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

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Love Is Not for Me Continued from page 28 ink on the latest attempt at a letter. In a flash, I thought that if it were anyone I knew, Mrs. Mecinski would know them, too, and would have told '{me the name. It must be Barrett Morgan, then — it must be! I went to the mirror and peered into its rippled reflection, smoothing out my hair with ^trembling fingers. Going downstairs, fl had to force myself to walk slowly. It wasn't Barrett Morgan, of course. I should have known, I reminded the dagger-edged disappointment I felt, fwhen a man I'd never seen before got up from Mrs. Mecinski's most comfortfable chair and came toward me. ! "Hello, Miss Rae. My name's Kenward, Tom Kenward. I'm your brother's lawyer." "My brother's ... I don't think I ^understand," I said. "I saw him this morning and he didn't have any lawyer then. He said he didn't want one — he's going to plead guilty." 1 'THAT'S what he still says. Just the f •* same, I'm his lawyer and he mustn't plead guilty." He smiled, perfectly at ease under my puzzled and suspicious inspection. LWHe was a very neat young man, and ''very sure of himself. There was somef thing almost theatrical about his neatness and self-assurance. His tan shoes :were brightly polished, his trousers 'had sharp creases, the collar points of -his blue shirt were smartly clipped ^together underneath a darker blue tie, ?and a white handkerchief peeped just far enough out of his breast pocket. :JWhen he smiled, his right eyebrow 'traveled up on his forehead in a quizzical way, as if at a private joke. He was very good-looking — and, I was Hfeure, knew it. i I said guardedly, "Why did you come to see me?" He waved toward the sofa. "Sit fdown, won't you, and let's talk." I [hesitated, but there didn't seem to be [any point in sending him away. Probiably when he found out we didn't have !^any money for lawyers he'd leave fast enough, of his own accord. "I heard the Mayor's fire-eating [speech last night," he said, "and I decided right then your brother needed [a friend. So I went over to see him, but he wasn't very — well, co-operative. That's why I came to you." It sounded plausible enough, but for some reason I was still suspicious. Perhaps it was because this Tom Kenward was so clearly anything but an idealist. Everything about him cried aloud that he wasn't really interested in anything but getting ahead in the world, as fast as possible. His good clothes couldn't hide the fact that he Iwasn't like Barrett Morgan, who had been born to success. "We haven't any money to hire a lawyer," I said bluntly. "I don't see jdiow we could ever pay you." Instead of being offended, he nodded. "I know that, but it doesn't bother me. You see, I haven't been practicing very long, so my time isn't worth anything. But I need publicity and a chance to get up in front of a jury. Your brother's case will give me both. So the money doesn't matter." This time I really believed him. He iwas the sort of person who didn't overlook any opportunity. But he didn't bring me any hope for Mike. "Having a lawyer won't do my 1 Give your complexion cTlift'in 60 seconds ' (?lamour in a. talCuipcn Down goes your appeal when scaly little roughnesses make your skin seem coarse . . . when specks of imbedded dirt may give your face a drab, half-clean look. "The 1-Minute Mask with Pond's Vanishing Cream is my favorite beauty treatment when I want to look especially nice!" MISS CYNTHIA MCADOO <z7hrc lz4(aiut€ JUaJk —gets results in 60 seconds flat! Just cover your chin, cheeks, forehead— all but eyes — with a snowy mask of Pond's Vanishing Cream. After one minute, tissue off — and see and feel the difference! ii &eauft/ rcdea high f Thrilling effect of the "l-Minute Mask! The "keratolytic" action of Pond's Vanishing Cream has loosened and dissolved scaly chappings and dirt particles that coarsened your complexion. It looks softer, finer— even lighter. Make-up smooths on happily— clings! <zfcr ct i2!)ou6le-ec{ge en beauty IT'S A 1-MINUTE MASK "Re-style" your face 3 or 4 times a week with the 1-Minute Mask of Pond's Vanishing Cream. It gives you a real edge on a softer, fresher complexion! IT'S A POWDER BASE For smoother make-up, always use a thin protective film of Pond's Vanishing Cream before you powder. It's an ideal foundation—not greasy, not drying! Popular-price jars —The largest is most economical 67