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going to make you the best wife in the world.” And from that moment on she worked to keep her promise, to build a home, a warmth, a feeling of love between them that would grow and last. There had been this apartment . . . and she smiled a little as she remembered the tremendous fun and pleasure they’d had in choosing it and decorating it and picking out furniture and little objects for it. “I feel as though I’m back in California,” she’d laughed to A1 as they stood in the living room and looked around them — at the wide, mirrored wall, the dazzling white carpet, the sun-yellow sofa and the flowering dogwood tree that stood in the corner. “It’s the dogwood tree that does it,” she concluded. “You and your dogwood,” he’d chided. And they’d found themselves laughing. “And whose idea was it for a mirrored wall?” she’d tossed back. “And how long is that carpet going to stay white?” “We’ll have people take off their shoes when they come to see us,” she’d said. “Okay. At least it will give them something to talk about!” Yet even the long, tiring business trips— the times away from their home, had been good, too, she thought. For the first time in her life she’d played just a single role: that of a wife. As Mrs. Steele, she had followed him around the country — even around the world — helping to make his life happier, warmer ... to be just a wife and want nothing more. “He’s the most wonderful man who ever lived,” she’d told a friend just recently. But now it was all over . . . She got up and walked over to the window. It was still oppressively hot and cloudy. Yet she was shivering . . . shivering as she had been every one of those awful times in her earlier life when she’d had to face a judge and say, “I want a divorce ... he made unreasonable demands on me ... I couldn’t live a normal life,” when in essence she was saying, “My marriage has been a failure. Maybe I’m just not able to make marriage work.” Now fate had taken a cruel stand. Joan turned away from the window. On a low table she noticed some colored travel pamphlets picturing the West Indies ... We would have been there in a few days, she thought, picking up the one marked “Jamaica” and then dropping it back on the pUe. There was a hopelessness, a finality about her gesture. It was to have been their second honeymoon, a rest from the tiring, endless business trips A1 had been taking; trips which had exhausted him but which had made him known as one of the finest businessmen of the day. And two young people who had just been married couldn’t have been looking forward to anything as much. Now she knew they would never make it. The sound of the doorbell made her start. At first she didn’t move, she just stood, looking towards the bedroom. Then, finally, when it buzzed and buzzed again, she walked weakly over towards the door. And opened it. “I got here just as soon as possible,” said the elderly man with a black case who stood in the doorway. “I know, doctor,” she said quietly. And she followed him as he walked toward the bedroom. But she did not go in with him. And a few minutes later when he came out, she knew she had to face for certain what she’d feared all along. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. And then she began to sob, to cry like a child . . . there was nothing left . . . There was no one to come home to now. The End The Opposite Sox andlf&ur Perspiration Q, Do you know there ore two kinds of perspiration? A. It’s true! One is "physical,” caused by work or exertion; the other is "nervous,” stimulated by emotional excitement. It’s the kind that comes in tender moments with the "opposite sex.” Q. Which perspiration is the worst offender? A. The "emotional” kind. Doctors say it’s the big offender in underarm stains and odor. This perspiration comes from bigger, more powerful glands — and it causes the most offensive odor. Q. How can you overcome this "emotional" perspiration? Q. Why is arrid cream America's most effective deodorant? A. Science says a deodorant needs a special ingredient specifically formulated to overcome this emotional perspiration without irritation. And now it’s here . . . exclusive Perstop*. So effective, yet so gentle. A. Because of Perstop*, the most remarkable anti-perspirant ever developed, ARRID CREAM Deodorant safely stops perspiration stains and odor without irritation to normal skin. Saves your pretty dresses from "Dress Rot.” Why be only Half Safe ? use Arrid to be sure I It's more effective than any cream, twice as effective as any roll-on or spray tested! Used daily, new antiseptic ARRID with Perstop* actually stops underarm dress stains, stops "Dress Rot” stops perspiration odor completely for 24 hours. Get ARRID CREAM Deodorant today. ^Carter Products trademark for sulfonated hydrocarbon surfactants p 81