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Bright Horizon Continued from page 12 EMPIRE DIAMOND CO., Dept. T-42, Jefferson, Iowa 70 eat," Mrs. Anderson said grimly. Shesat down with them, and slowly the mock ferocity of her expression softened until it was almost a smile to match the twinkle in her eye. Much later that day, when the day's tasks were done, and Michael and Bobby stood in front of the hen house watching the snowy White Leghorns scratching idly for worms in the gravel, a big car turned into the drive, came past the house, and stopped in the barn yard directly in front of them. "Hello there!" a voice called. "Any eggs today?" It was Carol Bates, and the smile leaped to Michael's face as fast as his heart leaped up. Bobby ran and climbed onto the side of the car. Michael made himself walk. "You must eat a lot of eggs at your house," he said. "Mrs. Sheaffer made two angel foods today, and we don't have enough eggs for breakfast," Carol laughed. "My brother Kenzie loves angel food cake, and he can tell if its got enough eggs in it. He doesn't like that new fouregg kind. Nothing less than a round dozen will satisfy him." "Angel foodP'Bobby snorted. "That's for girls." "I like it myself," Michael said. "Oh," Bobby pondered. "Then I guess it's all right." "You two are pals, aren't you?" Carol said. MICHAEL roughed up Bobby's tousled shock of hair. "The best." Carol got out, and Michael saw again how lovely she was. The late afternoon sun fell indolently on the rich brown hair, and her eyes squinted lazily under strong eyebrows. "Mrs. Anderson!" she called. The good lady in question stuck her head out the kitchen door. "Why, Carol, whatever brought you?" "Eggs." "I'm glad to see you back, child. Are those two men of mine bothering you?" "Not a bit. Come on out." "Can't. There's something on the stove. Do you think I have nothing to do but stand in the sunshine? When I get it ready, come in to supper." "I'll take you up on that." "Fine," Mrs. Anderson said. "Bobby, you come in here. There's a job I want you to do. And Michael, you stay there and talk to Carol till I call you." "Whatever you say," Michael called back with mock humility. "She's a wonderful old tyrant, isn't she?" Carol said. Michael led her across the yard to the stone fence before he answered, and they both climbed up onto the smooth, warm rocks. "She's afraid to stop barking for fear she'll kiss someone, her heart's that warm," he said. Carol nodded. "And who is Bobby?" "Just a boy, I guess. I saw him for the first time about three weeks ago, and now I feel as though he's been with me ever since I can remember." Michael leaned back and put his hands flat against the rock. It was warm to the touch. "I was hitch-hiking into Fayette and so was Bobby. Neither of us got a ride, but we did get acquainted. He told me he'd been traveling with his father and brother but they didn't want him around any more." "Didn't want him!" Shocked disbelief was in Carol's voice. "Yes — it didn't sound right to me, either. But he refused to go back to them. Finally he told me where they were, and I went back to see them. I understood then why they didn't care where he went. They were a couple of itinerant laborers, and I guessed from their breaths that whatever money they earned, they spent on liquor. Not the kind of men who would welcome the responsibility of a child." "And you are," Carol smiled. "I? — Oh, Bobby and I are just friends." "You don't talk like a hitch-hiker," Carol said. Michael smiled sardonically. "I was \ , trained to be a lawyer, and for a while I was one. . . . But that was in another place, and a long time ago." "How long ago?" "Five years." "Why did you stop being a lawyer?" Carol's voice was very low and quiet, so the question came to Michael as though he himself had asked it. AND in the same way he began to answer it, as though he were telling himself again for the thousandth time. "It's an old story, I guess. ... It was in a place called Riverfield, and I'd just gotten started with a law firm after working my way through school, when this thing happened." I wish, Michael thought, I could tell her how I felt about Ed Reardon sending Kinnick to me — he knew Kinnick had escaped from prison to see his wife one more time — and he knew too that I was gullibly sympathetic enough to shield him from the police. . . . And Reardon told them where to look. He must have. I know it. But he couldn't tell her that part. There were depths of his soul twisted and tangled in with that realization of another man's treachery — depths too old and set and unlovely to bring out into the open. "And there was a girl named Edith Browning," he said. "Ed Reardon — he worked for the law firm too — and I were both after her. We both wanted to marry her, and she i couldn't choose between us. Then I got into trouble, and I left. That's all." And how many times have I moved on, since then, Michael asked himself. Carol had listened to his sketchy history, and she listened with such care that her imagination and mind had filled in the gaps. "So you ran away," she mused. Michael looked at her sharply. "I didn't run away. It was better for ! everybody that I left — and better for me too." I wonder, Michael thought. Was it? Would I have left if they hadn't indicted me for aiding a fugitive? Sure, the indictment's dismissed now, but it wasn't when I left. It only looked as though it would be. Coming soon! The delightful real life love story of Jay Jostyn, radio's "Mr. District Attorney." RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR