Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

with cold cash. To him it wouldn't be wrong, it would be the logical, practical way. I handed it back to him. "And you brought this here? Why?" I saw the flash of anger in his eyes. "I want you to know I'm destroying it. I want you to know how much I regret what happened. If I had known how much it meant — to you — " His voice sounding so like Robin. I said, "I don't even know your name." His eyes were grave. "I wish I could tell you. But I can't. I can't — remember — my name." It was like a thunderbolt striking out of the blue summer skies. We were looking at each other. I knew he knew the wild surmise that ran through my mind. "You can't remember?" I repeated, dazed. "Then — " He took my hand and led me over to the sofa and we sat down. He began to talk softly, telling me about himself, of remembering only back to a day when he found himself in Panama. He was a sailor, using the name of Jack Smith but he was sure it wasn't his own. "Apparently, I'd established myself as an American because I had a United States passport under that name and they let me back into the States. I had some money and I wandered about, picking up odd jobs, trying to get some clue to my background, my real name." "That check," I said. "It must seem big—" He laughed. "Like a million dollars. But I don't want it." I watched as he tore the check into tiny pieces. "I came here," he went on. "Came because I seemed to remember. And because I believed that whoever I was — whatever I had been — I had a right to take my own chances, to try to find my own dreams." I started to tremble and he stopped and asked me what was the matter. I knew then. Those were the words Robin had used so often. Only this wasn't the Robin of blackmail. This was the man who was, really all the things I had believed. There had been a good side. Only it had' been warped by poverty and hardships and the people he had known. Somehow in that accident, the evil side of him had been destroyed. "Something I must tell you," I said slowly. "What you just said about — taking your own chances. Robin used to say that. Just the way you said it then." But he wasn't startled. He said, "I know, Marion." "You know? Robin — you — " He smiled at my confusion. "The accident — I lost all memory, you see. Last week, Ralph Berry found me and he and your father; talked to me. They thought I just lookedlike Robin. But some of what they said — things began to come back. I started to remember. And then — " "Then what?" "Then I saw you. The instant I saw you — maybe it sounds silly — I knew I loved you. My memory, that was gone. But love has to do with the heart, not the mind. I knew from the beginning. I decided to play the part I was supposed to play, to leave you and Ralph together. Only I couldn't." Robin, the Robin I^had always believed in, standing before me, alive and safe and still loving me. He reached over and took my hand. "Now I'll go, Marion. I wanted you to know that I knew — you were the one good thing in the life I had before." We were standing then. He was close to me and I could see the pain in his eyes. "You're going back to that life?" His laughter was harsh. "That's over. It died in the_ jungle of Brazil. Robin Marshall is going ahead. But. first he's going to pay off old debts;every single dishonest .dollar he took, to wipe the slate clean." A delirious sense of release, of sudden hope, swept through me. I found myself repeating in my mind those words of his: "To take our own risks, to find our own dreams." "Robin," I said, "Maybe you ought to — to have part of the past with you in the future. The — the good part." I tried to smile at him. I saw the. smile come slowly to his own lips and we looked into each other's eyes and for that moment there was no one else in the world, not in the whole universe, except us. He took me in his arms and kissed me. He asked about Ralph — how much I would be hurting him? I told himj, the truth, that I'd always admired! Ralph but couldn't love him. It would? hurt so much more if I married him, loving someone else. "He'll understand that," Robin said. "Understand because he loves you too. Only we have to tellf him riow; — " We were starting: a? new life. A life of wiping out bad debts, of setting the record straight. But it would be more than that. It would be also looking ahead, finding new horizons. Most of all it would be the adventure of love and achievement. Of watching Robin, helping him to find his true self, our truei selves, together. "We'll go now and tell them," Robin said. He put his arm around my shoulder and we started out. l04C»O«O#0«0t0*O«0«0404O4O«C40«S»S«O4S«C«e«e»0«Ci0»0» MARK HAWLEY — who tells you the latest news every night at 10:45, EWT, over CBS. 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