Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

probably right. But just now the whole thing is up to you two — telling him what's happened, that he's a free man once more, seeing that he realizes that there's nothing but friendship and understanding on your part." "We'll do everything we can," Joan promised. "I know you will," said the lieutenant. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Davis. We'll be seeing you tomorrow at three. And oh — in the meantime, we'll have Mrs. Cameron officially released, and we'll have told her of our plans for Mr. Skidmore." "Good idea," Harry approved. "It will give her time to get adjusted. It's going to be a shock for her, too." When the lieutenant had gone, Joan turned a radiant face to her husband. "Oh, Harry," she said, "could anything be more wonderful — could things possibly be better for everyone? Back there on the terrace, when they were playing our song, I didn't think there could be any more happiness in the world. But now — things have not only come right for us, but they're going to be right for Steve and Irma, too. I know it, Harry. I know they're really going to find happiness at last." SHE felt differently the next afternoon, when she stood with Harry in front of the grim gray stone prison in Summerville. "Harry," she said, "I'm afraid. Suppose the shock is too much for Steve after all? The doctor can't know everything, and if things should go wrong — " "It's this place, darling," said Harry. "You came here too many other times on unhappy errands. Don't let it get you down." "I'm afraid it does," Joan admitted. "You've no idea how I hate it, how I hate setting foot inside of it — " "My dear — " He touched her arm, and as if the contact gave her strength, she started up the steps . . . She was standing in the same gray corridor on the same stone floor, where she had so often waited to be permitted to see Harry. Harry had gone to the information desk; she saw the receptionist gesture, saw Harry go on to the superintendent's office. "Dear God," she prayed, "let nothing have gone wrong. Let Steve be all right — " And then Harry was coming back, his face grave and set. "Darling, do you think you can go through it alone? Irma's with Steve now, preparing him, telling him we're waiting to see him. But he's very weak, and both the doctor and the lieutenant feel that you'd better see him alone." "With Irma?" Joan asked. "Of course with Irma," he reassured her. "But don't, darling, if you think it will be too much for you — " She shook her head, mutely, and then she was walking down the gray corridor to the superintendent's office; conscious only to the tension within her, of the desperate knowledge that every word she said, every inflection of her voice, must be right. Then there was the white glare of the hospital room, and Steve. And Irma. The women's eyes met. Irma's lips moved soundlessly, and finally the word came out. "Joan — " "Irma — " And then, somehow, there was no need to say more. The past was understood, forgiven, done with; there remained only the task to be accomplished for the still figure on the bed. Steve couldn't see her, but he must have known that she was there. He said weakly, questioningly, "Joan?" and I I I \ cl V \ \ \ 1 I I / / / ean smells Sweet Things that are completely clean have an unmistakable perfume. It's a delicate, fresh, sweet smell that never is noticeable where there is dirt in any form. It tells you instantly— this is clean! When you unwrap a big bar of Fels-Naptha Soap, you get the immediate impression of cleanliness. This mild golden soap breathes the clean odor of naptha — the gentle, thorough cleaner that dirt and grime cannot escape. When you wash with Fels-Naptha Soap Chips, your sense of smell registers "CLEAN" with every swish of suds. Here's where you discover the joy of sneezeless washdays. These husky golden chips shed no powdery dust to irritate your nose. They're the original no-sneeze chips! Clothes washed the Fels-Naptha way have a fresh, clean smell which proves that golden soap and gentle naptha, combined, have done a dirt removing job no tricky soap substitutes can equal . . . Next time you wash your baby's things make sure they're completely clean . . . Use Fels-Naptha Soap. Golden bar or Golden chipsFels-Naptha banishes TatdeTale Gray