages bat th taking bar own thoughts. Elsa washed ap, moving stolidly about Early darkness dosed In and lights flashed on an over the city. ' Ton feel skk, Mrs. Weavarr We I'm" all right Just, a little tired.'' The apartment was very lonely with Elsa gone and David asleep. There could be years of this sort of Itblng, Gypsy thought, with a clutch ', of pain at her heart Tears and yean and years of days filled with, dun tasks and lonely evenings. When Tem came la at t:tO, she was playing patience. She had on her old brown velveteen with its broad lace collar. She was pale but tor eyes were feverish and she bad painted her small month with bright raspberry colored salve, i "To, dear. Sorry I couldn't get away." She read guilt la every line of Mat She lifted a cool cheek for fell kiss. I "What's the matter! Anything go (wrong?" , "N-no. Everything's fine." He tried to take her in his arms but she evaded him. "Boy all rlghtr Bhe tried to make her voice sound natural, to put all her usual enthusiasm Into her tone. "He's splendid." She might tell him how winning David bad been in his bath; bow be bad laughed aloud, waving his fat starfish hands. She might tell blm these things . . . and bore blm. Bo she kept silent When Tom said, in a sympathetic tone, "Rotten for you today, kitten. I thought of you so much," her throat ached and tears ot self-pity prang to her eyes. She winked them back, bending with pretended concentration over her cards, v "That red queen . . . what did yen say. Tommy?" . He was ponied he was frankly puzzled. Gypsy said to herself, "Let him be." Bhe felt herself all tight and sore within, aching, bruised. Wher did yon get that mono trammed handkerchief r She might fling that at him, watch him squirm, fib, wriggle out of it Ah, but she wasn't going to ask not now, at least' CHE was miserable la the days that followed. The shadow ot black jealousy hovered over all her waking hours. On the surface things were as before. Tom had no more late nights at the office and when he was at home Gypsy was quiet, sweet, Interested, apathetic "I think yon ought to see the doe tor, honey," he told her more than ace. "I think yon need a tonic." V JrJeJSJUMbad., JSbe J09k MABEL McELUOTT Oimaaaovr. right she told him. How explain that what she needed was the elixir ot trust the old, benlgnunt medl cine ot perfect love and understand ing? In April, one warm, delicious Saturday they drove over to Blue Hills. The baby was adorable In a pink sweater and silky can. Gypsy had the now gray suit which Tom's commission had made possible. Her mother said, gravely, "Seems you've been doing too much, child. You look so thin and big eyed. Tom thinks ..." , "What does he think?" Gypsy's voice. In spite of herself, was sharp with suspicion. "Don't be so touchy," soothed Mrs. MorelL "He thought a rest would do you good. A change . after the long winter. You could stay here tor a week or two. Clytle and I would take David off your hands. He's no trouble anyhow, Such a good baby." So Tom wanted to get rid ot her for a week, did he? Oh, no, she mustn't allow herself to think such thoughts. Her mind was sick, that was all; she was overtired and foolish. Maybe this brief separa tion would be the best thing In the world for them both. When it came time for Tom to leave Snnday evening Gypsy clung to blm feverishly. "I think I'd bet ter go back with you, after all, she said faintly. She was desper ately afraid she was going to cry. "Nonsense," Tom said robustly. "Yen need a change. HI worry along. I'll telephone you every day." She watched him go with a dull pain at her heart But later, as she picked up the threads of the old lite again, she began to wonder what bad both ered her back In the city. Color flowed back Into her cheeks and hope Into her souL She began to persuade herself that all of her tortures bad been self-inflicted. It's Just that I was so much alone and bad so much to do," she as sured herself. The rich. Jumbled, casual family life amused and bus led her. She worked a little In the garden. She lunched and dined with old friends, answering ques tions about her husband with that serious young-matronly man n e r which well became her. At the end of seven days she was missing Tom terribly. Over the telephone each morning he assured her that a soli tary state was not one to be de sired, no matter what smug bach elors told to the contrary. a a a BUT on Saturday morning, four m, rtwm tirtine hofneo Ilia pected arrival. Sue Canavan'a young sister, (Catherine, tossed a bombshell Into Gypsy's house of contentment "Saw that handsome husband of yours lunching yesterday," she said gayly. It seemed to Gypsy that the glance Sne threw her was a warn ing one. Oh, did your asked Gypsy with animation. "Did you stop and speak to hlmr Katharine shrugged thin shoul ders. "He was much too busy to notice poor little me," she mocked. "He was all wrapped up In the girl with him stunning looking crea ture in Mack. Looked like Paris. " "He he has all sorts of women clients for the various accounts." Gypsy-said coldly and proudly. The old, desperate sickness was return ing. Yesterday why, Tom bad tele phoned her Just at 11 o'clock yes terday to say he was "up to bis ears" in work. And she bad be lieved him. "Of course he has," Sue aald quickly too quickly. She changed the subject with her usual tact and they spoke ot other things. But Gypsy felt the knife turning In bar heart This could not go onl It was a situation beyond her control. It wounded her pride and dignity. When Tom came she would have to have it out with blm. After the girls had gone she glanced over the morning news paper, seeking an escape from her troubled thoughts. A name stood out from all the others In the col umn of personal notes on the so ciety page. "Miss Vera Gray of Boston la at the Weylin." Something clicked In he brain. Was this what she bad been fearing aH the time? That girl bow she hated her! Gypsy stood up, her little hands clenched. David sat In his carriage In an angle of the bouse. Sun poured down on him, a smiling, rosy scrap of babyhood. She stared at him, almost without seeing. She had been letting things drift Well, now there must be a show down! Tom would have to make bis choice. (To Be Con tinned) Flapper Fanny Says You've got to know the ropes to swing a good deal. OUT OUR WAY TiWHTTTTTl L.ISSEN HERE, f X HAFTA . 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