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Dad put his arm around me, drew me to him. '"You understand, baby? We wanted you to be happy — " "Why didn't you tell me after the accident?" "Why should we? Wouldn't it have been better to let the memory fade of itself?" "It didn't, though. I couldn't forget him." Ralph was looking down at me. "Yes. We knew that, and something had to be done. A week ago, I saw this man. He'd been hit by an automobile and was on the street. He looked so much like Robin, it was uncanny. I determined to take a chance. A daring chance." "You asked him — " "He hadn't been badly hurt. I brought him to my home. He agreed to go through with it. I told him all he needed to know about you and Robin. I wanted him to be cruel, the way we had known Robin. If you saw him that way — " I WANTED to sob out but I couldn't. I lacked the strength. I could only sit there and stare ahead. Robin was dead. I could believe it now because I wanted to, because I didn't want to think of him again. I wanted to forget, more than anything else. Dad rose and walked to the window. "When I went to Brazil, Marion, I came back and said I'd identified him. We thought that was the best way. But I didn't identify him, really. The fire after the crash — they can't be sure he's dead. The body was never found." The shock of that evening, of what they had told me, struck deep — deeper than I would ever let them see. I tried to hide my feelings when I said goodnight, told them to cheer up, that I could forget him, now that I knew. But I didn't sleep that night, or the next, or the night after that. I didn't go to the shop either — I stayed home and had Dad call and say I was sick. I kept telling myself to forget him. But it wasn't any good. The memory of him kept coming back — of the man I had known and believed in and loved. Dad and Ralph tried to cheer me, and Ralph told me I was wrong to stay home with nothing but my thoughts. I knew he was right and I finally agreed to go out with him for the evening. We had dinner and went to the theater and afterwards drove along the river in Ralph's car. He warned me against trying to live in the past, told me I ought to try to find happiness. He said he was ready to protect me, to help me find myself. "I've wanted to marry you a long time, Marion," he said slowly. "I know. Are you — are you asking me — " We had parked in a spot overlooking the river. He turned and faced me. "I'm asking you now." "It wouldn't be fair to you, Ralph." "Because you don't love me? I can teach you to love me, Marion. Time and patience — " "I wouldn't ask you to take the chance." "I'm willing to take it. I'm so sure." 68 "Maybe. I doubt it — doubt it very much. But Ralph — I'd try to be a | good wife. If you want to take the) risk." I saw the sudden sparkle in the ' dark eyes. "I've always known what's best for you, Marion. There won't be ! any more — mistakes." He leaned over and kissed me. He > talked about his plans, about the apartment we'd have, the well-ordered, smooth life of comfort and security. "With the way real estate is booming now, Marion, there's no telling how far we'll go." I said it sounded exciting. But it didn't, not at all. Not the way Robin ! sounded, the Robin I knew, the Robin who was going to build great bridges, who with his own hands and brain would help make the world a better place to live in. How could he have been what he was to them, and yet seem so different to me? What I knew had been fine and brave. And in my heart I real i ized the good I had seen in him hadn't been false — this part had been real. That night at my door Ralph kissed j me and promised we would be happy. But alone, I knew he was wrong. Every dream had died. The irony of it was almost amusing — the end of : the dream had come not because Robin was dead, but because I learned what he really was when he lived. } I didn't sleep. I watched dawn come up and about eight o'clock I arose. At breakfast, I told Dad the I news. He came over and brushed his lips against my forehead and declared it was a wise decision and ' I'd never regret it. I couldn't tell him I didn't want to be wise. I didn't tell him that i marriage had to have love and I I didn't love Ralph and dreaded to j look ahead. ■ I stayed home again that day and tried to catch up on rest. OUTSIDE, the day was bright and i sunshine flooded down on the | trees and the air was soft and lazy. I j stood by the window a long time, looking out. It was eleven o'clock when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and I saw him j there. I drew back, frightened. It I was a moment before I realized — ■ j this was the man, the one they had hired to pretend he was Robin. He had a piece of paper in his , hand — it looked like a check. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "If I could have one moment, j It's something important." ' He came into the apartment and I followed him into the living room. "What is it now?" I couldn't keep bitterness out of my voice. "Didn't they pay you enough?" "No." I saw the color rise in his cheeks. "They haven't got that much | money. There isn't that much money, | anywhere." He handed me the slip of paper. It was a check for five thousand dollars, made out to cash and signed by Ralph. "He said he'd pay me, after I'd done my job — and after you and he , were engaged. He sent it over to my j hotel this morning, by messenger. May I — hope you'll be happy?" I looked at the check blindly. It was like Ralph. Love on a business basis — you could settle any problem | RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR