Radio Mirror: The Magazine of Radio Romances (Jan-June 1943)

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key in the latch, and the slam of the door behind her. I got up then. There was no use trying to sleep any more this night. I could only struggle with the problem that was squarely before me. What should I do? Lacey was in my power. Kit would believe me, no matter what she said. I could put a stop to this marriage that should never have taken place in the beginning. I could return to Kit his self-respect, his freedom . . . But he didn't know he'd lost the first, and perhaps he didn't want the second. And yet I couldn't tell him — I knew that. I loved him too much to hurt him, even for his own good. AT eight o'clock I was knocking at her door. At first there was no answer, but I kept on. Presently I heard the clack of her slipper heels and the door opened. Lacey was standing there staring at me resentfully. But what a different Lacey! Her hair, usually so elaborately dressed, was a tangle of pins and combs. In the morning light, with lipstick and rouge left mostly on her pillow, she looked pale and sallow. Smudges of mascara and blue-green eyeshadow gave her a grotesque look heightened by the background of the untidy room, the tumbled studio couch. She said, "Now you've got me all waked up you might as well come in." She disappeared into the bathroom and came back swallowing a couple of aspirin tablets. Then she smiled with her sudden infectious gaiety, that could almost make me forget the night before. "Boy, have I got a head," she said, easing herself onto the couch warily. "Pardon me if I seem to go back to bed, but it looks like little Lacey took one too many last night . . . And speaking of last night," she added too carelessly, "what became of you and the boy friend? We looked around and all of a sudden you were gone." I didn't want to fence. "You know that isn't true, Lacey," I said. "You were the ones that were suddenly gone. We looked all over for you. I finally came home when we couldn't find you. And I heard you come in about dawn." "Don't you get a little tired of spying on me?" she demanded furiously. "Lacey, no!" I was genuinely hurt. "Lacey, honestly, all I thought was that I could help keep you from being too lonely — " She smiled scornfully, reached for a crumpled pack of cigarettes, drew one out and jabbed a match viciously against its folder. "Lonely! What else could I be around here? I'm used to being among folks that know how to live, have a good time! But I don't suppose you can understand that!" "Yes, I can," I said, looking at her miserable little face. She was like a sick, cross child. "Lacey, I can understand what it must be like for you, coming up here where it's all so different — " "I'd go crazy if I didn't find a few friends for myself!" That was a mistake, and she knew it when I said, "A few?" Then McGeehan wasn't the only one! She glanced away from me, leaned over with a groan to snub out her cigarette. "All right," she said sulkily after a moment. "Now you know. You've got a swell chance to make me look like poison to Kit. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" When your complexion signals SOS _ & mam • j*.^ ." ! ■H £/ CZ)kin "murky ^ and, rough You can see a complexion signal SOS! You can feel it! Look at your skinis it drab, coarsened ? Feel it — is it coated with tiny dry skin cells? <z77w IzAtiruite \Mfutk Let this new way Cream come of Cream over all but eyes "Quick as a jiffy the new 1-Minute Mask softens and brightens my complexion after a day wotking for The Navy League. I'd be lost without this quick refresher!' w FERNANDA WANAMAKER. of using Pond's Vanishing to your rescue! Spread a mask cheeks, throat, forehead — Leave 1 full minute. Let its %0mm<» "keratolytic" action do its good work. Then tissue off the Mask! Complexion fairer S% •• cuzct dmootfier y |w Beneath the bland whiteness of the 1-Minure Mask your face has been given a "re-styling"! Little skin roughnesses have been loosened . . . tightclinging bits of grime dissolved. Besides feeling softer, your skin has a fresher, new look — cleaner . . . brighter! Make-up goes on slickly — and stays! eCearn t/iid ^eaufy&ou6le-Wct/k 3 or 4 times a week, Pond's Vanishing Cream "re-styles" your face with the thrilling 1-Minute Mask shown above. It's designed for big moments— to help you look your prettiest! Every day — before every makeup— spread on a film of Pond's Vanishing Cream for powder base. Not "oozy". . . not drying. Helps protect skin in mean weather — holds make-up for hours! £