Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

to the hospital and see Dr. Blythe. And if he says you should tell Woodie, then tell him. But first you and I are going to talk to the doctor." I walked over to the telephone and called the hospital. Late as it was, when I told Dr. Blythe that something had come up I felt was vital to Woodie's well-being, he said instantly, "Come right out." I saw that Mrs. Frazier did not want to go, that it was not the doctor she wanted to talk with but Woodie. But I gave her no chance to back out. Dr. Blythe saw me first, leaving Mrs. Frazier in the waiting room outside. I told him the whole story as honestly and frankly as I could. Occasionally he interrupted with questions: when had I met Don, did I see much of him at present, what did we plan to do — things like that. I couldn't tell what he thought. When I had finished, he sat silent for a moment and then he said: "You are quite right, of course. It is impossible that your husband should be told now, especially in the way his mother would do it. I would not be answerable for his actions or for his ultimate recovery if she did. His whole feeling of security comes from you and his dependence on you." "But later, Dr. Blythe," I could hardly get the words out. "Later will it be all right to tell him — when he's recovered?" "We hope for a full recovery. We hope that in the near future Woodie Frazier will be as normal as any man. When that happens — if that happens — then, my dear, telling him is up to you. It will be a blow, of course — it would be to any man. And it will give him pain and upset him. But I think you would be justified because you never should have been allowed to marry him without knowing of his previous illness. Whether you decide to leave him or not depends on where you think your real, your honest, happiness lies. I can't decide that for you. No one can. That is between you and your conscience, as it would be with any woman." "'T'HANK you for saying that," I said -*■ in a low voice. "That's what I think, too. I just had to be sure it wouldn't make him — dangerous to himself again. But I'm afraid of Mrs. Frazier — what she might say or do — " "You leave Mrs. Frazier," Dr. Blythe said grimly, "to me." What he said to her I never knew for certain. But whatever it was, it frightened her so that she gave him her promise she would keep silent. I think he must have painted the consequences for her of what would happen to her son if she carried out her threat, in words that even she, in her blind jealousy and over-possessiveness, could not fail to understand. She was very subdued and quiet when she came out, and she dabbed at her eyes once or twice with her handkerchief. Once again, I felt a sorrow and a sympathy for her, and a regret that we two women could not share Woodie's tragedy and strengthen each other in the sharing. It was very late when I got home but I called Don anyway. I knew he would be worried, and I had to tell him what I had done and what the doctor said. "You were wonderful, darling," he said, and his voice thrilled me with its pride and love. "All we can do now is hope. And remember this, my sweet — what we feel for each other is real and for forever." Redheads rejoice! Artist Had don Sundblom creates the image of your complexion glorified with this original* !fFl©wer-f resh*' shade of <?1SHME^ VOa»^, :*Jfe %. »%, Mtbcmtfi Here's the right Cashmere Bouquet shade for you! FOR LIGHT TYPES Natural, *Rachel No. 1 '" Rachel No. 2 FOR MEDIUM TYPES Rachel No. 2, Rose Brunette FOR DARK TYPES Rose Brunette, Even Tan* •■ , Oh! lady be good to your fair, fresh beauty. Play up the rosy, Titian-tones in your skin with Cashmere Bouquet's new "Flower-fresh" Rachel No. 1. It clings to your skin in a superfine finish, veiling tiny blemishes. Stays on smoothly for hours without need of re-powdering. Cashmere Bouquet comes in new, "Flower-fresh" shades to flatter every complexion from a honeyblonde to an exotic brunette. R R 69