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"I never thought — I never thought she'd do that," he said, over and over, monotonously. "I thought she was happy. She wanted — she was the one that wanted — I never thought she'd do anything like that." nT last they'd taken Wanda away. You couldn't believe it, quite. Only a few hours before she had been there, so gay it seemed, so alive, planning, talking, combing her lovely hair — this was her place, her home. Now — Grandma B. said, "Geraldine." "Yes, Grandma," Jerry said. "There isn't anything we can do for her now," Grandma B. said sturdily. "Never was much, it seemed like. She — she went her own way, Wanda did, and — looks like she chose her own end. I'm not one to speak ill of them that are gone. But — less I'm mistaken, I'm only going to say right out in words what Wanda herself said — the way she went. If her poor little life's going to have amounted to a hill o' beans, if it ain't going to be just wasted from beginning to end, we got to do her the justice to understand what she done and what she'd want you to understand out of it." "Me?" said Jerry. "Oh, Grandma — Wanda was — " "She was pretty unhappy, I guess," said Grandma B. and put her old hand on the girl's young shoulder. "You got to be pretty hopeless about the future to do — that. When it just got so she seen what a mistake she'd made, she took the easy way out." "Easy?" said Jerry. "Oh no — " "Oh yes," said Grandma B. sternly. "It's a lot easier to die and get out of everything and all the mess you've made I than it is to live and see it through. But — Geraldine, I guess what she wanted to say to you was for you not to go the same way. I guess that maybe was the last thought she had. "When she broke the vow she made before God," Grandma B. said slowly, "she started something evil and bad. Plain bad. She started it and she broke her vow before God and there wasn't any real reason for it, except just selfishness. So the evil kept on growing and growing. But — listen, honey. Wherever she is right now, what Wanda wants to say to you is — Jerry, don't you make the same mistake I did. Don't throw love and marriage vows away and take the path I did. Go back — go back to your husband — " "How did you know?" Jerry said. "I knew," said Grandma B. "I was waiting for you to come to me. I thought — I could have told you in a better way, but Wanda's told you all I could ever tell you, hasn't she? You got to fight for what's right in this world. If Mac's wrong you got to fight him — but you got no call to break the solemn vow you took before God." The tumbled weary head went down on Grandma B's knees and the worn old hand stroked her hair. "Jerry," said Grandma B. When Jerry looked up, Mac was standing in the doorway. "Jerry — " he said. She never knew how she got to her feet, how she crossed the room, but she was in his arms, her head buried against him, her sobs shaking them both. "I'll try, Mac," she said, "Oh, Mac—" "Baby, sweetheart," Mac said, "don't — I was wrong. Just — just stick around, Jerry, we'll find the way somehow." ACROSS the big table, the little girl looked at the young man with the streaks of gray in his curly hair. She had been a little frightened when they told her the commissioner of the court wanted to talk to her, but now she wasn't frightened at all. He said, "Well, now, Carolyn, what do you think about all this?" Carolyn looked over her shoulder. Her mother and father stood there, stiffly, their faces all funny, the way they'd been lately. "Well," she said, twisting her handkerchief, "I — I love Mummy and I love Daddy and I don't see — if we could just live together like we always did — " Commissioner MacNally, who under the now famous divorce judge, Judge George Williams, held these reconciliation meetings in his chambers, looked up at the man and woman. His face was grave, the smile had gone. He said, "Look, Mrs. Edwards, suppose Bill does stay out all night once in a while playing poker with the boys. Is it so terribly important? You know what my wife does then?" His eyes strayed to the big framed picture of a woman which stood on the table. The woman wasn't young and she had never perhaps been beautiful. But Mrs. Edwards felt better for just having looked at her. "When I stay out all night once in a while, working or maybe having some fun with the boys, she goes downtown and buys a new hat — and," he grinned at the man, "if it looks as if it ought to be used for an ash tray instead, I just have to put up with it. I know you burned up that new hat of your wife's because you thought it looked silly, but I guess, Bill, there isn't anything we can do about hats. When you stop to think about it, you'd hate to have Carolyn missing you just because you didn't like her mother's spring hat." "Put it that way — " said Bill, shifting his feet. Carolyn said, "You like my new hat, don't you, Daddy?" "Of course, it's bad for Bill to stay out playing poker," Mac said, slowly. "I guess he's got a right once in a while," the woman said quickly. "He works awful hard and he always did like to play poker." When they had gone, Mac sat looking after them, a little smile on his face. He was still smiling when the Judge came in. Mac got to his feet. You did, somehow, when Judge Williams came into a room. "All set?" the judge said. "Yes," Mac said, "when they left she was snapping my head off for criticizing Bill's poker game." Judge Williams put some papers on the desk before him. "Things are looking up," he said. "Our percentage of reconciliations, especially where there are children, gets better every month. Things— remember when I told you it could be done?" "Do you know what I said to myself that day, sir?" Mac said. "I said, 'Sure, maybe, but there's no money in it.' " "There isn't," said the Judge. "But you and Jerry are eating, aren't you? You'd better go now. She'll be waiting. Thank you, son." "She'll be waiting, all right," Mac said. "Thank you, sir." The End done with Mirrors I AKE one look at this picture, two looks at your own profile. If they resemble each other, you have a "classic cameo profile," which is likely to spell fame, fortune and a gold ring in any language. In a Photoplay aside, it spells Vera Gilmer, blonde lovely who migrated from California to the East Coast, posed prettily for commercial reasons, was chosen after two short months as the girl with the "classic cameo profile." Which all means she won a free trek to Hollywood by TWA Stratoliner, popular star transportation from coast to coast. In Hollywood Vera appeared as Cecil B. De Mille's guest on the Lux Radio Theater and returned to Vivien Leigh the "Gone With the Wind" cameo brooch she's wearing here. The beautiful brooch was borrowed so that reproductions could be made. 80 PHOTOPLAY