Mrs.
THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH, THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1934.
Married Flirts
wood order.
by MABEL
McELLIOTT
CHAPTER XLIII.
more than thin. She was hollow-she only knew that all she wanted, had forgotten her own trouble, con- And she had wept in Clylle came rumbling through eyed. She looked as if she'd had in the world was the sight of him,sidering this. Pettingill thought she from the kitchen regions after a sleepless nights. Why, land's sakes, the sound of his deep, peasant the night, longing for Tom to talk would just run over and see how moment's wait. She showed her Mrs. Pettingill murmured Inwardly, voice and the touch of bis hand on to, to comfort her.
Hunt had stopped by for a mo those Morell children were getting teeth and said Mis" Gypay was lying she looks ns though she'd been here. What had they quarrelled along, now that their mother and down and she's just call her. pulled through a knothole.
about? What did it all menn 7 mont the night before. He had father were away.. Wasn't it just "She not well? Mrs. Pottingill They chatted for a while but, in Why, there was nothing in the said, in a low tone, "Rotten luck wonderful the way Harvey Morell wanted to know.
upite of her most valiant efforts, whole world so Important as their for him! Rotten luck for us all!" had recovered after that terrible "Oh, she's just mite penked." Mrs. Fettingill discovered the conlife together. To throw it away Gypsy had looked at him quickly aceldant? It would have been Clytie told her. She not feeling vorsation was flagging. Gypsy ike this, without a look beltind, and proudly. "You can deny you he so awful good this afternoon. jeemed utterly dispirited. The without a gesture of regret it was were there if your name comes into great loss to the family and had had a close call, a very cless Guess maybe it's the heat." only time she brightened at all unthinkablol
. No one need know. call indeed, said Mrs. Pettingill, They both nodded solemnly over was when the visitor spoke of her
He had the grace to be ashamed. sighing and wiping her over. Well, this. This heat was enough to lay father's recovery
And yesterday, to crown her "what about you?" the Lord had been good to them; anybody low-except, of course, "That's
Mira. Pettingill told trouble, Derek, who had boon drift
Sho had shrugged her shoulders. and now Harvey and Louise had themselves. Whatever the weather, herself as she went down the steps.ing toward the dark shadows ever gone off to the mountains and there Ciyife scrubbed and baked and "She took his illness too much to sine that night of the fall, had "It doesn't matter about me." was Gypsy. looking rather peaked roasted: Mrs. Pettingill did the heart. She's fagged out.
Plainly he didn't want Sue to died. Some enterprising and sus- Why, (but that was to be expected; that same, varying the routine with that child's not well
picious reporter, had caught: wind know he had attended Lila's fate. big child of hers was quite a care), trips to the Ladies' Aid and mis- After she had left Gypay sat for of the true state of affairs. The ful party, no matter how innocent" over in the house, looking after the sionary suppers on the church a long time, relaxed in the low morning's newspaper had carried his part in the night's affairs might twins, with Clytie's help.
lawn.
It wasn't to be expected chair, staring at the pattern the a story full of veiled Insinuations have been. Sue had confided to It was a hot day. Hot and still. that young folks would have their maple branches throw across the Gypsy namo had not been-men- Gypsy only Monday that Hunt was with big, fat, fleecy clouds sailing stamina,
porch. Clytle came out after a bit toned but it was only a question his old, sweet self to her these days.
"I think something happened in a high blue sky. But not hot;
and plumped up pillows and wanted of time, she thought drearily, enough to deter Mrs. Petting!!!
Clytle refrained from expressing to know if Gypay would like a glass before the whole, miserable story he's utterly changed," Sue had eald from making a ple before she put her own private opinion that Miss of milk. Gypsy and listlessly that would come out. Then Sue would softly. "He says he never knew on a fresh lavender dimity and Gypsy had something on her mind, she thought not; when it got cooler know where Hunt had been that anyone son untouched and in- as I am. Did you brushed her iron gray hair into ita that she was fussing to herself she was going to walk down the night. Sue, whose fragile, dawn corruptible customary neat waves. She knew about something. She had sald, street with David to the drugstore.ing happiness in Hunt's new devo ever?" And Sue's sweet laughter Bertram and Beatrice loved ple on arrlying, that Mr. Weaver was She didn't acknowledge, even to tlen was a lovely thing to watch1 had rung out. Gypsy's lips had The baby was parked in his car-lout of town on business. But herself, what she wanted to do When first sho had read of twisted themselves into a smile, but ringe in the side yard under the Clytie didn't take too much stock there. She could see, in her mind's Derek's death, Gypsy's heart had the implied comparison had stubbed big black blot of shade thrown by in this, since she knew the ways eye, the little telephone DEAL tached and her tears had fallen.ber. Hunt, playing around with a the old mugar maple. A glare of of men. Although she would any the end of the shop, hidden by the The affair soomed pitiable beyond say crowd, had liked sunshine lay all over the rest of for Mist Tom he seemed a veyjulting cosmetle counter and the bellef and tragically and. But now enough until the place and most of the shades nice gentleman and always had, lending library shelves. She want-abe hud come to see that perhaps and Innocence in the haune were drawn, too. Well. Mrs. Pettingill sat in one of the led to enl
downtown Derek, in leaving life, had justified hless his heart, said Mrs. Fettlu- wicker chairs on the porch, fan-number she wanted to ask himself. He had refused to make will, sunfling and clucking at the ning herself, and after a bit Gypsy question. At home someone ja compromise. He had loved Lila sweet lamb. Did he love his old appeared in a filmy pluk Crock Mrs.
truly and deeply. Whether she Auntie Pettingill and was he a love Pettingill didn't remember having It was 10 days now since Tom's would be able to build a new happi- uf a child? He was!
seen before.
tall figure had flung itself out of ness on the ashes of his dead love the apartment door Ten nching. remained to be seen.
"What a punishment for her," At first she had she had thought dreadful days.
been angry, resentful, bitter; now ¡Gypay had murmured in pity. She
Nobody seemed to be about, so・ "Why, child, you're right thin .. Mrs. Peltingill. went up on the she said before
porch and rang, the bell. Through twice about it. She was sorry the the zereen door she could see ap-minute the words popped out be provingly that everything was in cause it wasn't tactful. Gypay was
a certain
would be sure to hear.
It all well danger threatened. Now he had rushed to the safety of Suc's single- minded devotion.
"But he'll be a very good husband for her." Gypay thought wistfully. She wouldn't be calling Tom 10- day, she told herself proudly. If it weren't for this complication caused by Derek's death. Why, only an
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