Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

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When a girl marries there are two faces to the silver coin in her n M 60 slipper. One face is love; the other may be tragedy !tu<lio Mirror's Reader Bonus brings you, for the first time in story form, an important chapter from When a Girl Marries, just as it was first heard on the air (Mon.-Fri., 5 P.M. EDTonNBCstations). THE sun rose red and hot over the fields of Beechwood. Scarcely a breath of air stirred; the land was still under its burden of heat. Even the corn, waxing fat and rich in the Davis field, stood with drooping leaves, looking deceptively lifeless. Inside the old white farmhouse, Lilly applied the back of her hand to her moist mahogany brow, and groaned as she started up the stairs in search of young Sammy. "Lord save us," she muttered, "but this is sure goin' to be a scorcher. I'm most dead on my feet, and I ain't even started yet. Burned my bread, broke a dish, upset the coffee — and now that boy don't come when I call him. If that ain't enough things to make me sure the evil spirits has taken over these diggin's, my name ain't Lilly. Sammy I" She raised her voice, calling. Sammy's door was closed. There wasn't a sound from within. "Sammy!" Lilly called once more, and opened the door. Sammy was sitting on the floor, his paint book before him. He turned upon Lilly a look of elaborate surprise. "Did you call me, Lilly?" "Call you!" Lilly exploded. "I should think I been callin' you! What you doin', Sammy Davis, sittin' there on the floor when you know it's breakfast time — " "I'm painting," said Sammy. "I sees that," Lilly retorted. "But how come you has lost interest in breakfast? You come right downstairs and get your cereal and cream — " His shoulders moved uncertainly, but he remained where he was. Lilly started for him, and stopped as the telephone rang downstairs. She groaned. "Land sakes, now the phone's startin'