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

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Ask for Tally Soap at chain, drug and department stores everywhere. TALLY SOAP CO., 207 N. Michigan, Chicago, III. I'M WAITING FOR $g^ ...the silverplate with the two blocks of sterling silver inlaid at backs of bowls and handles of most used spoons and forks. HOLMES & EDWARDS STERLING INLAID" SILVERPLATE Copyright 1943, International Silver Co., Hotmn & Edward* DW.. M«rIdon, Conn. -In Canada, Tho T. Eaton Co., ltd., °Roo. U. S. Pat. Off. 68 the wedding, it seemed ages away, but then, all at once, it had arrived, and I was walking down the aisle on Dad's arm, seeing Gene waiting for me at the altar with Tim beside him — both very scrubbed and pink-looking, and terribly solemn. And in swift jumps of time, the ceremony was over — and the reception — and it was late afternoon, with the shadows purple underneath the gold of the trees — and Gene and I were running across the lawn toward the car one of our friends had loaned us, followed by people throwing rice . . . Honeymoons are supposed to be funny, and I guess maybe they are, to everyone but the two people concerned. Emotions are so near the surface, the sense of strangeness is so acute, and mingled with happiness are shame and fear, the desire to give oneself, the instinctive will to remain inviolate — But for me, that honeymoon week with Gene was beauty made real. With that strange intuition of his, he knew every emotion, every thought that visited me. He knew when to be tender, when to be ardent, when to laugh away embarrassment, when to be patient. No matter what has happened since, that week is something I shall always have with me in memory, its loveliness undiminished by time or by tears. It never occurred to me to wonder at Gene's sure knowledge of the ways of love. How could it? I thought I knew him so well. YES, I thought I knew him as well as he knew me. But even in that first week, there was a signpost that I might have seen, if I'd had the eyes. It was late at night, and we were getting ready for bed. Outside our hotel window, the traffic of Michigan Boulevard was intermittent. Still revelling in the newness of intimacy, I loved these moments before bedtime — their relaxed, slippersand-pajamas atmosphere, the ease with which they brought thoughts into words. Tonight, while Gene was brushing his teeth, I sat at the dressing-table, cold-creaming my face and letting my mind wander over the evening just past. Dinner at the hotel ... a musical comedy ... a funny-looking woman we'd seen between the acts, a woman with long straight black hajr and a dead-white skin, who smoked a cigarette in a black holder . . . the night-club where we'd gone afterwards . . . smoke and noise . . . The formlessness of my thoughts crystallized. "Gene," I said, as he came out of the bathroom, "you know Tim's so sure the United States will be in the war, too, pretty soon. Do you think he's right?" Gene laughed. His fingers rumpled the hair at the nape of my neck. "Not a chance. We learned our lesson last time." "But he's so sure, Gene!" "Tim's always getting ideas, and nobody in the world could ever talk him out of them, he's so sure . . . Anyway, this was a lucky notion for us." "How . . . Oh, you mean his lending us his share of your inheritance. Yes, it was." "Lending!" Gene's laughing eyes caught mine in the dressing-table mirror. "What do you mean, lending! That was a wedding present." "Oh, yes, of course that's what he said it was. But we'll pay it back someday." "Some chance!" He was still laughing, still looking at me in the mirror. "What do you think I — " He broke off abruptly, and I was left with the feeling that he'd started to say something quite instinctively, without thinking about it, then checked himself. "What do I think about what?" "I mean — " his eyes left mine — "it isn't like that at all. Tim knows if he ever needed money, and I had it, he could count on me giving it to him. That's all — it isn't either a gift or a loan, it's just Tim helping me out when I needed help." I must have known he was lying. I must have known that for a minute he had trembled on the verge of an inadvertent revelation — that he had almost shown me his secret self. But I didn't want to know these things — and I was glad when Gene bent over and nuzzled his face into the curve of my shoulder. "Okay," he said, his voice muffled against my bare skin. "Okay. If the boss wants us to pay Tim back, whether he needs it or not, we will." The intoxicating nearness of his lips helped me to forget — helped me to persuade myself that I had not seen the sardonic, mocking look on his face when I said we'd pay back Tim's money, and had not heard the quick, wary change in his voice when he answered me. And so Arda, young and eager for whatever life may have in store for her, begins her marriage to Gene, knowing that there is happiness ahead, perhaps not realizing that for every happiness there is heartbreak, too. Don't miss the exciting second instalment of this new serial, in the May Radio Mirror, on sale April 7th. &~. SELENA ROYLE, who plays Kathy Marsh in Portia Faces Life and who is celebrating her tenth year in radio. Selena is the daughter of Edwin Milton Royle, the playwright who wrote "The Squaw Man," later the first motion picture produced in Hollywood. Selena has been in more than forty stage plays, and has appeared with many stock companies throughout the country. Prior to the war, her spare time was devoted to writing, and converting an old Pennsylvania schoolhouse into a modern home. Soon after Pearl Harbor, however, she went to work with Jane Cowl in planning and organizing New York's enormously successful Stage Door Canteen for service men, a project which has been duplicated in many other cities and has raised large sums for contribution to Army and Navy relief. RADIO MIRROR