Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

Whirlpool (Continued jrom page 45) disease, follows the false elation. This was one of the times when he was most unreasonable, when he felt the whole world was against him. "No one understands me," he complained. Not even you!" He had accused me of that many times before when he was like this, and I had learned to accept it as a symptom and not be hurt by it. But today, even as I was moved to pity, I felt the goad of guilty knowledge. What he said was untrue, as it had always been — but had he seen my love for another man written on my face? He looked at me. Perhaps he sensed something different in my voice. "You've changed," he said suddenly. "It's as if — as if -ou didn't love me any more!" That, too, could be the morbid imaginings of his overwrought mind. And yet — for one minute, my heart seemed to stop beating. How could I tell him? That night I wept in Don's arms. "It was so cruel to lie!" I sobbed. "But it would have been far crueler to tell him the truth now. What else could I have done?" Don held me close. "Yes," he said, "you had to. He must be stronger before we tell him — and then we must tell him together, not you alone." "DUT how can I go on lying?" I cried. ■t* "How can I let him think I love him when I don't — especially when he seems somehow to know it? I'm letting him, making him, believe in me — and then I'll have to take the belief away! Oh, darling — what can we do?" Well, there was one thing we could do. And that night we decided, together, to do it — no matter how difficult or how unhappy it made us. We would stop seeing each other like this until the time came when we could go openly and honestly to Woodie and tell him we loved each other. "We have to earn our happiness, the right to our future," we told each other. "If it is impossible to tell him the truth now, then we must act as if what he believes is true, until such time as we can tell him." And so the goodnight we said was more than for tonight. It was for many nights and days to come. But always with hope burning brightly. And I wept when I kissed Don, wept for the parting, but dried those tears with the faith that the parting would be a short one and a right one and, through it, we would have bought the right for our Some Day. It was when Don was leaving that my doorbell rang. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and for a moment I could only stare at him helplessly while thoughts of disaster flashed through my mind. Maybe something had happened to Woodie — maybe he was worse — maybe there had been another attempt on his own life . . . It was disaster, all right, but not what I expected. It was Woodie's mother. "I was just passing," she said, "on my way home from a bridge game, and I saw your light. May I come in, Nancy?" She was already in. She was looking at Don Colman and then at me, and I saw suspicion and then an evil sort of triumph in her eyes. And I saw, too, the overflowing ashtray by the couch, filled with the stubs of the fyg^ilm-Finish Powder finer new texture... lovelier shades ...for that luscious film-star look AVA GARDNER appearing in "SHE WENT TO THE RACES," a Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer picture. Woodbury brunette gives a darktoned skin like Ava's a vivid glow, destined for enchantment! /\ Woodbury powder to give your skin the flawless look stars have on the screen! NEW 5 -way blending creates stay-fresb SHADES, smoother TEXTURE to cover little lines and blemishes. It never cakes, turns pasty, makes your skin look porey . Just clings for hours of enchantment! Watch your skin take on new appeal with Film-Finish. 8 shades. ,# YOUR MATCHED MAKE-UP $1. Now with your $1 box of Woodbury Powder, you also get your shade of matching lipstick and rouge. No change in the box; all Woodbury Powder is the new "Film-Finish." Also boxes of Woodbury Powder 251 and 101, plus las Woodbu 67